Another year passed, and Uchiha Gen grew a year older. By his physical age, he was already twenty-two; by the age of his soul, he was nearly fifty.
In the laboratory, Uchiha Gen stared gravely at the Hashirama Cell inside the test tube.
"Not enough. Still not enough!"
The genes within Uchiha Gen's body were now almost unrecognizable from what they had originally been. Yet amid the interactions of so many genes, the Hashirama Cell still held absolute dominance. He had a feeling that if he injected it now, he would die.
In the original story, only a handful of people had successfully fused with Hashirama Cells, but the fusion efficiency was outrageously low. Testing it on humans gave an utterly minuscule chance of success.
"I remember the White Zetsu Obito fused with seemed to have Wood Release cells. Could I make myself a White Zetsu too?"
But when the image of himself with half a human face and half a White Zetsu face surfaced in his mind, he immediately shook his head. Whether someone was strong depended on the version, but whether someone was handsome lasted a lifetime.
"Even if I don't fuse with a White Zetsu, I still need to catch one and study it."
White Zetsu were peculiar creatures. Originally, they had been war weapons cultivated by Kaguya Otsutsuki using the God Tree. But because of what happened with her two sons, the project went bankrupt halfway through. The White Zetsu had only developed within the God Tree for a short time, and their average strength was merely comparable to Genin.
But even if they were only Genin, there were more than a hundred thousand of them. With such numbers, even ants could bite an elephant to death.
He stored away everything in the laboratory, carefully covered