"…What a good woman…"
Deep within his consciousness, Ryujin let out a quiet sigh as he continued absorbing the Origin Threads.
Tsunade.
Yes, she had a few… questionable habits.
But compared to everything else—
They barely mattered.
In the shinobi world, drinking wasn't even considered a flaw. It was normal. There was no peaceful era here, no strict rules, no polished standards.
Only survival.
And besides—
With Tsunade's lineage, as the granddaughter of Hashirama Senju, her body was absurdly strong. Even if she drank every day, it wouldn't affect her in the slightest.
So really—
It wasn't a flaw.
Just a hobby.
And honestly—
Ryujin himself didn't mind drinking either.
After all, in a world like this, there wasn't much entertainment. A bit of alcohol. A bit of gambling.
That was about it.
He didn't rush to wake up.
There was no need.
Because right now—
What he was gaining—
Was far too valuable.
—
As the Origin Threads flowed into him, Ryujin noticed something astonishing.
His chakra—
Was evolving.
Not increasing.
Not expanding.
Evolving.
It was becoming purer.
Denser.
Stronger.
As if it had been refined at its very core.
Because this—
Was the power of the world itself.
The most fundamental.
The most primal.
The purest force in existence.
Something beyond description.
Beyond comprehension.
Even absorbing a fraction of it—
Was enough to completely transform him.
Strengthening chakra?
That was just the beginning.
His body grew stronger.
His spirit sharpened.
His very existence—
Elevated.
This wasn't simple growth.
This was—
A qualitative transformation.
—
But what truly excited him—
Was something else entirely.
His Mangekyō Sharingan—
Was evolving.
Previously, every time he used it, his vision would deteriorate. Pain. Blood. Darkness.
If overused—
He would go blind.
Perhaps the most tragic fate for someone like him—
To possess power he couldn't use freely.
But now—
Everything was changing.
As the Origin Threads nourished his eyes, the damage was being repaired.
No—
More than repaired.
It was being rebuilt.
Stronger.
More stable.
More complete.
"…So this is the path…"
Ryujin's thoughts sharpened.
The next stage—
The legendary evolution—
The Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
According to Uchiha records, this was the pinnacle of the Sharingan before its final transformation.
Three-tomoe Sharingan.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
A cursed progression.
A path of blood and sacrifice.
Normally—
To achieve it, one must transplant another Mangekyō.
From a close relative.
That alone—
Made it nearly impossible.
Because Ryujin—
Had no such family.
And even if he did—
He would never choose that path.
To take the eyes of one's own kin—
Was something he refused to do.
Which meant—
Under normal circumstances—
He would never reach that stage.
But now—
Everything was different.
With the power of the Origin Threads—
The very foundation of the world—
He could bypass the rules.
Rewrite them.
Complete the evolution—
Without sacrifice.
Without blood.
"…Then let's do it."
Once the Eternal Mangekyō was formed, his greatest weakness would disappear.
No more vision loss.
No more limitations.
And beyond that—
A new thought surfaced.
A dangerous one.
"…If this works…"
"…Then what about…"
The Rinnegan?
The final eye.
The eye of legends.
If the Origin Threads could push his Mangekyō to completion, then reaching the Rinnegan might not be impossible.
After all—
This was the power of the world itself.
To control it—
Was to control everything.
A terrifying possibility.
—
But Ryujin didn't stop there.
Another thought emerged.
"If this world has Origin Threads…"
"…Then what about other worlds?"
His mind expanded further.
If his understanding was correct, every world—no matter how small—should have its own origin.
Whether it was a minor world, a mid-tier world, or a higher plane—
As long as it existed—
It had a foundation.
Which meant—
Even if he exhausted the Origin Threads of this world—
He could simply go elsewhere.
Through the guild.
Through dimensional travel.
And continue absorbing.
Continue evolving.
Continue ascending.
"…This…"
Ryujin paused.
"…might be too insane."
Even he felt it.
The scale of this idea—
Was terrifying.
But—
It was possible.
And that—
Was enough.
For now, he set those thoughts aside.
Because there was something more important.
His first goal—
To complete the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Everything else—
Could wait.
Because once that step was taken—
The true path—
Would begin.
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