Luo Mang's guess had been remarkably accurate.
The moment Naruto Uzumaki's imagined scenario appeared, everyone reading the Diary froze for a moment.
"He was in that bad a state?"
In their minds, Luo Mang was incredibly mysterious, even stronger than the aliens mentioned in the Diary.
Luo Mang could predict things with such accuracy and even conjure up images of future events.
He could even share them with others. That was nothing short of a miracle, something they had never heard of.
So they had put him on quite a pedestal.
But now, had that illusion shattered?
Could someone so powerful really end up looking that helpless?
He actually needed to ask others for help just to rescue someone.
But on closer thought, Luo Mang had never claimed to be invincible. In fact, right at the beginning of the Diary, he had stated that befriending the future Savior would pay off. That also indirectly suggested his actual combat abilities might not be that strong.
It was simply the unknown that had inspired their fear and idealized image of him.
And Konan was the clearest example of that.
After watching the scene, she muttered aloud.
"Come to think of it, if he can't protect them, why does he have so many women?"
Konan was curious.
In the shinobi world, the number of women a man had also reflected his status and authority.
Without strength, even survival was a problem, never mind women.
Who would have time to bother with such trivial matters?
Konan pursed her lips. Perhaps she had jumped to conclusions. Judging Luo Mang by her own standards did not seem quite right either.
Rustle, rustle.
Konan casually crossed her legs. Her short robe slipped off them, exposing her fair, supple thighs. They spread slightly under the pressure; her waist