The moment his words fell, another stream of information surged into their minds—cold, precise, as if the space itself was revealing its rules.
A notification echoed silently:
[Notice: Mission cycle — 10 days][Notice: First mission completed → Personal Private Space unlocked]
Uchiha Xiuren's gaze instinctively shifted toward the edge of the fractured platform. There, within the void, a simple ancient door appeared—silent and still, visible only to him.
"…Looks like your room is ready," Uchiha Mo said casually. "Go take a look. You can shape it however you want. It's completely secure. Without your permission—even I can't enter."
Xiuren nodded and stepped forward, pushing the door open.
Inside, there was no room—only a boundless, hazy expanse. Vast. Limitless. Empty. Waiting.
He understood immediately.
With a single thought, he could construct anything—a training ground, a research laboratory, a library, even a perfect replica of the Uchiha compound.
After a brief observation, he stepped back. The door vanished.
Without hesitation, he opened the exchange interface and purchased everything under [World: Mr. Zombie].
In an instant, a torrent of knowledge flooded his mind—refined, integrated, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
[Points: 4541 → 641]
Mo watched calmly.
"Let's go. Anything else—tomorrow."
"Mm."
…
Xiuren opened his eyes.
He was back in his room. Cold. Quiet.
Moonlight still lingered beyond the window, as if nothing had happened.
He glanced at the clock.
"…Ten days in another world. Less than ten minutes here… remarkable."
His voice was low, thoughtful.
This wasn't just world travel. It touched time itself.
Even in its damaged state, the Main God Space was beyond anything in the ninja world.
At the same time, he felt it clearly—a stable, constant connection. With a single thought, he could return, and more importantly, he would reappear at the exact same location.
This changed everything.
Escape. Re-entry. Ambush. Reset.
A battlefield tool. A survival guarantee.
No wonder Mo had no fear of the clan.
With this, even the most dangerous situations could be controlled.
"…So this is your confidence," Xiuren murmured.
But there was a limit.
During rest periods, time flowed normally. No acceleration. No shortcuts. No cheating.
One day inside—one day outside.
…
Elsewhere, Uchiha Mo smiled faintly.
"Xiuren should already be thinking about… abusing that 'return' function."
…
Morning arrived.
Uchiha Mo dressed neatly, his expression returning to something ordinary—unremarkable.
On the way to headquarters, several radical faction members glanced at him, nodded, then continued their discussion. To them, he was nothing—just another chūnin. Insignificant.
Today's patrol consisted of Mo, Xiuren, and Izumi.
But the area had changed.
Around the Uchiha compound, multiple squads were positioned at key points. Their expressions were cold, and a faint killing intent lingered in the air.
This wasn't a patrol.
This was defense.
Mo's brows furrowed slightly as his voice lowered.
"Izumi… something feels off today."
"What else?" Izumi replied without turning back. "Last night, some of our patrols spotted ANBU. Not one or two—several. Acting suspiciously. The moment we noticed them, they retreated."
Her fist tightened.
"If you ask me… they're watching us. Preparing to act. The elders have already met. We're strengthening defenses."
Xiuren, walking behind, hesitated slightly.
"…Could it be a misunderstanding? Maybe they were on another mission…"
"Xiuren!"
Izumi spun around sharply, her eyes piercing.
"You're too naïve! I know you hate conflict, but this isn't the time!"
"Shisui is dead! And Itachi… has changed."
"The village keeps tightening the pressure. If we don't prepare—do we wait until the blade is at our throats?!"
Her voice carried both anger and fear—but no suspicion.
To her, Mo and Xiuren were simply Uchiha. Flawed—but not threats.
Xiuren shrank slightly.
"I understand… I just worry… this might escalate things…"
"It already has!" Izumi cut him off. "Some people just refuse to see it!"
Then she turned to Mo.
"What do you think?"
Mo's expression grew serious.
"You're right. It's better to be cautious. Strengthening defenses is necessary… I just hope it doesn't come to that."
Izumi nodded, satisfied.
"Exactly. We can hope—but we can't rely on mercy."
She turned forward, determination clear in her posture.
Meanwhile, Mo and Xiuren exchanged a brief glance—silent, but full of meaning.
Because they both knew—
The conflict had already begun.