There are no extra decorations in the underground purification center, only cold metal walls and the smell of ozone in the air.
Thirty-seven restraint beds are arranged in a ring. In the center is a host machine with a faint blue light. Dozens of probes like synapses are slowly piercing the backs of the children's necks, accurately docking with the "Fire Seal" implanted in them.
Chiyo Saori stood in front of the operating console, with the data streaming down his goggles like a waterfall.
"The chakra center is blocked." Her finger hit the Enter key, "Start executing the 'De-Genealogization' overwrite."
There were no screams.
This isn't even surgery, it's more like a sophisticated formatting.
The system aggressively invaded the temporal lobes of these brains, which is the area where long-term memory and emotional cognition are stored.
Those neural circuits related to "Glory of the Warring States", "The Power of Madara Uchiha" and "Family Blood Feud" were marked as "redundant garbage" by the system, and were then forcibly overwritten by segments of new, encrypted logic instructions.
Uchiha Xuan was leaning against the door, playing with an invalid Shuriken in his hand, watching as the red band representing "Ancestral Spirit Cognition" on the screen was gradually replaced by a dead straight line.
"It's very interesting." Xuan casually nailed Shuriken to the wall, "The so-called faith is as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of bioelectricity."
Twenty minutes later, Experimental Subject No. 1 woke up.
That was the boy who went berserk first.
At this moment, there was only a clear void left in his eyes that once shed blood and tears and were full of hatred.
Chiyo took out a picture of Madara Uchiha and held it up to the boy. "Who is he?"
The boy tilted his head, his pupils did not shrink at all, and his heart rate remained at a stable value of sixty-five beats per minute.
"An... old man." His voice was calm and without any ripples.
Chiyo put away the portrait and stepped aside to let Uchiha Xuan behind him.
The moment the boy's eyes touched Xuan, he almost instinctively jumped up from the bed, ignoring the pull of the restraint belt, and his whole body showed an almost pious trembling.
That is not fear, but obedience engraved in genes.
"What's your last name?" Xuan said lightly.
The boy knelt on the bed, his forehead close to the bed board, and his voice was trembling but firm. "My surname is inherited from the master First Flame, not from my ancestors. Giving is glory, taking away is nothingness."
The corner of Xuan's mouth raised slightly, this was the "Uchiha Clan" he wanted.
"The effect is stable." He turned and walked outside, his leather boots stepping on the metal floor with a clear voice, "Approval for the installation. Twelve purification centers will be set up across the country. I want to normalize this kind of 'treatment'."
Late at night, the abandoned No. 3 mine in the North District.
This was once a secret warehouse where Uchiha Clan stored Explosive Clay, but now it has become a refuge from the old times.
In the dark and damp alley, the flickering candlelight reflected thirty-one frightened and angry faces.
"We can't sit still and wait for death!"
The person who spoke was the branch elder Uchiha Setsuna. The three Tomoes in his one eye were spinning wildly, and he was holding a crumpled map tightly in his hand. "That madman wants to dig out all our roots! I would rather die than be a rootless ghost!"
The surrounding tribesmen whispered in agreement, some were wiping the blades, and some were tidying up Explosive Tag.
They are the fish that slipped through the net and are the last loyalists of the old order.
Tonight, they plan to blow up the north wall and escape to Land of Lightning.
Setsuna looked around and was about to give the departure order when a harsh buzzer suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
Zhi--!
The sound did not come from the outside world, but resonated directly within their skulls.
Thirty-one people screamed at the same time and fell to the ground stiffly.
They felt as if hot molten iron had been poured into their spines, which was because the "Fire Seal" implanted in each person's body was running overload.
The flow of chakra stopped instantly, and even moving a finger became a luxury.
In the darkness deep in the mine, the sound of unhurried footsteps could be heard.
Uchiha Xuan did not bring a large number of guards, but only Chiyo. He walked out as if he was taking a walk in his back garden.
He looked at the ground that was twitching like a dead fish. There was no killing intent in his eyes, only the indifference of looking at garbage.
"In order to gather you all together, I specially asked Chiyo to open a hole in the signal shielding net." Xuan walked up to Setsuna and picked up the escape map with the toe of his boot, "Land of Lightning? You chose a good road, but it's a pity that your legs are not obedient."
"Kill... kill... me..." Setsuna squeezed out these words through his teeth, staring at Xuan with his bloodshot eyes, "You... betrayed... the bloodline..."
"Betrayal?"
Xuan chuckled lightly, squatted down, reached out and took out an ancient wooden genealogy chip from Setsuna's arms.
It was a token passed down from generation to generation, recording a sequence of inheritance that lasted hundreds of years.
Xuan exerted force with his two fingers, and the chips turned into powder in his hands, and sawdust fell down, sprinkling onto Mosu's twisted face.
"You made a mistake."
Xuan stood up, his voice echoing in the empty mine, "From now on, there will be no one born Uchiha Clan in the world. This surname is a reward from me, not determined by the blood in your stomach."
He waved his hand, and Chiyo immediately stepped forward, with a flash of cold light from his hand Chakra Scalpel, and accurately cut off the Fire Seal connection points at the backs of the thirty-one people's necks.
As the connection disconnected, Fire Seal's light went out, leaving an ugly black scar.
For a moment, I felt my body relax, but what came over me immediately was an unprecedented sense of emptiness.
The feeling of being connected to the system and the source of power disappeared, and he completely became an ordinary person. Even refining chakra became extremely difficult.
"I won't kill you."
Xuan looked down at the group of people slumped on the ground, "From now on, your surname will no longer be Uchiha Clan. Your status will be downgraded to 'Unmarked Citizens', your ninja qualifications will be permanently revoked, and your quota will be cleared. You will live to see how my empire crushes the old world in your memories."
He turned around and left, his black trench coat flapping behind him.
"Don't try to take revenge. You don't even have the qualifications to hate me now."
When we walked out of the mine, it was raining lightly in the night sky.
Xuan raised his wrist and clicked on the global notification system.
[Mandatory notice: From now on, "Uchiha Clan" will remove the blood clan definition and change it to a first-level identity license.
Any unauthenticated user will immediately trigger the automatic hunting process.]
At the same time, deep in the mobile fortress at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the green nutrient solution in the petri dish was bubbling and bubbling.
Chiyo followed Xuan, looking at the rows of developing embryos, with a rare hint of fanaticism in his tone. "Sir, the sample in the No. 2 culture tank has mutated. We have detected the heritable Fire Seal structure in the blood of the embryos for the first time. This means..."
Xuan stopped and looked at the huddled, unformed little life through the glass.
The heart of the embryo was beating vigorously, and under the transparent skin of its nape, a tiny, natural flame pattern was looming.
"It means that tools have finally evolved into species." Xuan's fingers lightly traced the surface of the glass, his eyes dark.
Chiyo immediately handed over a document that had been prepared, with <Progenitor Blood-Gifting Ritual Plan> written on the cover.