The crown prince's corpse slowly toppled over. Uchiha Gen flicked the grease from his hands in disgust, then used his senses to seize the soul drifting from the body and pull it directly into himself.
"So that's how it is. Even the Ōtsutsuki have civil wars."
The struggle for the crown prince's position had been even more violent and direct than Uchiha Gen had guessed. Before his power had been stripped away, this fat man's combat strength had actually ranked among the top three in the clan.
The scale of the internal conflict had resulted in over a hundred million casualties, involving more than five hundred races from various planets.
"Good thing the Shinobi Planet is tucked away in some corner. Otherwise, if we casually ran into a race living near an Ōtsutsuki planet, we'd probably be wiped out..."
Uchiha Gen remained in the room for a while longer, carefully studying the appearances and characteristics of the races in the fat man's memories. At last, he focused his thoughts on the figure buried deepest in those memories.
That person was exceptionally tall, over three meters in height by estimate. He looked very similar to a human, yet he was the current head of the Ōtsutsuki Clan—Ōtsutsuki Utaka!
Yet after staring at that figure for only a moment, Uchiha Gen felt his mind grow weary. He decisively cut off the connection at once.
"Whew... He probably didn't notice..."
Uchiha Gen's expression was grave, while thoughts fell endlessly through his mind like raindrops. As he was now, he did not even qualify to stand against the Ōtsutsuki Clan head...
"Ugh, this is so hard..."
After leaving the room, Uchiha Gen acted as though nothing had happened. With his head lowered and arms hanging limply at his sides, he walked alone down the