bookbashuk Chapter 156 Risks of Simulation
Chapter 156 Risks of Simulation
Chapter 156 Risks of Simulation
That night when I was six years old became a bloody turning point in the script of fate.
Under the moonlight, his uncle Yashamaru, who had always taken care of him, raised his sharp blade at him.
Gaara's heart sank into an abyss. He recognized the other party and tried to suppress the violent power within him, the monster known as Shukaku the One-Tailed Beast.
However, willpower is like a fragile dam, and strength is like a mountain torrent that breaks through the dam and goes out of control.
Blood splattered as Yashamaru collapsed onto the cold ground, his life fading rapidly.
Gaara stood frozen in the pool of blood, his pupils reflecting the corpses of his loved ones. Beneath the grief, a sharper, more intense emotion surged within him.
An even colder sense of bewilderment gripped him.
Why? He wasn't out of anger or control; at that moment, his heart could even be described as "calm." So why did the power still violently break free of control?
Yashamaru's dying words accused him of taking his mother's life and blamed him for never being loved.
He knew perfectly well that these were all lies.
He remembered, clearly remembered, his mother's last words: "I love you."
But when this lie struck my eardrums again, that force erupted uncontrollably once more!
At that moment, a terrifying thought coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, and he became certain of one thing.
His life seemed not to be written by himself, but rather controlled by an invisible giant hand, leading him step by step into the abyss according to a predetermined script.
Rebellion? When fate has already written the ending, what's the point of struggling?
After the age of seven, darkness completely swallowed the day.
Assassinations became a daily "greeting," and a peaceful night's sleep became an unattainable luxury.
Imprisoned in Shukaku's cage, he had long since become numb to the fear of the so-called "Jinchūriki going berserk and endangering the village," and he scoffed at the illusory "father-son bond."
The villagers saw him as the source of their calamity, and his father saw him as a weapon from which he had to abandon his emotions. Why should he care about these people?
However, a deeper despair was eroding him, and all his pain, numbness, and hatred seemed to be part of a plot already arranged by the screenwriter called "God".
He was forced to play this cursed role.
He clearly only wanted to indulge himself completely until he died —
No, he didn't want to be a puppet of fate anymore!
A near-mad idea took root: since everything was arranged, he would play the role even more thoroughly!
He had to act more desperately, more cruelly, and more hysterically than the script required, using extreme madness and a constant tendency to self-destruct to challenge the screenwriter's bottom line and tear apart the established trajectory!
Unfortunately, the web of fate was unbreakable, and he remained deeply entangled within it.
The Chunin Exams in Konoha seemed like fate's cruelest mockery of him.
There, he saw another "Jinchūriki," Naruto Uzumaki.
That dazzling golden figure possessed a life he could only glimpse in his deepest dreams: the love poured into his parents' lives, and the helplessness and tolerance shown by the villagers even in the face of pranks—
This enormous drop was like a poisoned dagger, piercing deeply into Gaara's heart.
It's fake—all of this must be fake too!
Since his life is a tragedy on the stage, then the warm scene opposite him must also be a false backdrop!
But—why?! Why did the "screenwriter" paint such bright colors on the other side, while only offering endless darkness and despair to himself?
For the first time, his cold killing intent burned so purely and intensely. He wanted to destroy that false "perfection" and let Naruto Uzumaki taste the bitterness of being crushed by fate!
However, fate mocked him once again, and he failed.
An even heavier blow followed: his father, Luo Sha, the one who had always tried to "arrange" his fate, died.
Upon hearing the news, Gaara burst into hysterical laughter.
The invisible shackles that had bound him for so long seemed to suddenly break in this maniacal laughter!
Since that's the case, let everything burn completely!
He no longer resisted, no longer doubted, and completely sacrificed his broken body and mind to the roaring Shukaku within him.
A violent force surged into the sky, crushing the enemy's meticulously constructed village, and also crushing his own remaining body and soul.
The Hidden Sand Village was reduced to ruins amidst a deafening roar, and he finally broke free from the strings, completing the most thorough writing of the predetermined script at the cost of self-destruction.
Even though he broke free from his restraints at this moment, he could not escape the fate of disintegration.
