Simultaneous Time Travel: What Villain? I'm the Protagonist!

Orochimaru stood before the tombstone, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, a maniacal smile playing on his lips. Beneath his feet lay a vast expanse of intricately drawn runes, with a specially crafted container at its center containing cellular tissue stolen from the tomb.

"Impure World Reincarnation!"

With a low shout from Orochimaru, the rune array erupted with an eerie purplish-black light. Countless pieces of paper surged from the ground, enveloping the container and beginning to reshape itself.

A figure slowly took shape amidst the fluttering paper scraps. His eyes had no pupils, only endless emptiness, and his face was covered with cracks, like broken and then pieced back together ceramic.

"The First Hokage—Hashirama Senju!"

On the battlefield at the border of the Bear Country, the air seemed to freeze.

Sheng Ren hovered high in the sky, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through layers of air barriers to lock onto the powerful chakra rapidly approaching from the north.

"Come on," he murmured to himself, a hint of excitement playing on his lips. "Come on, all of you."

On the other side of the battlefield, the unrest within the Allied forces grew increasingly intense.

Onoki was overcome with tears, his lips trembling slightly. He never imagined he would live to see his mentor, the Second Tsuchikage Mu, again.

Meanwhile, in the Cloud Village camp, the Fourth Raikage, A, stared wide-eyed, his body crackling with uncontrollable lightning. He saw his father, the Third Raikage, the legendary figure who had single-handedly fought against tens of thousands of ninjas, battling for three days and three nights before finally succumbing to exhaustion.

The Sand Village camp was also in turmoil. Behind Rasa, Granny Chiyo and Ebizo, the siblings, exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and complexity in each other's eyes. They sensed a familiar chakra—the chakra of the Second Kazekage, Shamon.

"Orochimaru..." Hiruzen Sarutobi gritted his teeth and spat out the name, his eyes filled with pain and anger. As his former disciple, he knew all too well the depth of Orochimaru's research into forbidden techniques. Only that disciple, obsessed with immortality and power, would dare to use such a blasphemous forbidden technique as the Impure World Reincarnation.

At this moment, on the northern horizon, several figures were approaching the battlefield at an astonishing speed.

Leading the group was a figure wrapped in bandages—the Second Tsuchikage, Mu. His eyes were hollow, and the cracks on his face were clearly visible, but his body emanated a suffocating aura of Dust Release chakra.

"Onoki," Mu's lips moved mechanically, uttering a hoarse voice, "it seems my good-for-nothing disciple has become an old man now."

Beside him, the Third Raikage was enveloped in lightning, his Hell Spike, known as the "strongest spear," gleaming with a dangerous light. His gaze swept across the battlefield, landing on the Fourth Raikage, A, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth: "A, you've become Raikage too?"

The Second Kazekage, Shamon, calmly observed the battle. He raised his hands slightly, and the gold dust on the ground began to tremble slightly, beyond Rasa's control: "There are quite a few ninjas in this era, but it seems there's only one opponent?"

Behind the several Kage-level powerhouses were several other powerful individuals who had also been resurrected using the Impure World Reincarnation technique—Gengetsu Hozuki of Kirigakure, the Kinkaku and Ginkaku brothers of Kumogakure, Dan Kato of Konoha… Each of them had left a illustrious name in the history of the ninja world.

"Something's not right," Wu suddenly stopped, his empty eyes staring at Sheng Ren high in the sky. "I've never felt such a surging power fluctuation in that young man's chakra. Even Uchiha Madara back then couldn't have felt this much."

The Third Raikage frowned as well: "He's fighting the entire Allied Forces alone? And judging from the battlefield, the Allied Forces are clearly at a disadvantage."

Shamon manipulated a wisp of gold dust to rise into the air, sensing the residual energy fluctuations in the air: "The combined ninjutsu of the five elements has been frozen, the traces of Dust Release have been erased, and an even more powerful aura has just dissipated. This opponent is not simple."

Several Kage-level powerhouses exchanged glances. Although they had been forcibly recalled from the world of the dead, their combat wisdom from their lifetimes remained undiminished. The current situation was clearly beyond their comprehension.

"First, reunite with the shadows in the present world," Wu made a judgment. "We need to know exactly what happened."

Just as the resurrected powerful warriors were rapidly approaching the main battlefield, Orochimaru's ritual entered its most crucial stage in front of the distant Konoha graveyard.

"The First Hokage, Hashirama Senju!"

"The Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju!"

Two bodies took shape amidst the fluttering pieces of paper. Hashirama wore red armor, his long black hair reaching his waist, his face serene as if asleep; Tobirama, on the other hand, had short silver hair, a cold expression, and even in his unconscious state, he exuded an unassailable majesty.

Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with fanatical excitement as he walked to the two bodies and slowly placed the specially made talismans into their brains.

"There's no rush to wake him up," Orochimaru licked his lips. "We need to wait for a more perfect opportunity."

Before he finished speaking, the space behind him suddenly twisted and spun, forming a strange vortex.

Orochimaru whirled around, his Kusanagi sword instantly drawn, his golden snake eyes narrowing to slits: "Who?"

"Relax, Orochimaru," a deep voice came from the vortex, and Obito, wearing an orange vortex mask, slowly stepped out, his Sharingan in his right eye slowly rotating, "I'm here to give you a gift."

"I didn't expect it to be you, Uchiha Madara," Orochimaru said, looking at Obito with amusement.

Obito ignored Orochimaru's taunts, glanced at Hashirama Senju, and then silently shook his head: "Not enough. Even the First Hokage couldn't change the inevitable defeat against Sheng Ren, because he was already infinitely close to the Bloodline Limit."

"Bloodline Limit?" Orochimaru's eyes flashed with surprise as he murmured the unfamiliar term. "What is that? Could it be something beyond Bloodline Limit Elimination?"

Orochimaru's surprise is understandable. Before Black Zetsu formally proposed this concept, there was no record of any history about bloodline limits in the ninja world, and even if there were, they were altered by Black Zetsu.

"The fusion of the seven chakra nature transformations is called Bloodline Limit," Obito continued, ignoring Orochimaru's shock. "If I had to describe this power in one word, it would be 'god.' In other words, Shengren is already infinitely close to 'god.'"

Orochimaru's golden snake eyes suddenly contracted, and his breathing became rapid.

"God? Seven nature transformations fused together... How is this possible?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing through the forbidden techniques and secrets he had studied throughout his life. "Even Hashirama Senju only had a Wood Release bloodline limit..."

"So he's not enough on his own," Obito's voice interrupted his thoughts. He slowly took out a specially made container from the Kamui dimension, inside which floated a mutilated but highly recognizable body.

"Uchiha Madara!" Orochimaru's breathing quickened instantly.