Orochimaru's Research on the Mangekyo Sharingan

"Orochimaru, how is it? Has there been any progress on the things I sent over?"

Outside the laboratory, Orochimaru looked helplessly at the expectant fellow before him.

He wished he could release snakes to bite him to death.

But when he compared the other man's combat strength to his own, he could only dejectedly abandon that self-destructive thought.

"What do you take me for? A god? It's only been a few days—what kind of progress are you expecting?"

"Experiments are a complicated and lengthy process. The techniques I was able to produce quickly before were the result of many years of accumulated work."

"Besides, I'd never even heard of Mangekyo Sharingan evolving into Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan before you mentioned it. How could there possibly be any progress?"

Hearing that, Uchiha Chen clicked his tongue in displeasure, disappointment written across his face.

After all, in his eyes, Orochimaru was the foremost figure in ninja technology, a beacon that illuminated the path for everyone.

And several previous research results had proven that his talent was worthy of such an honor.

Now that he suddenly heard the man was temporarily unable to do anything, even though he knew he had given him far too little time and that a lack of results was to be expected—

He still could not help feeling disappointed deep down.

Looking at Uchiha Chen openly displaying his disappointment without the slightest restraint, Orochimaru flexed his fingers a few times before finally clenching them tightly into fists, as though he were crushing Uchiha Chen's neck.

Orochimaru desperately suppressed the urge to stab someone, and could only comfort himself inwardly: Don't get angry, don't get angry. If you get angry, no one will suffer in your place!

After calming his agitated heart, Orochimaru ultimately brought up the most useless discovery