The Collapsing Mizukage and the Player's After-Entertainment

Cold.

A soul-piercing cold.

Hozuki Gengetsu's consciousness seemed to be dragged into an endless abyss built from corpses and crimson pinwheels. Those enormous eyes suspended in the void had crushed the pride and fighting spirit of a Kage Level powerhouse with nothing more than an indifferent glance.

That was not genjutsu.

It was a pure declaration on the spiritual level—the absolute proclamation of a god to an ant!

"Mon... monster..."

He knelt on the ground in a daze. His Impure World Reincarnation body, which knew no fatigue, was now trembling uncontrollably. The dust and scraps of paper forming his body were peeling away and scattering at a visible rate.

Crack... crack...

Fine cracks spread across his pale face like a spiderweb. Those eyes once filled with mockery and confidence now held only hollow terror, as though they had been swallowed by the abyss.

His fighting spirit had completely collapsed.

He did not even have the strength to lift a finger. The fear branded into the depths of his soul left him unable to muster even the slightest thought of resisting that man he had never met.

Around him, the Hyuga clansmen who had survived the disaster watched as the Second Mizukage, who had been so arrogant moments ago, collapsed to his knees like a statue about to weather away. Every face was filled with indescribable shock and fervor.

Instinctively, they turned their reverent gazes toward their clan head, Hyuga Hiashi, who was likewise kneeling on one knee with blood pouring from his right shoulder.

They knew that all of this was a miracle bestowed by the god seated in the Hokage's Office!

"Huff... huff..."

Hyuga Hiashi gasped heavily. Blood had soaked through his Jonin Flak Jacket, and the agonizing pain had drained his face of color, yet an unprecedented, nearly