Black Zetsu considered for a moment, then stepped through the blood pooled haphazardly across the floor and approached the puddle that was Orochimaru, his disgust plain.
The man impaled on wooden spikes had lost all strength. His dangling hands were paler than any normal human's, and his entire body seemed to be melting, transforming into some strange white substance.
After observing him up close, Black Zetsu felt he understood what this evolutionary path entailed. His mind settled, and he stopped agonizing over it.
Orochimaru seemed to have used Hashirama cells and the Jashin Cult's bloody chunks of flesh to turn himself into an undead creature like White Zetsu or the Jashin Cult Followers.
Crude as this method was, it was still a viable path. If he could retain his sanity, then for a human, it could count as [immortality] in a certain sense.
Black Zetsu scoffed, finding it laughable that a mere human had dared touch this forbidden realm.
Yet as he stepped back and looked at the exceptionally gruesome scene, something seemed to strike the empty space where his heart should have been.
Though Orochimaru's death was as meaningless as dust...
Human obsession and arrogance truly demanded admiration.
Humans were also the most unpredictable of all the species in the shinobi world.
To dare challenge such a question and stake his own life on the attempt-Orochimaru really was a madman. No wonder Konoha's technology had advanced so rapidly over the years.
And no wonder that Tobirama Senju had managed to create the Rinnegan back then.
Scientists were all lunatics!
Black Zetsu sighed at the thought, then heard a jumble of footsteps.
"We have a major problem! The heartbeat monitor's alarm has gone red! Lord Orochimaru's vital signs have vanished!"
"What happened?! Are we under attack?"
The laboratory door opened,