Orochimaru's Back Door
Orochimaru and Kabuto walked side by side into the core breeding room on the lowest level of the karst cave. Green, high-concentration nutrient solution rushed along thick conduits, refilling the central giant culture dish. That mutilated Uchiha corpse implanted with Hashirama's cells floated in the liquid.
This was a product combining the already corrupted cells of Obito with Hashirama's cells, and it possessed extreme vitality. The purplish-black Chaos seed inside the torso's chest cavity expanded and contracted with some eerie frequency. Every pulse stirred ripples of fine circles within the nutrient solution.
Kabuto pushed the round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze passing over the glass tube wall of the culture dish to look at Orochimaru opposite him.
Teacher, those studies of yours with bottles and jars are ultimately just mortal mud-sculpting games. Kabuto spoke to preach the truths of the Warp. He depicted grand visions of spiritual immortality and higher-dimensional power. The splicing of chakra and genes has an upper limit set by physical laws. Chaos, however, is not bound by material dimensions. As long as one accepts the blessings of the gods, life can break through carbon-based limitations and achieve eternal sublimation. Your genetic engineering appears meaningless in the face of the Warp's great might.
An expression of extreme greed surfaced on Orochimaru's pale face. He thrust out his long tongue to lick his lips, a look of infatuation flickering in the depths of his eyes. Orochimaru nodded repeatedly at Kabuto, displaying a very high degree of compliance with this grand narrative.
Watching Orochimaru's infatuated appearance, Kabuto was certain this top-tier ambitionist of the old era had completely succumbed to the miracles of Chaos. He established an absolute psychological advantage in his heart. In Kabuto's