Mass-Producing Uchiha Ghouls, Orochimaru Struck It Rich

In that Secret Laboratory buried deep underground, the dim lights flickered as if they might go out at any moment, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the space.

All around were various strange and unusual experimental instruments, and the liquid in the glassware, which emitted a faint green light, swayed gently, making a soft sound.

Orochimaru was wearing a white lab coat, and the area around his 36D bulge was stained with blood.

At this moment, Auntie Snake was completely focused on dissecting a corpse, her eyes revealing an almost insane obsession, as if the whole world had shrunk to just her and the cold body in front of her.

Just then, the laboratory door was gently pushed open, and a slender researcher Earth Flow in.

He held a small black notebook in his hand, filled with various data and experimental reports. His eyes were filled with awe and tension. He dared not look Orochimaru in the eye, but lowered his head slightly and said softly, "Lord Orochimaru, shall we seal those Uchiha people in the jar?"

Orochimaru paused slightly, the scalpel in his hand stopping in mid-air.

It slowly raised its head, a barely perceptible glint of emotion flashing in its eyes. Hiruzen Sarutobi's death stirred a wave in its heart; for it, it was a kind of redemption and liberation.

Over the years, its master-disciple entanglement with Hiruzen Sarutobi, as well as the various Binding Vow it suffered in Konoha, all vanished with Hiruzen Sarutobi's departure.

Thinking of Uchiha Yu's words, his revelations about the dark side of Konoha, and his indignation at the fate of the Uchiha Clan, Orochimaru had a different idea in his mind.

It was silent for a moment, then slowly shook its head and said in a low and calm voice, "Find a place in the village and build houses for them."

Upon hearing this, the researchers were stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to believe their ears.

In his mind, Orochimaru had always been only interested in experiments and power, and was ruthless towards his experimental subjects. It was hard to understand why he would suddenly make such a decision.

But he dared not ask any further questions, and simply lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes!"

In a remote corner of the Otogakure, the gloomy Sky Manipulation seemed like a heavy lead plate, making it hard to breathe.

A group of Uchiha clansmen were busily carrying building materials, their faces filled with grief and exhaustion, each step heavy and difficult.

Who would have thought that the Uchiha Clan, once Limitless in Konoha, would now be seeking a chance to survive under Orochimaru's protection?

The thought of the village's ruthless extermination filled everyone with endless anger and sorrow.

Those painful memories, like sharp blades, cut deep into their hearts.

Behind the crowd, a beautiful young woman stood quietly; she was Izumi Uchiha, who had a romantic relationship with Itachi.

Her eyes were vacant as she stared blankly into the distance, as if her soul had long since left this place. Her simple clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, further emphasizing her frail and helpless figure.

The attack that night was like an unhealable scar, deeply imprinted on her heart.

Every night, when all was quiet, the bloody scene would appear like a ghost, making her toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

She couldn't understand why Itachi Uchiha, her lover who had sworn eternal love to her, would so cruelly kill her own clan and herself.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Earth Grudge Fear monster on the street, which diverted Itachi's attention, Izumi Uchiha, already under the influence of Tsukuyomi, would have died a agonizing death immediately.

Itachi, you have no heart!

In fact, Izumi also had a high opinion of herself. Itachi could even cut down his parents, so what was a lover to him?

"Izumi Uchiha, don't dwell on your pain. Life must go on." An old yet gentle voice broke Izumi's reverie.

Quan nodded slightly and replied softly, "Yes." Her voice was weak and hoarse, as if she had used up all her strength.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then dragged her heavy steps towards the pile of building materials, reached out, and grabbed a brick. Despite the surging pain within her, she knew that to survive, for the last remaining hope of the Uchiha Clan, she had to be strong.

In the somewhat remote Uchiha settlement of Otogakure, a few rays of sunlight struggled to pierce through the thick clouds and fall upon this land that had endured countless vicissitudes.

However, in the past few days, a suffocating and dangerous atmosphere has been hanging over this place like a dark cloud.

Six members of the tribe unfortunately developed anorexia.

