To this day, the people who could stay by his side until the end could be counted on one hand. Yet in the end, none could escape the law of human nature driving people apart.
The larger the worlds he set foot in, the broader his horizons became. Looking back now, where was that warm little nest from before?
Uchiha Gen stomped hard, and the ground sank hundreds of thousands of meters. The magma was compressed and spread outward once more.
His body shot into the sky, turning into a streak of light and vanishing. A few days later, hundreds of strange birds flapped over to this place, cawing harshly.
"The information marked on this Interstellar Map is extremely vague. Given the Ōtsutsuki Clan's nature, they definitely wouldn't be this perfunctory."
Then there was only one answer: this star system was not within the Ōtsutsuki Clan's sphere of influence.
Although he had said from the start that he ought to make more allies, that had only been empty talk.
Every connection in this world was built upon benefits and losses—family, friendship, wealth, desire...
Uchiha Gen had nothing to trade with them. To become allies, their goals would have to align, but he had too little information. He knew nothing at all about these two races.
While flying, Uchiha Gen occasionally stepped on Dark Matter Nodes. His speed was not much slower than before.
Yet just when he thought he could smoothly leave this star system, a figure blocked his path.
"Who are you?"
The creature before him resembled a human, but its body was covered in beetle-like armor. Eight pointed legs protruded from its back, black-and-white antennae alternated across its forehead, and two huge compound eyes occupied half its face.
"So you're the one who invaded my planet?"
"Your... planet?"