He was still laughing at the very last moment, and at that moment he seemed to understand something, his soul pointing straight to the sky.
"You will fail, you—you will definitely fail!"
Inside the laboratory, the frigid air seemed to freeze; only the lingering warmth on the machine's exterior proved that it had just finished.
A fierce operation.
The array of incantations that had been shimmering around the machine finally dimmed and fell silent.
Yuan Tuoye slowly opened his eyes.
The view was initially blurry, but then focused, revealing the cold, metallic ceiling.
A rare look of bewilderment flashed across his pupils, fleeting but enough to disturb the peace in his heart.
At this moment, the desperate, frantic scream still seemed to stubbornly linger in his ears: "You will fail! You—you will definitely fail!"
An instinctive feeling, mixed with contempt and displeasure, welled up inside me.
Whether something succeeds or fails cannot be determined by a mere illusion.
Even the will that roars in the illusion is theoretically part of "Takuno Minamoto".
He scoffed and forcefully suppressed the interference.
More than the words that made him scoff, a trace of doubt, like a cold vine, quietly entwined his thoughts.
Yuan Tuoye frowned deeply, his fingertips unconsciously pressing on his throbbing temples.
The memory sealing technique was confirmed to be engraved without any error. He shouldn't remember this sentence, not a single word of it!
That furious declaration should have been completely erased with the collapse of the illusion, sinking into the abyss of oblivion.
Could it be that there is a problem with the machine itself?
His gaze swept over the shadow clone standing quietly to the side.
Without a word, the shadow clone vanished into thin air the instant it received his gaze.
In an instant, the memories belonging to the shadow clones during the machine's operation flooded into the main body's consciousness.
"—Everything is normal?" Yuan Tuoye murmured to himself, his voice unusually clear in the empty laboratory, tinged with a hint of confusion.
A section of the chain of memories was missing. He didn't remember the events that happened in the illusion, but the crucial "roar"—the part that should have been sealed—permeated the blockage like mercury spilling onto the ground.
He got up again and began to examine the intricate and complex sealing runes on the surface of the machine.
As his fingertips traced the cold lines, his chakra meticulously examined every node, just as it had been before activation, the seal was flawless.
In theory, the memories of illusions, under the memory seal, should be like being locked in the most secure cage, with no way to escape.
"So—" Yuan Tuoye removed his fingertips from the rune and pressed them back against his throbbing temple, his voice low and carrying a dangerous, probing tone.
"Was it that overwhelming rage that broke through the shackles of the sealing technique?" This thought surprised even himself.
As he murmured, his lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, and his originally deep, dark eyes were suddenly ignited with scarlet!
Three jet-black magatama slowly swirled in his blood-red pupils, emanating a cold yet powerful aura.
He held his breath and focused intently, carefully savoring the surging power of the new three-tomoe Sharingan.
It was far more powerful than when it opened its eyes for the second time. A surge of power welled up in its eyes like an undercurrent.
As expected, with that kind of anger, the amplification of the Sharingan's power would naturally be even better.
However, this growth did not bring the expected joy.
The road ahead was still shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog.
The threshold for the Mangekyou Sharingan remains unreachable, with no hope of even awakening it.
"Barely, but not bad." Yuan Tuoye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the crimson had faded, and he had returned to calm.
He barely suppressed the feeling of emptiness and temporarily accepted the tangible boost in power.
As for the rage that clung to him like a maggot in the illusion? It was nothing more than a temporary surge of emotion.
Time is the best cleaning agent.
He had experienced this more than once, and those intense emotions eventually subsided.
Although—never before has it been like this time, I was able to break free from the shackles of memory.
But he remained convinced that he would never be defeated by the will of an illusion.
After all, what was roaring was essentially "themselves" who had lost their memories.
In order to climb to the pinnacle of power, what's wrong with paying a price, even if it means using your "past" self as a stepping stone to reach higher places?
This is not a hypocritical act of generosity at someone else's expense, because the "he" in that illusion is merely a lingering echo stripped of his will in "this moment."
Thinking of this, Yuan Tuoye straightened his body, and nothing could shake his determination.