As time went on, their condition worsened. They became pale, with sunken eyes, and so thin they looked like skin and bones, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

Even more worrying is the bloodlust lurking in their blood, like a beast awakened, roaring wildly in their consciousness and gradually eroding their remaining sanity.

On this day, the situation finally reached a critical point.

The bodies of the six tribesmen began to tremble uncontrollably, their eyes turned an eerie blood red, sharp fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, and they let out low growls, as if they could descend into a frenzied killing spree at any moment.

The surrounding tribesmen watched them in horror, yet dared not approach them easily, for fear of provoking their companions who were on the verge of losing control.

Just then, a figure flashed by like a ghost.

Kimimaro appeared before everyone!

He was carrying several packets of coffee, which he suddenly threw in front of the six tribesmen who were about to lose control.

The aroma of coffee instantly filled the air. The six tribesmen seemed to be frozen in place, their bodies stiffening abruptly. Then, their noses began to twitch wildly as they greedily inhaled the aroma.

They looked like Old Pipe had been locked up for half a month, suddenly seeing cigarettes, their eyes filled with madness and longing. They rushed towards the coffee bag without hesitation, grabbed the coffee beans, and were about to put them in their mouths.

Kimimaro flashed into the middle of the crowd, his hands moving like a whirlwind, scattering the clansmen who rushed at him.

Kimimaro stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, before shouting loudly, "Izumi Uchiha!"

A short while later, Quan rushed over.

Kimimaro pointed to the coffee packets on the ground and said to Izumi, "Grind coffee for them."

Izumi was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Kimimaro's intention.

After a while, cups of steaming hot, fragrant coffee were served to the six tribesmen.

They eagerly took the coffee, their hands trembling as they sipped it.

The scalding coffee flowed down their throats, warming their cold bodies and gradually dispelling the frenzied bloodlust in their hearts.

Thanks to the effects of coffee, the six Uchiha clan members suffering from anorexia finally stabilized.

Their eyes gradually regained their clarity, and a trace of color returned to their pale faces. The surrounding tribesmen breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Having dealt with matters on the surface, Kimimaro strode into the dark and secluded Underground Laboratory.

A pungent chemical odor filled the air, and various instruments flashed with a cold light and emitted a slight buzzing sound.

Orochimaru stood in front of the lab table, intently staring at the sample under the microscope.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head, his forked tongue flicking out slightly as he lightly licked his lips.

Kimimaro walked up to Orochimaru, bowed slightly, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "Lord Orochimaru, the Ghoul have stabilized."

Orochimaru nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "Give the order to begin requisitioning the villagers. We will provide free housing and medical care."

"Yes." Kimimaro accepted the order, turned around and strode away, his figure quickly disappearing into the dark passageway of the laboratory.

After Kimimaro left, Orochimaru's forked tongue danced merrily as he muttered to himself, "The day when mass production of Ghoul is not far off. But before that, we need to increase the Uchiha Clan's productivity."

Orochimaru licked his lips. "How about researching an aphrodisiac?"

Meanwhile, Kimimaro dragged his slightly tired body back to his room.

The room was simply furnished, with nothing superfluous except for a bed and a table.

He walked to the table and picked up a packet of Orochimaru's special coffee.

Upon opening the packaging, a unique fragrance instantly fills the air.

He skillfully poured the coffee into the cup and brewed it with hot water.

Looking at the steaming coffee in his cup, a hint of relief appeared in his eyes.

Since receiving the Rc Cells, his original symptoms have been eliminated by the Rc Cells, but he has also been left with hemotropic sequelae.

Fortunately, there was Orochimaru's special coffee; just one cup could effectively suppress his insane bloodlust.

He picked up his coffee, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, took a small sip, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction as the hot coffee slid down his throat.

Thinking that Orochimaru was not the only one responsible for all of this, but also Uchiha Yu of Konoha, Kimimaro began to look forward to his next meeting with Yu.

When the time comes, my strength should give Uchiha Yu a big shock, right?

