From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 300 The Most Evil Demon and the Supreme Emperor

The moment the 'King General' removed his mask, Genjiro and Inuyama He's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Upon seeing that face that was so familiar it was almost unbearable, the two of them were struck dumb, their minds went blank, and they stood there stunned.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity to Genjiro and Inuyama He.

How is this possible?!
The 'King General' who commands the demons is actually Tachibana Masamune!
The king, having removed his pale noble mask and revealed his true face, was like a thunderbolt that exploded in the hearts of Genjiro and Inuyama He.

For a moment, the two were even unable to accept it, mistaking it for a hallucination.

As the young master of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, Genjiro should maintain a calm demeanor no matter what situation he faces. This is both a duty and an example.

However, at this moment, Genji was unable to control his emotions no matter what.

His pupils shrank to almost pinpoints as he stared dumbfounded at the 'King General' who had removed his mask. It was as if the blood in his body had been frozen, and an unstoppable chill ran up his spine and up to the top of his head, causing a terrifying storm to surge in his heart.

Inuyama He, standing to the side, also wore a horrified expression, his mouth agape involuntarily.

The 'King General', having removed his mask, looked at the two with a mocking expression, as if enjoying their reaction: "Chishin, when you see your father again, don't you plan to say anything to me?"

"No, it's impossible."

Yuan Zhisheng felt a chill run down his spine, staring at the 'King General' in disbelief: "You...you're my father?"

"Tachibana Masamune, is it really you?" Inuyama He, struggling to support his injured body, asked, his eyes filled with astonishment and horror. Deep down, he still couldn't accept this fact: "Please tell me, this isn't true. The leader of the Oni Clan, 'King General,' is actually the same person as the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families?!"

Is there a more ridiculous joke in the world?
The leaders of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan, who have always regarded each other as enemies, are actually the same person!

Inuyama He felt a chill run through him. He looked around at the Snake-Headed Eight Families, who were fighting against the Corpse Guardians, and then at Tachibana Masamune, as if he understood something: "This was all your conspiracy, wasn't it?"

"I prefer to call it a plan."

Tachibana Masamune said calmly, "After all, compared to the Oni Clan, the power of the Snake-Headed Eight Families is still too great, and they need to be weakened."

"Old man... no, Tachibana Masamune, why did you do this?!" Genjiro was filled with boundless rage, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared ferociously, "Tell me, why!"

He couldn't accept that the 'dad' who had been with him throughout his childhood had suddenly become the biggest 'culprit'!
"The reason is simple: to embark on the path to the underworld of 'God'."

Looking at the anger in Genji's eyes, Tachibana Masamune remained calm, his face showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he were describing something very ordinary: "You have never seen it, so you simply don't understand. You are guarding such a huge 'treasure,' yet you don't know how to use it. Don't you find that pathetic?"

"Have you been plotting for the power of 'God' since thirty years ago?"

Inuyama He found it somewhat unbelievable. What kind of strong belief and terrifying self-control would lead someone to pretend for decades?

“That’s right. From the moment I set foot on Japanese soil,” Tachibana Masamune suddenly paused, then a sneer appeared on his lips as he said, “No, to be precise, it was even before that. I already knew about the existence of the ‘White King,’ and from that moment on, I was already making my plans.”

He was overjoyed because tonight, his long-cherished wish was finally about to come true!

Just one step away, just one more piece of the puzzle. Herzog's eyes were filled with fanaticism and excitement as he raised his arms and shouted, "Soon, very soon, you will witness the power of God!"

"You are not Tachibana Masamune."

Genjiro finally gave up, his eyes filled with disappointment and excruciating pain. His clenched fists, his nails digging deep into his skin, could not alleviate the physical pain in the slightest. The deepest pain in his heart, the pain of being betrayed by the person he respected most, was: "The real Tachibana Masamune is dead!"

"You're right, I am indeed not Tachibana Masamune."

Tachibana Masamune's lips slowly curled upwards, revealing a chilling smile that resembled the pale mask of a court noble: "My real name is Jung von Herzog."

King, Tachibana Masamune, Herzog. How many other identities does he actually have?
No one knows the answer to this question.

But Genjiro didn't want to ask anymore, because there was no need. Herzog had only one identity: that of an enemy!
They are 'enemies' who must be killed, the biggest and most evil 'demon'!
“Tachibana Masamune, no, it should be Herzog.”

Genji's face showed no pity, his pupils shimmering with a molten gold, as his 'Emperor' bloodline was activated: "In the name of the 74th head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, I will surely slay you here today and prevent your conspiracy from succeeding!"

Words of Power: Royal Authority!
The ancient and austere language, like the chanting of gods, echoed across the land of Tokyo Bay.

That was the wrath of a monarch who inherited the royal bloodline; the physical rules of the space within a radius of tens of meters centered on Genji were completely altered.

The hard ground groaned under the strain, and visible cracks spread out like a spider web. Within this domain of 'Kingdom,' everyone was subjected to dozens of times the force of gravity, turning their original weight of only a hundred pounds into a terrifying weight of over a thousand pounds.

Even a hybrid with a strong physique would find it difficult to withstand the impact of ten times the body weight on a human skeleton.

“Chishin, your enemy is not me.”

Herzog struggled against the gravity emanating from the 'Royal Authority' domain, yet remained remarkably calm.

Fleeting dreams, three lifetimes in the blink of an eye, karma leaving no trace.
Though we cherish each other, why must we meet again?

The earth is ever-flowing, but who can stop the passing of time?

The eastward flow has no end.

These are lyrics from Bando Tamasaburo's "Yang Guifei," yet the singing voice is plaintive, seemingly mixed with a hint of resentment and hatred.

Genjiro was startled and looked up at the source of the song. He saw a man wearing a wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with red spider lilies, holding a long, crimson sword, slowly walking towards him: "It's been a long time, brother. No, we just met last time, hehe."

"Young girl."

Yuan Zhisheng gazed at that figure and said softly, "So, this is the path you chose, isn't it?"

"Some things just have to come to an end, don't they?"

Kazama Ruri held her sword at an angle, a smile that was neither a smile nor a cry on her face: "Come on, you are the supreme emperor, and I am the most evil demon. Use your justice to crush me, just like in the past, and end all of this completely, brother!"

(End of this chapter)