Half-Gods are Worthless? Lord Ban Will Collect Some Interest First!

Land of Rain, atop a high tower.

Lin Feng watched those three figures gradually receding into the curtain of rain, their backs appearing exceptionally tragic, and couldn't help but yawn.

"Sigh, these youngsters, they just love these dramatic scenes of life and death, never knowing how to be flexible."

He stretched, his bones popping with a series of crisp cracks.

Although he had successfully hoodwinked Nagato and already dug a grave for Yahiko, with everything proceeding according to the script, the mere thought of waiting here for several days made Lin Feng feel restless all over.

Waiting was the most boring thing in the world.

Especially for someone with a performative personality; what was a stage without an audience if not a prison cell?

[Host, please wait patiently for the arrival of the key plot point 'Death of Yahiko'; this is the best opportunity to acquire a large amount of acting points.]

The system's prompt sounded right on cue, cold and devoid of any emotion.

"I know, I know." Lin Feng waved his hand impatiently and casually opened the system store. Looking at the glittering icons inside, he almost started drooling.

[Hashirama Cells (Basic Version)], [Flying Raijin Jutsu Scroll], [Uchiha Reflection Gunbai]...

Every single item made his fingers itch with desire.

He looked back at his own pitiful three-digit acting point total; he couldn't even afford the cheapest [Military Ration Pill (Deluxe Version)].

"If I just rely on waiting to pick up scraps, when will I ever get rich?" Lin Feng stroked his chin, his eyes darting around.

"No, I have to take the initiative and drum up some performance metrics!"

He suddenly stood up, brushed the rainwater off his backside, and cast his gaze toward the very center of Amegakure—that tower that pierced the clouds like a sharp sword.

That was the residence of "The Demigod," Hanzo the Salamander.

Yahiko and his group were going to their deaths, and he couldn't stop them.

But that didn't stop him from going to collect some interest from that "Demigod" first!

After all, the ostensible reason for his visit to Amegakure was to "see the juniors." Now that he had "seen" them and "educated" them, it was only reasonable to pay a visit to the local warlord of Amegakure, have a "friendly" exchange, and assert his presence, right?

Yes, perfectly reasonable!

Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled upward uncontrollably.

Inspiration for a grand performance was running wild in his mind.

"System, lock onto the location of Hanzo the Salamander. Also, help me crank the BGM to the max—I want that villainous boss entrance music, the one with the most imposing aura!"

[...This system does not provide BGM functionality.]

"Tch, what a bore."

Lin Feng curled his lip and stopped wasting words.

The vast, ocean-like chakra within his body surged once more.

This time, he didn't choose to use the imitation Kamui for spatial displacement; that thing was nauseating and unstable.

He wanted to descend before that Demigod in a more direct, brutal, and fitting manner for his "Madara Uchiha" persona!

"Shinra Tensei!"

Lin Feng pressed his palms together, and a massive, overwhelming repulsive force exploded from his body, centered directly onto the steel tower beneath his feet!

BOOM—!!!!!!

A deafening roar instantly drowned out all the wind, rain, and thunder in the world!

That abandoned tower, which had stood in the Land of Rain for decades, couldn't even hold on for a single second against such extreme, barbaric power. Like building blocks crushed under the foot of a giant, it snapped, collapsed, and shattered from the middle!

Tons of steel and concrete debris, imbued with terrifying kinetic energy by the repulsive force, transformed into a destructive storm of metal, sweeping out in every direction!

And Lin Feng, bathing in the "meteor shower" he had created himself, rose into the air against all logic, as if walking up invisible stairs.

Behind him was the collapsing giant tower and the falling steel.

Before him was that silent tower in the rain, belonging to the Demigod.

In that moment, the entire village of Amegakure was startled by the sudden roar and tremor.

Countless ninjas poked their heads out from the windows and corners of steel buildings, staring in horror at the collapsing tower and the figure above it, descending like a demon god.

"W-what is that?!"

"Is it an enemy?!"

"Quick! Sound the alarm!"

Piercing sirens instantly echoed throughout the oppressive village.

Central tower of Amegakure, top floor.

A short but exceptionally sturdy old man was sitting cross-legged on a tatami mat, eyes closed in meditation.

He wore a large breathing mask that covered nearly half his face, revealing only a pair of sharp, sinister eyes.

He was Hanzo the Salamander, the man who had ruled Amegakure for decades and was hailed as a "demigod."

The deafening roar and the sound of alarms outside caused him to slowly open his eyes.

"What has happened?" His voice sounded somewhat muffled through the filter of his respirator.

An Amegakure ANBU appeared before him in a flash, dropping to one knee, his voice laced with unconcealable terror.

"Lord Hanzo! The 7th tower on the west side of the village... it has been destroyed by an unknown force!"

"Hmm?" Hanzo furrowed his brows.

"Where is the enemy?"

"He... he is heading this way!"

No sooner had the ANBU finished speaking than—

BOOM!

An even more violent explosion erupted from directly above them.

The entire tower shook intensely, and dust rained down from the ceiling.

Hanzo and the ANBU snapped their heads upward.

