Inside Ryūchi Cave.
Sasori and Madara stared at the indescribable puddle on the ground.
They looked at each other, both sinking into thought.
Madara poked Hidan curiously.
"This guy's head has been pulverized, but his flesh is still wriggling. Is he dead or not?"
Sasori spoke with absolute certainty.
"Hidan has an 'immortal' body. He's definitely still alive, but..."
But Hidan was now a puddle of minced meat. There was no telling which end was his head and which was his tail.
...How the hell were they supposed to put him back together?!
Even Sasori, a master craftsman, had no idea where to begin. He was completely stumped.
Madara stood up coldly and said,
"Then leave him to his fate. This is his destiny."
Personally, Madara would have liked nothing better than for Hidan to die on the spot.
Somewhere in a higher world.
Amid endless darkness.
An indescribable being rolled over and sat up, making the entire world tremble with him.
He resembled an amorphous, protoplasmic swelling, his body covered in tentacle-like hairs.
An ordinary person would fall into corruption after a single glance at him, their sanity plummeting, and become his devoted follower.
The Evil God, modeled after a Cthulhu deity!
After enjoying a high-quality offering.
The Evil God suddenly took an interest in the follower who had presented it and decided to grant him a "reward."
And so.
He opened over three hundred faintly glowing eyes and looked toward a certain lower plane.
"%￥*@#!"
Upon seeing his follower's appearance, the Evil God waved his tentacles delightedly.
This little fellow looked quite appetizing... quite suited to his tastes!
In a good mood, the Evil God squeezed out a drop of his essence.
He tore through layer upon layer of the void with his tentacles and flung the