The experiment is over; it's time to return to Snow Village.
As for Jugo, his exploration of Sage Mode must have reached a point of near perfection.
Thinking of Jugo, a complex ripple stirred within Takuno Minamoto's heart.
Being born with a Sage Body is a unique gift from heaven. Although it is not as stable and perfect as Hashirama Senju's, it is still far superior to ordinary people.
Even so, it has been so difficult and tortuous for Jugo to find his own perfect path to immortality, and it has taken him three whole years to date.
This made him think of a certain dazzling reference point: Naruto Uzumaki!
In just half a month, the other party went from being completely ignorant of natural energy to almost perfectly mastering the Myoboku Sage Mode—this incredible speed was a mockery of Jugo's Sage Body.
"Of course, Jugo's progress is a bit slower, partly because he lacks a wise mentor like Fukasaku, and he can only grope his way forward alone in the dark," Minamoto Takuno analyzed rationally.
"If we could take the shortcut directly from the Snake Sage of Ryuchi Cave, like Kabuto did," the speed might be much faster.
But no matter how you deduce it, the figure of that blond boy is as dazzling as the sun, casting all other figures under an unattainable radiance.
"Protagonist halo—ha, truly deserving of the name."
Yuan Tuoye sighed inwardly, unsure whether it was envy,感慨 (a feeling of deep emotion), or something else.
Before leaving, he lingered in the empty laboratory.
When he inadvertently strolled to the heavy alloy door that was specially isolated and used to keep the "Little Ten-Tails" away, an unexpected impulse erupted from the bottom of his heart without warning!
Immediately! Let it devour all the collected tailed beast chakra right now!
Let it grow quickly and become strong, even if it is just a deformed and imperfect juvenile!
Containing the chakra of six tailed beasts, once it takes shape, it will surely unleash terrifying power.
Then—seal it into your own body!
With the power of the little Ten-Tails, he could achieve a qualitative leap in a short time! He would use that power to—
"Bang!" Yuan Tuoye punched his temple with his fist, the pain instantly sobering him up.
His brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed surprise and doubt.
Such a crazy idea of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs and drinking poison to quench thirst would never have been even considered by him in the past!
This is completely unlike Yuan Tuoye's usual style!
What alarmed him even more was that, following the crazy idea he had just had, what exactly did he want to do with this power?
What goal are we striving for? My mind is a restless blank!
Is it a destructive urge directed at a vague enemy? Or is it a pure impulse to destroy?
Yuan Tuoye fell silent.
The memory seal, this double-edged sword, is now revealing its worst side.
He locked the door to the specifics of the illusion himself, so he could never know which key had turned which nerve and what kind of collapse it had triggered.
He naturally couldn't find a suitable solution.
He changed his mind; returning to Yukinin Village was not an urgent matter.
He needs to figure out where this impulse comes from.
He turned and walked toward the core area of the laboratory, his gaze sweeping over the carefully preserved "materials".
really!
When he walked up to the specially made, temperature- and humidity-controlled vessel and saw the interstitial cells inside pulsating as if they were alive;
When his gaze shifted to the body of Kaguya Kimimaro, which lay dormant in a container beside him, submerged in nutrient solution and possessing the Shikotsumyaku bloodline limit—
That irresistible urge to use it immediately surged forth from the deepest part of my heart once again!
Yuan Tuoye frowned. Suppressing this unfamiliar madness was not difficult for him. At this moment, he was also looking at the two materials.
The reason he hesitated to act was crystal clear: merging them was risky! A deadly danger!
The Yang Release power contained in the Hashirama cells is immense and unparalleled, but what is even more terrifying is its all-pervasive and highly corrosive assimilation instinct.
Without a sufficiently powerful Yin energy to act as a dam, rashly transplanting it is tantamount to embracing death.
Even with his three-tomoe Sharingan, the power of his Yin Release is still far from enough!
He must endure until the day he awakens the Mangekyou Sharingan, at which point his Yin Release power will undergo a qualitative leap, providing a sufficient margin of safety.
Or—like that long-decayed Danzo Shimura, forcefully stuff ten Sharingan arms into himself to neutralize it?
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