In the Name of "God"

Obito Uchiha kept half his body hidden within the deepest shadows of the corner.

His scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan peered through the hole in his spiral mask, sweeping coldly across everyone present before finally settling on Deva Path Pain's indifferent Rinnegan.

His mind raced, calculating every variable.

Nagato's condition, the Demonic Statue's transformation progress, Vermilion Bird's unsettling stance, the Shinobi Allied Forces' encirclement tightening like a noose...

Yet the core issue—the one that made him tread on thin ice—was how to seize those crucial Rinnegan amid all this chaos without allowing Madara Uchiha to truly revive.

How similar he and Nagato were!

On the surface, they were both executors of a grand plan—one was "Madara Uchiha," the other was "Pain."

But deep down, they were merely pieces on someone else's board. Both yearned to break free of their shackles and become the true players moving the pieces!

Nagato had become consumed by his warped fantasy of "saving the world through pain." He was already out of control and no longer willing to serve as the sacrifice for Madara's revival.

And he, Obito Uchiha—though he had woven the lie of the Infinite Tsukuyomi to control Nagato and the Akatsuki Organization, was it not also a projection of the despair and escapism buried deep in his own heart?

More than anyone, he understood that once Madara Uchiha truly revived, this world would become a canvas for that man to paint over as he pleased.

His ambitions, his obsession with Rin, even his dream of "creating a new world," would all be reduced to dust beneath Madara's absolute power and will!

He would not allow Madara to revive! He would keep everything in his own hands!

That thought wrapped around his heart, cold and resolute.

Yet that was precisely what made it difficult!

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