Even though he could forcefully suppress the Hidden Leaf Village with his formidable strength, doing so would inevitably cause heavy casualties. With a little manipulation of public opinion, it would be easy for him to be branded with all sorts of unsavory labels.
If it were just him alone, that would be one thing—because he believed that without those interfering factors, he could make the Hidden Leaf Village better. But he had a wife and a son about to be born. He wanted to be a positive figure in the eyes of his loved ones.
His personality also destined that he would not forcefully change the Hidden Leaf Village—he could only influence it slowly.
“Just wait a bit. It’s not like we can’t afford to wait.”
The Third Hokage would eventually die of old age, and so would Danzo.
The power of the Hidden Leaf Village would sooner or later return to the Hokage’s hands.
As long as he lived, no matter how chaotic the ninja world became, he could keep the Hidden Leaf Village stable. Given that, what harm was there in being a little patient?
The Hidden Leaf Village today may be rotten, but at least it was still peaceful, wasn’t it?
These were Minato Namikaze’s thoughts.
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “I think with my strength, I should be able to get a spot, right?”
When it came to human hosts, compared to the other powerhouses in the chat group, he definitely couldn’t compete.
But when it came to transforming into Ultraman Tiga, there were only a handful in the current chat group who could compare to him.
He should have at least one spot.
Uchiha Dance King: “I want a spot.”
Uchiha Madara also spoke up in the chat group. Although his strength wasn’t among the very top tier in the chat group, there were only a few people he acknowledged as being above him—and besides, there was no detailed information on how strong that transmigrator really was.
He didn’t think the other party’s strength would exceed his own.
The Oldest God-Slayer: “I want one.”
Marquis Voban also spoke up. There was only one thing he cared about—the 50% success rate enhancement opportunity!
He was not about to fall behind others, especially when that person was Cult Leader Luo Hao!
Even if it was a Luo Hao from another world, the same applied!
Shendu: “Three spots, I want one.”
In the Jackie Chan Adventures world, Shendu sat upon his throne, watching the messages in the chat group, his scarlet eyes flickering continuously.
He was a demon too, after all.
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Actually, what you guys are doing is useless.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Just now I asked the chat group—the number of people selected for the task is determined by a roulette draw.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “The chat group automatically places people who are strong enough and have free time onto the roulette, then draws from them.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Just like now.”
“Ding, selecting group members… Selection complete.”
“Ding, group members [Boil Daigo Into Soup], [Child of Nature], and [Shendu], please prepare.”
The cold mechanical voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “???”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “As the group leader, I didn’t get selected?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “I’m getting more and more suspicious that you’re not actually my cheat. Tell me—was my original cheat supposed to be a system that you swallowed? Or did you eat my group leader privileges too?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “I’ve put up with you for a long time, you bum!”
Su Yunqing confirmed left and right that her name wasn’t on the list, then angrily spoke in the chat group. Everyone here was a transmigrator—so why was she, the chat group leader, still so miserable?
She couldn’t take it anymore!
“Ding, the group leader does not possess the strength to participate in this task.”
“Pfft!”
The chat group’s voice rang out, and she felt her little heart get pierced by a needle.
Not strong enough, huh… Forget what I said before.
——-
Zombie World, somewhere in a mountain range.
The ground was covered in flesh and blood, corpses scattered everywhere.
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
And at the center of this sea of flesh and blood was a massive pit filled with scarlet blood. Above the blood was a scarlet cocoon, continuously absorbing the death energy, malevolent energy, and the energy within the blood of this space.
That massive, seemingly endless flesh-and-blood energy poured into the cocoon. As time passed, the cocoon slowly began to emit a sound like a heartbeat.
Until at one moment, as if sensing something, the cocoon suddenly trembled violently. From the center of the cocoon, a cold, emotionless gaze that seemed capable of piercing through space itself looked toward a certain direction.
“Has my existence been discovered?”
“According to its account, this world where spiritual energy has nearly dissipated shouldn’t have anyone strong enough to detect me.”
“The child of destiny of this world?”
“Interesting.”
“Unfortunately, discovering me doesn’t mean having the ability to resist.”
“You are destined to die by my hand and become the power that makes me stronger.”
“Then I will slaughter all life in this world and strengthen myself… By then, my strength should be able to break through.”
“Demon Ancestor… I, the chosen one, am destined to surpass you.”
“I will show you with my strength who is the true king of the demon race!”
As if thinking of something, the scarlet cocoon began to pulse violently. A terrifying pressure erupted from the cocoon, and countless blood-red lights spread in all directions. The trees, flowers, and grass in the surrounding area, upon being touched by the blood light, seemed to have their life force drained—instantly withering.
The Oldest God-Slayer: “Not selected, huh.”
The Oldest God-Slayer: “Looks like I’ll have to wait for next time.”
Marquis Voban looked at the names of the three group members, a hint of regret in his eyes.
But if it was these three people, he had no objections.
Holy Guardian Left Wing: “@Child of Nature, I’m very much looking forward to your power.”
Not just Angel Yan—almost all the group members were curious about Bai Xuan’s strength. Although Bai Xuan had never displayed his power, based on the abilities he described, if there were no lies mixed in, his strength would absolutely be unexpectedly formidable.
And because of that, they were even more eager to witness Bai Xuan’s strength.
They wondered how much of the [Authority of Nature]’s power this transmigrator could draw out.
Boiling Tiga Into Soup: “I actually got selected.”
Boiling Tiga Into Soup: “Don’t worry, Ninth Uncle. With me here, your world will definitely be fine.”
Shendu: “I hope that demon can give me a little surprise.”
Shendu: “If it’s too weak, it won’t be any fun.”
Lin Fengjiao: “…If possible, I’d still prefer him to be on the weaker side.”
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
If the strength is too great, the residual effects of the battle would be greater, and it could very well cause heavy casualties.
He didn’t want the common people to be harmed because of this.
“Crack.”
“Crack.”
“Crack.”
Crisp sounds like dry branches being stepped on echoed in the air. In the darkness of night, a figure slowly walked through the shadows.
It seemed as though only this one sound existed in this space—apart from the noise of his footsteps, there was surprisingly no other sound at all.
