Make this Man-Eating World a Little Better

Uchiha Yoru agreed quite a bit with Black Zetsu's remarks, at least the first half—becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki was indeed a highly tempting goal.

However, as for the latter half regarding the Infinite Tsukuyomi... he scoffed at it.

He already possessed a system, so why would he bother with something like the Infinite Tsukuyomi?

Uchiha Yoru let out a cold laugh, a trace of mockery flashing in the depths of his eyes, "Do you really expect me to waste this golden finger for nothing?"

Kaguya was, after all, just a woman deeply burdened by obsession; she perhaps understood that those White Zetsu, transformed from humans, were not worth mentioning in front of the true Otsutsuki Clan.

Yet, she remained fixated on these meaningless preparations, perhaps to deceive herself, or perhaps merely for a shred of comfort.

White Zetsu?

When the true Otsutsuki descended, those things wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder!

However, Uchiha Yoru was not panicked.

He believed that with the system in his possession, he would eventually become the true—God of the Ninja World!

Land of Rain.

The weather here was vastly different from the distinct four seasons of Konoha, characterized by endless, drizzling rain throughout the year.

The pattering rain tapped against the dilapidated eaves, sliding down the dark blue tiles to converge into tiny streams that meandered into the narrow alleys.

The entire village was shrouded in moist water vapor, the air heavy and damp.

However, this rain was not entirely natural.

Part of the rain came from the weather, while the other part was due to Nagato continuously casting the [Rain Tiger at Will Technique] to perceive every movement within the village.

Deep within the town shrouded by this curtain of rain, a towering structure stood tall, resembling an indifferent deity.

Uchiha Yoru walked leisurely along the slippery stone path.

The rain should have fallen upon him, but it was repelled by an invisible repulsive force a few inches away, sliding down the force field to the ground.

He gazed quietly at the high tower, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Akatsuki..."

He murmured softly, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

At the top of the tower, Nagato's Rinnegan constricted slightly.

Konan, hidden in the shadows, also had her expression shift as she stared at the figure slowly approaching through the curtain of rain.

Inside the tower.

Nagato's Rinnegan peered through layers of rain, staring at the man below, his brows furrowed.

"His chakra... is very strong."

Konan's gaze flickered, her tone grave: "Who is he?"

"Uchiha Yoru."

Nagato's voice was low, carrying a hint of contemplation, "An existence that cannot be ignored."

White Zetsu had already reported the relevant intelligence to him, so he knew that this guy from the Uchiha Clan was an incredibly arrogant madman who believed in the supremacy of force.

It actually fit the philosophy of the Akatsuki quite well.

However, Nagato was not afraid.

He was "God."

Konan's eyes turned cold, and she slightly raised her sleeve, several explosive tags hidden between her fingers.

The heavy doors were pushed open.

Uchiha Yoru stepped inside, his pace steady and his expression indifferent, as if this were not the core stronghold of the Akatsuki, but a courtyard he could enter and exit at will.

Nagato had also wisely dismissed the guards here, for he understood that these people could not stop Uchiha Yoru at all.

Nagato watched the newcomer quietly.

"What is your purpose in coming here?"

Uchiha Yoru looked directly at Nagato, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint arc.

"To recruit you all."

Konan's gaze turned abruptly icy, the explosive tags at her fingertips trembling slightly.

Nagato narrowed his eyes, his tone calm: "You want to become the leader of the Akatsuki?"

Uchiha Yoru smiled indifferently: "Something like that."

His gaze swept over Nagato and Konan, his tone leisurely.

"I intend to unify the Ninja World."

"To establish a unified resource allocation system and a scientific model of development."

"To ensure that ninjas are no longer mere tools of war, but people capable of contributing strength to society."

"For instance, within the Konoha Anbu, there is a ninja who uses his abilities to work as a renovation worker; his efficiency is several times that of an ordinary person."

"This is the best example."

"Furthermore, by developing technology and increasing food production, there will be fewer starving people."

"I want to make this man-eating world just a little bit better..."

His voice was low and powerful.

"In this regard, there is no significant difference from the fundamental goal of the Akatsuki."

Nagato remained silent.

The original plan of the Akatsuki was to make the world feel pain, using the Tailed Beasts to create a deterrent and forcibly end war.

However, while this method was feasible for a time, it placed the organization under immense pressure.

The major ninja villages of the Ninja World had always viewed the Akatsuki as a thorn in their side, vowing to eradicate them.

Yet, the world depicted by the man before them seemed far more profound than their own vision.

However—

Uchiha Yoru paused, his gaze turning sharp.

"Therefore, there are only two paths laid out before you."

"Either submit."

"Or die."

The air instantly froze.

Nagato's eyes narrowed slightly, and his chakra aura surged violently.

The figures of the Six Paths of Pain emerged, and a chilling killing intent permeated the rainy night.

"Then, are you prepared to face the judgment of a 'god'?"

Uchiha Yoru scoffed.

"A god?"

He slowly raised his head, his Rinnegan suddenly blooming with a brilliant light.

"In front of me, you are nothing more than a broken puppet."

"What?!"

Nagato and Konan were shaken to their cores, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The person before them... had actually awakened the Rinnegan as well?!

The reason Nagato styled himself as a god was precisely because he possessed these eyes, known as the "Eyes of God," and he firmly believed he was destined by heaven to change the Ninja World.

Yet now, everything he believed in was being shaken by another pair of identical eyes.

Violent chakra auras collided fiercely in the rainy night, whipping up a tempestuous storm.

The entire tower was instantly plunged into the eye of the storm!

Meanwhile, in a hidden location.

Black Zetsu's body was covered in cracks, its aura weak as it quietly shuttled through the shadows, eventually slipping into a dark cave.

Inside the cave, before a rock wall.

Uchiha Obito stood silently, his gaze indifferent.

This was his hideout for recuperation. Ever since that night at the Uchiha compound, when he was severely wounded by Uchiha Yoru's genjutsu, he had been lying low here.

"What happened?"

Black Zetsu suppressed the surging pain within its body, its voice hurried: "Uchiha Yoru... is making contact with the Akatsuki."

Uchiha Obito's pupils constricted, and killing intent surged within his Sharingan.

"What does he want to do?"

Black Zetsu gritted its teeth, its voice low and resentful: "He said... he wants to unify the Ninja World!"

It was heavily injured, and now it had no other choice.

If Uchiha Yoru truly clashed with Nagato, and if Nagato were defeated, then everything it had painstakingly planned would vanish into thin air!

At this moment, perhaps it could only temporarily make use of this piece of trash...

The air suddenly solidified.

Uchiha Obito's expression grew increasingly cold, killing intent roiling deep within his pupils.

This man... who had wounded him so severely with a single move that he had yet to recover, now dared to covet his plans?

"Does he think he can—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Obito slowly raised his head, his Sharingan gleaming with a chilling light.

"Then let us see if he has the qualifications."

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "We... need to make some preparations in advance."