Space-Time Traversal

The void was still.

At that moment, even the causal flow of time seemed to be detached from its multifaceted foundation.

The universe seemed to hold its breath. Otsutsuki Kyoshiki's "Fractal Rinnegan," which traversed the heavens, could complete a full-domain calculation, it quietly collapsed between Uchiha Yoru's fingertips.

No technique.

No fluctuations.

There is no Cursed Seal, no magic seal.

He simply raised his palm, reached out, and lightly wiped—

They then casually "erased" that alien deity, who stood in the dimension of divine observation and controlled all causal logic, from reality.

Not killing.

Instead, it completely removes the "existed" setting from the root directory.

In that instant, all logic, trajectories, and cognitive loops completely broke down.

Neither the consciousness of a sensory ninja nor any being with higher-dimensional awareness could "recall" the image of Otsutsuki Kyoshiki in the universe.

--As if he had never been born.

"That guy... just like that, he was... eliminated?"

Uchiha Madara, number three, was suddenly jolted, his pupils contracted, and he murmured something.

Number Three, Uchiha Madara, stared intently at the void that had been casually erased, his brows furrowing slightly, his voice low and heavy with barely concealed gravity:

"What... level of power is this?"

He remembered that it took the combined efforts of the three of them to barely force the Otsutsuki Clan deity back.

Now, with a single strike, Ye has obliterated the almost flawless Void Formula, suspended in the divine dimension, along with any trace of its existence.

This wasn't a battle; it was a crushing defeat.

It is a force that silently dissolves even the possibility of 'confrontation'.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Ban's eyes.

"This power has transcended the realm of 'ninja'."

Number One slowly turned his gaze, staring at the empty, silent sky, his tone revealing a touch of ancient and rare awe:

"What's so surprising?"

That's 'him'.

"If we can't even easily defeat such an opponent... how dare the three of us call ourselves the 'prologue'?"

His tone was not flattering, but rather conveyed a genuine sense of belonging—a submission to the "sole truth."

Number Two closed his eyes, his voice deep and resonant like a monument:

"The essence of the ultimate interpreter is never destruction."

"Instead... it's a convergence."

"To bring together all possibilities into 'his' only solution."

That attack was not a technique.

"Rather... it's a judgment of dimensions."

"Declare that 'he' is the truth."

They looked at the number one and number two spots with an air of entitlement.

Number Three remained silent.

He finally understood that it wasn't a victory in some kind of "tactical" way.

That was a crushing defeat in terms of "dimensions," eliminating the variable of "enemy" from the very foundation of the architecture.

--It's not about winning or losing.

It's a "permission level" rejection.

"So... this is the real Uchiha Yoru."

He murmured softly, his voice so faint it seemed to be swallowed up by the space itself.

He understood: he and the others were the spark.

It is that "one night" that illuminates all things and shines upon the truth.

In this divine silence, a familiar voice suddenly resounded deep within Uchiha Yoru's consciousness:

[Bite--]

[Congratulations, host, on completing the main quest: Unification of the Ninja World]

[The current timeline has been completely integrated and taken over by the system: the Source Ninja World and the Pocket Ninja World have achieved isomorphic assimilation.]

[The reconstruction of the world's laws is complete--]

[Host's privileges have been upgraded to: Highest level - Realm Lord]

[The Ninja World has now become the host's exclusive domain. Within it, the flow of time, spatial structure, and cycle of life and death are all defined by the host's single thought.]

[Host gains ultimate ability: Absolute control]

That familiar notification sound was like the heartbeat of the universe, yet it also hummed like the silence of all dimensions.

The system's voice remained lifeless.

Uchiha Yoru slowly opened his eyes.

There was no light in those eyes.

That was the last glimmer of light after billions of stars had been extinguished—silent, divine, cold, and lonely.

"'Lord of the Realm'?"

He smiled softly, like a divine whisper.

"This title... is still too insignificant."

His tone was devoid of any boastfulness, or even contempt.

That is a truthful statement, like a god watching over a colony of ants, without hatred or joy.

[Bite--]

[Congratulations, host, on completing the absolute fusion of the three great Ninja World!]

[Reward Unlocked: Privilege-Level Ability - Time Travel]

The system notification's last four words slowly appeared, like a divine oracle falling into the desolate multidimensional causality:

--[Time travel].

Uchiha Yoru finally stopped moving, a strange, almost imperceptible expression appearing on his face.

This is the first extra reward the system has given him after he unified the three Ninja World.

Unlike previous privilege escalations that were taken for granted, this ability symbolizes a completely new path—

No longer confined by the shackles of a single world,

Instead, it can transcend countless dimensions and confront the infinite heavens that have not yet taken shape.

At that moment, Uchiha Yoru's heart trembled slightly.

This is not only an elevation of power, but also the beginning of his true control over the multiverse.

"... Even the system accepts this as fact, so am I qualified to act outside of it?"

He chuckled softly, a chilling composure hidden beneath his icy exterior.

He lowered his eyes to look at his palm.

The "Six Paths Plow," once a shining weapon in the Ninja World and created by the God of Ōtsutsuki, appeared in his palm.

It was once the only pass to travel through the Ninja World, and was the "key to cross-dimensional travel" that was tacitly recognized by the Ninja World dimension.

But now--

Night simply grasped it lightly, and the divine weapon in her palm turned to dust.

"Key?"

He scoffed, "From now on, I don't need keys."

"Traversing, not escaping."

"It's about liquidation."

"It's hunting."

"It's also revenge."

His gaze pierced through the ripples, looking at the unfolding cross-sections of the universe.

The myriad worlds that he once regarded as bystanders are now laid out before him.

"The Ninja World... is no longer worth my continued trials."

"And 'He'— the God of Ōtsutsuki whom even Void Formula fear..."

"It won't be under this sky."

"Therefore, 'time travel' is needed."

"It's not because the system predicted the future."

"It's because... I've already come this far."

From this day forward --

I will find Him myself.

"Find a way to kill Him."

"Then, write down the final destination for Him completely."

He took another step.

The ripples split open in response.

Like silk being torn apart, like dimensions dissecting themselves.

His figure was swallowed up, and even the light could not return.

Space is no longer a barrier.

Time is no longer a chain.

He stepped onto a blank page where cause and effect were not yet established and the gods had not yet arrived.

It is a region of the universe that has not yet been labeled or numbered.

The three Uchiha Madara stood still, all looking up.

But he could no longer see where he was going.

Because the place he left was not the "future".

Not "the past".

It's not a "dream".

It's not "reality" either.

That was the unconstructed edge of creation.

There is no God there.

He will be the first.