From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 318 Identity Exposed
The tremors in the Tama River area have finally stopped.

The snow-white mycelium covering the mountains and fields slowly withered, and the members of the Snake Clan on the outskirts cheered loudly upon seeing this.

"It's a success!"

"The patriarch has succeeded! The curse has been completely broken!"

"Great!"

Amid cheers, Miyamoto Shigeo remained anxious, staring intently at the red well.

His intuition told him that sometimes too much quiet might not be a good thing, especially this eerie stillness, which resembled the calm before a storm.

"How's it going with Genjiro? Still no news?" Miyamoto Shigeo asked the engineering team next to him, his expression uncertain.

"We just detected signs of battle at the bottom of the Red Well, but now..." The engineering team leader wiped his sweat, afraid of becoming the target of his anger, and cautiously replied, "Mechanical equipment can hardly detect the results directly. Do you think we need to send a few people down?"

"How many groups are left on the ground?" Miyamoto Shio asked.

"The Inuyama Group and the Fuma Group are on standby." The head of the engineering team typed on the computer and quickly brought up the remaining personnel, saying, "The Inuyama family head and the Fuma family head are responsible for guarding the outermost perimeter, so the extent of their losses is the least. They can be mobilized now."

After a brief moment of thought, Miyamoto Shigeo immediately issued the order: "Alright, let Inuyama He and Fuuma Kotaro personally lead the team deep into the Red Well!"

"No, wait, Lord Miyamoto!"

At that moment, the person in charge of the project suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "It's the head of the family! There's also the head of the Uesugi family and Kazama Ruri! They've all come out!"

"what?!"

Miyamoto Shigeo immediately threw down his notebook and, ignoring the people around him trying to stop him, stuck half of his body out of the cabin.

Sure enough, Genjiro was carrying the unconscious Genjiro on his back, struggling to climb out of the Red Well, and appeared in his sight with a limp.

And following behind Genjiro, the petite and adorable girl in the oversized shrine maiden's robes, was none other than Uesugi Erii, who had been kidnapped by Herzog.
However, that blond youth holding Erii's hand was rather an eyesore.

"Madam, it's all right!" Upon seeing Genjiro, Miyamoto Shigeo's eyes welled up with tears. The heart that had been pounding in his chest seemed to finally be able to relax. "Quick, land down and tell the others that we succeeded. The patriarch has broken the curse!"

The helicopter slowly descended to the ground amidst a roar.

Miyamoto Shigeo couldn't even wait for the descent to complete before grabbing the rappelling rope and jumping down. As soon as he landed, he ran towards Genjiro.

"Quick! Where is the medical team?" Miyamoto Shigeo had just run to the Red Well when he saw Genji's body covered in what looked like tattered wounds, and immediately shouted loudly.

Fortunately, the two remaining helicopters are equipped with professional medical personnel, so emergency treatment is not a problem.

"Master, the Yamata no Orochi!" Miyamoto Shigeo swallowed hard, suppressing his excitement and eagerly awaiting the final outcome.

"Yes, the curse of the Snake Clan has been completely broken from this day forward." Genji forced a smile, and it was clear that he was badly injured. He even had to stop and catch his breath after saying just a few words, wincing in pain. "Speaking of which, Herzog almost succeeded."

“Herzog? Wasn’t he personally killed by the patriarch?” Miyamoto Shio asked in surprise.

“No, the dead Herzog was a Shadow Dancer.” Genji covered his wound, gasped, and said, “While I was seriously injured fighting with the girl, he used the clapper to control her, and then tried to use Adam to purify the Holy Relics and usurp the White King’s authority, but in the end he was outmaneuvered and was devoured by the White King’s Holy Relics.”

A simple sentence sent a chill down Miyamoto Shigeo's spine.

That was close! That was incredibly close!

If Herzog hadn't miscalculated and been devoured by the Holy Relic, they would be facing a living 'White King' now!

"This can be considered as reaping what you sow." Miyamoto Shio let out a long sigh and said with great emotion, "Since ancient times, those who have embarked on this 'path to the underworld' have all ended up dying. Izanagi was like that, and Susanoo was like that too. But thankfully, it's all over now."

