"8th-Tier Magic — Dimensional Lock!"
As the spatial barrier descended, the energy within Demiurge's body surged to its absolute peak.
In the midst of the demon's manic laughter—
A colossal hand tore through space itself.
The laughter froze.
Under Demiurge's disbelieving gaze—
The hand closed.
And crushed him.
"Refuse the wine and take the punishment? If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
Blood exploded across the crater. Only a mangled silhouette remained before collapsing to the ground.
The three demon generals howled in fury, their eyes splitting with rage as they struggled to trigger suicidal self-detonation.
Three chains of condensed mana shot from Soren's fingertips.
They bound the demons instantly.
The chains burrowed into their bodies, sealing every limb and vein.
Three Super-Kage-tier demon generals—each comparable to the Destruction Dragon King—
Completely sealed.
The shattered remains of Demiurge were withdrawn through the spatial rift and transported directly into Konoha's Underground Level Two Science Division.
Recently recruited Orochimaru and Hiruko stared in shock.
Sensing Soren's chakra signature, Haku of the Yuki Clan cried out in joy.
"Supreme Leader-sama!"
"Orochimaru. Hiruko. Your practical lesson begins now."
The operative known as Root, disguised as an ordinary researcher, smiled faintly—though his expression remained perpetually shadowed. To Orochimaru and Hiruko, however, it was strangely comforting.
They had found a kindred spirit.
"Understood, Root-sensei."
Orochimaru's disappointment at not seeing Soren in person vanished quickly.
Before them lay a foreign demon of extraordinary power.
His golden eyes burned.
Hiruko's were no different.
Frost Dragon Containment Facility
In a vast underground chamber, Haku sighed softly.
"Supreme Leader-sama didn't come to see me…"
Beneath him knelt the Frost Dragon King, now subdued.
Their energies had begun to synchronize.
Below them, most of the Yuki Clan had completed their "harmonious integration" with Frost Dragons.
A crash echoed—
A Frost Dragon was impaled by an erupting ice pillar, stomach smashed upward, bile spraying from its maw.
"Little hatchling, submit or not?!"
The Frost Dragon King's eldest son struggled—
A foot crushed his skull into the ground.
The Yuki warrior's eyes burned crimson with battle mania. The dragon envisioned being skinned and roasted alive.
"I submit! I truly submit!"
In barely over ten days, he had witnessed the Yuki Clan's strength skyrocket like a launched rocket.
His own father had become obedient.
Becoming the mount of a rising powerhouse wasn't disgrace—
It was alliance between dragons of superior blood.
"From now on, this dragon shall be your loyal mount!"
Haku's eyes shone.
"This is the power of Benevolence!"
He pulled a small book from his robe—
a compilation of Soren's public maxims.
His favorite chapter—
On Benevolence.
If you do not wish to be split in two—
submit willingly.
That is the Supreme Leader's philosophy.
The Yuki Clan would become the blade of benevolence in Soren's hand.
Grass Village Plains — Afternoon
On the vast prairie outside Kusagakure, Uchiha Zhili sipped warm milk tea.
She watched Soren's hand disappear into space, his expression slightly displeased.
"Did something happen with the foreign guild… Ainz Ooal Gown?"
The prophecy of the shrine maiden was no secret among the upper echelon.
Soren had once publicly mentioned Nazarick before the Southeast Shinobi Army in E-Rantel.
Most shinobi approached the Great Tomb for bounty—and for the chance to catch the Supreme Leader's eye.
Some sought opportunity.
Others harbored ambition.
That was precisely why Zhili and Kaori had insisted Soren's true body accompany them on their extended "honeymoon."
If he dared personally rush to the Magic Continent without permission—
They would follow.
Pregnant or not.
Faced with that threat, Soren had been both moved and helpless.
He had invited Mito to uncover Minako's secret.
"Mm. An irreversible conflict occurred."
By killing Demiurge, Soren had gained equal Ascension Points.
That meant the demon's soul—once virtual—had been fully harvested.
Momonga would not be able to resurrect him.
Unless Soren reconstructed the soul from the system itself—like Clementine—
Resurrection was impossible.
As for the three demon generals—
Too wasteful to kill.
Better to contribute to bloodline science.
"This guild is dangerous," Soren admitted. "Without us, they would likely replace the True Dragon Lords and unify the Magic Continent."
The prairie wind brushed Kaori's bangs. Her gemstone-like eyes reflected blue skies.
"Only Mito-sama, Minako, and your clone are there."
"If it's too much, retreat. Like you said—time is on our side."
Soren smiled.
"I won't act recklessly."
He rested a hand on both wives' bellies.
Life pulsed beneath his palm.
His expression softened.
"I'm no longer the lone butcher of the battlefield."
"You—and our children—are my treasures."
Before sixteen, he had been nothing more than a drifting blade in the First Shinobi World War.
After sixteen—
He had a home.
He decided to recall Minako from the Magic Continent.
Uchiha Hikari would replace her.
Not favoritism.
Hikari had grown strong enough to stand alone.
With Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and the near-limitless stamina granted by Eight-Thousand Spear—
Until Soren fused magic and stepped fully into the Six Paths domain—
Even he could not claim absolute superiority over her.
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