They saw the incredibly sturdy alloy ceiling being torn open like paper by an invisible force, leaving a massive jagged hole!

Cold rain, mixed with debris, poured down through the breach.

A figure, bathed in the wind and rain, slowly descended through the hole in the ceiling.

He had wild, black hair, wore ancient deep-purple armor, and stood with his arms crossed, his expression indifferent.

Those purple eyes, marked with eerie ripples, gazed calmly at the master of the room.

The moment the kneeling ANBU saw those eyes, he felt as if his soul were being sucked in; his mind went blank, and he even forgot how to breathe.

Hanzo's pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks.

His intuition as a "demigod" was screaming warnings at him!

Danger!

Extreme danger!

The man before him was the most terrifying existence he had ever encountered in his life! He felt even more dangerous than Senju Hashirama had all those years ago!

"Who... are you?"

Hanzo leaped up from the floor, assuming a combat stance, his voice dry as he asked.

Lin Feng landed softly, not making a single sound.

He glanced around the room before fixing his gaze on the face hidden behind Hanzo's mask.

He did not answer Hanzo's question; instead, he spoke with a tone that held a mix of curiosity and mockery.

"So, you are Hanzo the Salamander?"

"I hear you call yourself a demigod?"

"Are you still worthy of that title?"

"Hiding in the shadows, merely clinging to life—where is the man who once wanted to lead the Land of Rain out of its tragic fate?"

Hanzo's body jolted violently.

Who on earth was this man?! How could he know such intimate details about him?

"You want to know who I am, don't you?" Lin Feng saw through his thoughts, a playful curve touching the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, extending a single finger toward Hanzo.

"Then I shall let you see for yourself."

Hum—

An eerie ripple of ocular power radiated outward.

Before Hanzo could react, he felt as if his head had been struck by a massive hammer. His vision went black, and his consciousness was dragged into a bizarre space by an irresistible force!

The next second, he found himself standing on a blood-red wasteland.

The sky was a dark crimson, and a massive, blood-red moon bearing nine tomoe hung high in the heavens.

And beneath that blood-red moon, a towering giant stood in silence.

The giant was clad in blue armor, wielded two massive blades, and exuded an aura that threatened to destroy everything.

It was Susanoo!

A Complete Body Susanoo!

For the first time, a look of pure "fear" appeared on Hanzo's face.

He recognized that armor; he recognized that wild hairstyle.

A name that should have long been buried in the dust of history was forced out from his throat, beyond his control.

"Uchiha..."

"Madara?!"

The head of the Susanoo slowly lowered, those massive Mangekyou Sharingan eyes gazing down at him with cold indifference, like a god looking upon an ant.

The genjutsu space shattered in an instant.

Hanzo's consciousness snapped back to reality. He stumbled backward several steps, collapsing onto the floor with a thud, drenched in cold sweat and gasping for air.

It had been a genjutsu of only a single second, yet it felt as long as a century.

That crushing sensation from the depths of his soul had stripped him of all courage to resist.

"Now, do you know who I am?" Lin Feng slowly lowered his hand, his voice flat.

"Uchiha... Madara..." Hanzo's voice trembled uncontrollably. "You... you died at the Valley of the End, didn't you?!"

"Dead?" Lin Feng chuckled softly. "To me, that was merely a brief slumber."

He took two steps forward, looking down at the collapsed Hanzo from his superior position.

"I hear you've been getting quite close to a rat from Konoha lately, one named Shimura Danzo?"

Hanzo's heart shuddered again, his face turning deathly pale.

He even knew about that?!

"It seems you are plotting to deal with a few insignificant brats?"

Lin Feng's voice carried a trace of icy killing intent.

"I will give you a piece of advice, Hanzo."

"My descendants are not for the likes of you small-fry to discipline."

"Cancel your plans with Danzo. Otherwise..."

Lin Feng did not finish his sentence, but the threat was self-evident.

He turned around, seemingly having no intention of wasting more breath on this "demigod" who had already been scared out of his wits.

"Oh, right," he said, walking beneath the hole he had blasted in the ceiling. As if suddenly remembering something, he looked back and flashed a grin at Hanzo. "One must always bring a gift when meeting for the first time."

Before the words had even faded, he thrust out a hand.

"Bansho Ten'in!"

A terrifying suction force erupted!

Hanzo had no time to react; he only felt a chill on his face.

The breathing mask he had worn for decades was ripped clean off his face by that suction, transforming into a streak of light that flew into Lin Feng's hand!

Lin Feng weighed the mask in his hand and curled his lip in disgust.

"This thing is truly ugly."

With that, under the gaze of Hanzo's face—twisted to the extreme by shock, fear, and rage—he gently squeezed his palm.

Crack!

The breathing mask, forged from a special, incredibly sturdy alloy, was easily crushed into fragments in his hand like a biscuit.

Having done all this, Lin Feng's figure slowly rose into the air, flying out through the hole in the ceiling and leaving behind only a sentence that echoed through the tower.

"I will spare your life for now."

"In three days, my descendant will come to collect it. Wash your neck and wait."