Nightmare World, The Terrified Black Zetsu

Brain: Alright, alright, stop arguing. Even if we can't kill Black Zetsu, we must make him give us a wide berth whenever he encounters us.

Sharingan: Agreed.

Hand: Fine by me.

Foot: Although it has nothing to do with me, I still want to say, let's learn some sealing jutsu next time.

Hand: Understood.

"In this world, I am God. Accept your punishment."

Uchiha Yang's tone was as if he were bestowing a favor upon the other party.

"You..." Before Black Zetsu could finish speaking, he was suddenly enveloped by a colorful cocoon.

Inside the Nightmare Cocoon, Black Zetsu had already experienced thousands of vivid, realistic nightmares.

Countless times, he watched his mother being sealed by the combined efforts of Otsutsuki Hagoromo and Otsutsuki Hamura, leaving Black Zetsu heartbroken.

The scene shifted, and after enduring untold hardships, Black Zetsu finally rescued his mother, Otsutsuki Kaguya, only for the final outcome to be her being sealed once again by the reincarnations of Asura and Indra.

"No!!!"

Inside the Nightmare Cocoon, Black Zetsu let out a shrill, miserable scream.

The Nightmare World was one of the abilities of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

In his past life, Uchiha Yang had been so suffocated by the pressures of reality that he loved to dream, as dreams could satisfy all his needs.

In this world, whenever an enemy disturbed his peaceful life, he would transform into that enemy's nightmare.

The ability of the Nightmare World was to force the enemy to experience their deepest, most terrifying nightmares countless times, and the mental damage suffered within the Nightmare World would manifest as physical damage returned to the enemy.

In the real world, Black Zetsu broke free from the Nightmare World, but his body, unable to withstand the massive backlash of damage, collapsed and disintegrated into clumps of black matter that scattered and vanished.

Brain: As expected, we still didn't manage to kill him, but Black Zetsu won't dare to appear before Master again for a while.

Sharingan: Black Zetsu is fine, but I feel like I'm not. This ability consumes too much ocular power; my vision is already getting a bit blurry.

Hand: It's fine, it's only a slight difference. Master shouldn't be able to feel it.

Foot: Sharingan, pull yourself together and hurry up to awaken the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

Sharingan: If Hand had learned sealing jutsu, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

Hand: Fine, fine. Once Master gets home, we'll go pry open Uzumaki Mito's mouth.

Brain: Alright, Master is about to wake up to use the bathroom. Get back.

When Uchiha Yang was woken up by the urge to urinate, he rose from his bed in a daze, grabbed his messy hair, and after using the bathroom, comfortably crawled back under the covers.

The memories of the previous battle surfaced in his mind, but they merely flickered past; he ignored them and went straight back to sleep.

He had no idea that he had just nearly finished off Black Zetsu.

Although the consciousness of the fleeing Black Zetsu remained, his body was torn to pieces, and he would be unable to take any action for some time.

At the same time, his heart was filled with fear and hatred toward this guy, Uchiha Yang.

Never before had anyone made Black Zetsu feel such terror; in thousands of years, Uchiha Yang was the first.

A single Mangekyou ability had nearly caused him to collapse, so Black Zetsu had no idea what the other ability might be.

In any case, until he understood Uchiha Yang's true capabilities, Black Zetsu dared not approach him.

Half a month passed. Uchiha Yang had just returned from inspecting the production lines of the factory he founded when he suddenly remembered something.

[By the way, what about that person you said was secretly stalking me last time? Why haven't they made a move yet?]

Uchiha Yang asked his body, filled with confusion.

Brain: It's a disgrace to even mention it. That day, when Master went to sleep drunk, Black Zetsu appeared.

Sharingan: Master, didn't you notice that your vision had changed just a little bit?

Uchiha Yang was startled. To think the one stalking him was that old schemer Black Zetsu—being targeted by this guy was troublesome.

[And then? Did Black Zetsu leave?]

Brain: We beat him until he was torn to pieces, and eventually, he ran away. It's a pity we hadn't learned sealing jutsu at the time; otherwise, we could have completely finished off Black Zetsu.

Sharingan: I used my Nightmare World at the time, utilizing his deepest nightmare to inflict double the damage on him.

[I see. I can only say you all did a beautiful job.]

Uchiha Yang hadn't expected that he would have driven Black Zetsu away, and all without his own knowledge.

Hand: Master, I want to pry open Uzumaki Mito's mouth.

Sharingan: Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that—what kind of crude talk is that?

Brain: Ahem, Hand, be serious. Would it kill you to just say you want to learn sealing jutsu?

[Oh~ learn sealing jutsu, I see.]

Uchiha Yang hurriedly cleared the thoughts from his mind; as expected, Hand had misled him.

[We'll learn it when we get back. That's right, ahem, Master will help you pry open Uzumaki Mito's mouth.]

Uchiha Yang harbored some rather unsavory thoughts.

"My Lord, there is news. Senju Hashirama has made his move."

"Furthermore, the Clan Head has also left the clan and is currently heading in our direction."

Uchiha Sake walked to Uchiha Yang's side, his expression filled with excitement.

"Excellent."

Uchiha Sei could hardly wait to carry out the mission, as his retirement fund had been completely spent.

It wasn't that Uchiha Sei was a womanizer; it was simply that those young ladies were far too charming.

"Prepare to depart."

Uchiha Yang could hardly wait to acquire his own pet.

At the command, Uchiha Yang sat inside the carriage, while Uchiha Sei sat in the driver's seat with a look of resignation on his face.

He had expected them to set off at full speed, not to travel by carriage.

Considering that Uchiha Yang was still a "normal person," Uchiha Sei could only suppress the urge to abandon the carriage and run.

"Great Elder, this is the fruit juice the Master asked me to bring you."

The curtain was lifted, and Xia Lian handed Uchiha Sei a glass of fresh fruit juice.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself, kid. I've lived for more than half a lifetime, and I haven't had a life as colorful as yours in these past two weeks."

Uchiha Sei sipped the juice, savoring the taste. The young ladies in the capital were truly full of vitality; next time he had a chance, he would come alone and not bring this group of brats.

His entire pension had been squandered here.

"You have to be good to yourself. Knowing only how to fight every day is no good for your health."

Inside the carriage, Uchiha Yang lay on his side on a soft, cool mat, while the little maid beside him fed him fruit.

"We have the Great Elder to thank for his generosity this time; otherwise, we wouldn't be living so well."

Uchiha Sake leaned in toward the Great Elder, Uchiha Sei, his eyes seemingly saying, "Remember to bring me along next time."

Uchiha Sei ignored the guy entirely. If he brought him along again, he'd lose his burial money too.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara was sprinting at full speed toward Uchiha Yang's location.

At the same time, Senju Hashirama was racing in another direction with a large group of people.

At the destination in that direction, the Nine-Tailed Fox had been disturbed by a group of human ninja, and it swung its sharp claws in a rage, its nine tails lashing out behind it.

For a moment, the earth shook and the mountains swayed.