"Yes, it's finally over."

As Yuan Zhisheng allowed the medical staff to bandage his wounds, his previously stern expression softened considerably: "From now on, we don't have to worry anymore, and everyone can live the life they want."

Since inheriting the mission of the Snake Clan, he had always been on edge. Now he could finally relax. He leaned against the Red Well in a "T" shape and grinned, "This feels so good. I don't have to carry this mission anymore. It feels like the air is much fresher."

Just then, another helicopter landed, and three people got out. Angers, shirtless, had evenly distributed muscles with clear and distinct lines, like an ancient Greek sculpture. It was hard to imagine that such a fit physique could appear on a man over a hundred years old. The crisscrossing, hideous scars on his body, some deep, some shallow, some old, some new, were undoubtedly the medals of a warrior.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who were following behind Angers, were also seriously injured, which showed that the battle on the artificial island was not easy.

But one thing is missing: Uesugi Koshi.

Genjiro lowered his eyelids, a slight pain shooting through his heart, already guessing Uesugi Kotsu's fate.

Miyamoto Shigeo frowned slightly, a hint of wariness in his eyes, and said softly, "Patriarch, may I ask, have you decided how to explain this to Kassel College?"

Genji looked at the three people who stepped off the helicopter and said calmly, "There's an old saying in the East: 'Things will work themselves out.' The threat of the White King has been eliminated. Those old guys in Europe can't possibly lock up all eight families of the Serpent Clan, can they?"

"In my opinion, the most likely scenario is that Europe will try every means to gain greater benefits."

Miyamoto Shigeo said calmly, "The remains of the White King are a huge treasure. They can't possibly be unmoved."

"Since you're here, we should at least give you a warm welcome."

Genjiro forced himself to stand up, put on a short-sleeved haori, and strode over.

“Principal Angers, it’s been a long time.”

Although Genjiro was badly injured, he stood up straight on behalf of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and extended his right hand in a gesture of politeness: "In the name of the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you and Kassel College for your support during this chaos."

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood for chatting with you right now, Chisei."

Angers' pupils seemed to burn with flames, shimmering with a molten red-gold, and his body was surrounded by a fierce and violent aura, making him look like a wild beast about to go berserk.

As he spoke, he ignored Yuan Zhisheng's outstretched hand and stepped over it.

Genji was stunned for half a second. Logically speaking, as the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, even if he was too young and not valued, he should not be treated like this, right?
Under the influence of Time Zero's Word of Power, Angers vanished instantly from his spot as if he were teleporting, and then reappeared directly in front of Uesugi Erii and Adam.

“Principal Angers, you…”

Miyamoto Shigeo frowned, wanting to shout a few words at him, thinking he was being far too arrogant.

"It's you, right?"

Angers' cold, fierce gaze was fixed on Adam.

"Principal, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Faced with the silver-haired old man's furious gaze, Adam remained calm and composed. He adjusted his glasses and said with a faint smile, "It's all over now, isn't it?"

"Finish?"

Angers suddenly laughed, staring at Adam and saying, "No, of course it's not over yet. As the principal, I haven't celebrated you yet."

Upon hearing this, Adam tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Oh? I wonder what the principal plans to celebrate for me?"

"of course"

The next moment, Angers' actions undoubtedly stirred everyone's nerves.

The centenarian with a full head of silver hair had a surge of fighting spirit that seemed to burn like a raging fire. The tattoos on his back, depicting the ferocity of all realms, seemed to break free as his solid muscles writhed, transforming into a yaksha and a fierce tiger pouncing and biting. Suddenly, a cold glint flashed from his folding knife as he unleashed a terrifying killing move.

Yan Ling Time Zero!

Within the expanding temporal realm centered on Angers, he suddenly swung his folding knife.

The flow of time was slowed down by fifty times. To onlookers, it was only a blink of an eye, and countless dense blades of light poured out, their target clearly aimed at Adam Angelweid!

"Congratulations on your ascension to the throne of the 'White King'!"

(End of this chapter)