Deep within the cave, shrouded in darkness and filled with a mysterious atmosphere, flickering candlelight shone like will-o'-the-wisps, and eerie light and shadow danced wildly on the rough stone walls.

The core members of the Akatsuki stood solemnly as a meeting concerning a major upheaval was quietly about to begin.

"We suffered heavy losses in this operation, and our plans were completely disrupted!"

Deva Path Pain, hovered in mid-air, his face as cold and stern as frost, devoid of any emotion. His icy Rinnegan radiated a chilling light. "The culprit is Uchiha Yu, a powerful being we never expected."

"Hmph, the Uchiha Clan has always been cunning and lurking in the shadows. It's not surprising that such a formidable character has suddenly emerged." Jūzō Biwa curled his lip, a fierce look appearing on his face. His broken sword, the Kubikiribōchō, trembled slightly behind him, as if it too was dissatisfied with this setback.

"It seems we underestimated the Uchiha Clan's strength," Konan said softly, her expression grave. "His appearance has added many variables to our subsequent actions."

Hidden within the Hiruko, Sasori's voice was low and filled with hatred, "That brat Uchiha Yu must be eliminated!"

Everyone's attention then turned to Itachi Uchiha.

At this moment, Itachi's face was as pale as paper, and the places where his two arms used to be were empty, making him look particularly desolate.

"Itachi, don't worry." Deva Path Pain's gaze fell on Itachi, his tone cold but carrying an undeniable determination. "We will make an arm for you to help you regain your fighting strength as soon as possible."

Itachi nodded slightly, but his eyes revealed a hint of worry.

Under normal circumstances, Itachi would never reflect on his actions.

But after Uchiha Yu's scathing rebuke, Itachi felt that he hadn't done things perfectly.

Can killing really save the village?

Just then, the air inside the cave seemed to freeze, and a figure emerged from underground, speaking with a solemn expression, "Danzo and Hiruzen Sarutobi are both dead."

The news of Jue was like a bombshell, instantly causing a huge uproar among everyone.

A brief silence fell over the cave, and everyone's face was filled with shock.

Itachi Uchiha's body jolted violently, his eyes widening instantly with disbelief and anxiety. "What did you say? How could they be dead?" His voice trembled, a rare occurrence for him. The usually composed man was now completely flustered.

Zetsu continued, "Orochimaru launched a sneak attack amidst the chaos and killed Hiruzen Sarutobi Danzo. They claimed that Madara Uchiha, but we all know that's impossible."

Itachi's expression grew increasingly grim.

His secret deal with Konoha is now a thing of the past with the deaths of those two men.

Sasuke's future was suddenly plunged into endless darkness and uncertainty.

Itachi's situation is similar to that of an undercover agent Tony Leung, who has lost his Officer Wong.

"This might be an opportunity for us," Jūzō Biwa broke the silence, his eyes gleaming with greed. " With Konoha losing its two pillars, it's bound to fall into chaos, and we can take advantage of that."

"We must not be careless," Konan immediately retorted, her gaze calm and wise. "Konoha has a deep foundation. Under these circumstances, they are likely to be more united than ever before. If we act rashly, we may suffer even greater losses."

"Hmph, just a bunch of rabble, what's there to fear?" Jūzō Biwa sneered disdainfully, his voice filled with arrogance and pride. "As long as I make a move, I can definitely turn Konoha upside down."

"Even so, we need to plan this carefully." Jue, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. "We must not ruin the organization's grand plan because of a momentary impulse."

"We need to be cautious about this matter." Konan frowned slightly, her expression full of worry. "Our goal is to collect the Tailed Beast. If we get stuck because of Konoha, it will be a loss."

Deva Path Pain listened quietly to the debate. After a long while, he slowly spoke, "Itachi, cooperate fully to repair your arm and recover as soon as possible. The rest of you, keep a close eye on the situation in Konoha, focus on finding capable people, and continue to expand the organization."

After saying that, he glanced at Konan, the widow with a paper flower in her hair, and said, "Come and find me."

Konan nodded. "Yes."

"Meeting adjourned."