Konoha's Mission Master

Both of these energies require extremely strong souls to work together, and Yakumo's current soul strength is insufficient to bear the burden of both states.

However, Uchiha Runyu admitted that only by borrowing the ever-renewing energy of heaven and earth could he transform the Star-Slaying state into a normal, usable power.

Otherwise, it cannot last.

According to the Eight Cloud Computing, he can only maintain the Star-Slaying state for one minute at present.

From that day on, Uchiha Juntama began to help Yakumo hone the strength of his soul, using constant battles and recovery to elevate Yakumo's soul to a higher level.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.

Yakumo and Uchiha Juntama sparred for twenty years. After all, the weariness of the soul can be restored through the power of hope. But Yakumo tragically discovered that the one he was sparring with was just a clone of Uchiha Juntama.

After twenty years of effort, the two modes can now coexist, meaning Yakumo can maintain the Zanseiki mode for up to twenty-four hours.

in addition...

Intelligence: 99.9 (learning ability, mental resilience)

Yakumo's soul strength had reached its limit, but Uchiha Juntaku said that only the Eternal Scroll could break through this bottleneck, and that it was impossible to cross the hundred-point mark through combat and sparring.

This was something that Yakumo found hard to understand. After all, the entire system was created by Uchiha Juntama, so logically... whatever the system could give, he should be able to give as well.

In fact, Uchiha Runyu also had his limits.

"Because the Hundred Soul Points represent a transformation in your level, although I can help you overcome this qualitative change, doing so would... distort the essence of your soul. Only the Eternal Scroll is the safest thing."

When asked about Yakumo's situation, Uchiha Juntama chose to answer. Before Yakumo could ask any questions, he simply waved his hand and sent Yakumo out of the courtyard.

The soul reappeared in the void of the universe.

Yakumo began to return along the route, everything along the way was destroyed by the blood-red planet. Uchiha Juntama's final answer made Yakumo realize that even the strongest people in the universe could not achieve true omnipotence.

Ultimately, they have limits; there are things they cannot control.

As Yakumo's soul returned to his body, he instantly realized that the world was vastly different in his eyes. For example, his all-knowing eye seemed to have been upgraded, but it also seemed to be stuck at some kind of bottleneck.

His soul yearned for transformation, a complete transformation from the inside out.

Each time he moved, he could feel the longing in his soul, but he still chose to go home first, to that world... where his soul stayed for thirty-five years.

When he appeared in Konoha, what he felt most was unfamiliarity, a sense of alienation from the world, as if the two had been completely severed.

His memories of the time before he set off for that world were even hazy; he only remembered that Konoha ended the independence of the four major countries and achieved world unification through a great war.

All he remembered was that Sunagakure had merged with Konoha.

Yakumo quickly closed his eyes and used the power of his Soul Eye to examine his memories. In the blink of an eye, all thirty-five years of battles were absorbed, and he finally recalled the things stored deep in his memory.

The sense of disconnect still lingered. Even though he had regained his memories, in a sense he had lived an incredibly dull and monotonous thirty-five years, and it would take time for him to process this feeling.

"The next date for the ultimate trial has been postponed to two months later."

Yakumo said he needed to rest.

[Note: The postponement has been completed.]

[Note: Congratulations to the player for gaining one hundred years of free life.]

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Chapter 457 Intelligence Exceeds 100, Time Stands Still

At the top of the tower, Yakumo took a deep breath.

He gazed at the white clouds filling the sky and gradually rediscovered his former self. He suddenly remembered that this kind of thing had happened many times before, but back then the game system had blocked the extra memories.

This was to prevent him from feeling disconnected from his original world due to his long absence, but the game system did not intervene this time.

"Can you help me block out useless memories?"

Yakumo asked the game system in his mind. As he traveled to that huge green planet, the game system's presence seemed to become weaker and weaker, and it could do less and less.

[Note: This system cannot assist you.]

"reason."

[Note: The player's memories contain those of a ninth-tier powerhouse. I cannot interfere with ninth-tier powerhouses in any way, even though they belong to your memories.]

"How could you block the memories of the Void Realm Ruler?"

[Note: This is because you did not observe the actual object.]

"......"

"What use are you?"

[Tip: It is recommended to raise your Soul Points to over 100 to strengthen your resistance to this type of event, and even achieve immunity.]

'Two eternal scrolls.'

This is Yakumo's current inventory. After a moment's thought, he stepped directly into the secret base, intending to directly enhance his soul attributes.

Before that, he had added a hundred years of lifespan to Aoyama Reiko.

"Add points to the Intelligence attribute," Yakumo said softly.

The dense vines around him formed a wooden cocoon that completely enveloped Yakumo's body, leaving no gaps, while his shadow clones stood not far away, keeping watch for any enemies that might suddenly appear.

When everything was ready, Yakumo slowly closed his eyes.

[Note: This breakthrough will consume an Eternal Scroll.]

"Permission granted for the breakthrough."

Swish.

Yakumo's soul left his body, and he saw a pure white ocean. He transformed into a butterfly, but he could not see the color on his own body and could only flap his wings with all his might.

Starting from one end of the ocean, we strive towards the other.

He flew as far as he could, getting as far away from the ocean as possible. His vision gradually cleared, and he saw silver fish floating on the surface of the sea. Some of them were long and spindle-shaped, some were plump and cute, and some were strangely shaped.

They drifted on the sea, curiously observing the butterflies in the sky, their eyes filled with longing. After all, they were once free butterflies themselves, but they could not resist the temptation.

That's how they fell into depravity and transformed into all sorts of strange and wonderful fish.

Yakumo watched the fish, trying to get as far away from the sea as possible, and flapped their wings to fly high into the sky.

He has wings, so he should yearn for the sky. He stays away from the sea because... if he gets soaked in sweat, he will lose the right to flap his wings.

Is this a dream?

Yakumo was somewhat puzzled.

Gradually, he saw the sea clearly. Although it was pure white, the surface of the seawater reflected light and occasionally lifted up a dreamlike, colorful veil.

The scene was beautiful, making Yakumo unconsciously think of Masako Mori, and making him unconsciously want to lower his altitude and blend into that beautiful veil, as if his beloved was hidden there.

But his soul and subconscious told him otherwise.

We cannot lower the altitude, and we cannot be deceived!

Don't give in, or you'll never be able to go back!

"Go back? Go back to where?"

A strong sense of bewilderment arose in Yakumo's mind. He seemed to have forgotten something very important, but so what? He was born a butterfly, possessing wings, and he would surely reach the end of the sea.

He no longer lingered over the beauty of the sunset and took flight.

They didn't know how long they flew, or how much time had passed. The bright sunshine on the sea gradually turned into darkness, and at the end of their sight, four huge black tornadoes tried to block Yakumo's path.

There's no road ahead, should we go back?

A voice like a demon whispered in Yakumo's ear, as if someone was tempting him to stop or turn back and fly away.

Yakumo lowered his head and looked at the sea.

The pure white sea had been stained gray at some point, and the silver fish had become extremely ugly. Their eyes had changed from envy to sinister malice.

"Come down and sink with us."

The fish leaped out of the sea and shrieked at Yakumo, as if no longer concealing their malice.

Four enormous black tornadoes continuously expanded in size in front of Yakumo, blocking all vision and leaving no room to move forward, as if there was a dead end ahead.

"Get down, get down!"

The fish began to lure Yakumo down, their eyes fixed on what looked like a delicious meal.

No, I won't stop.

"I was born with wings, and I will soar for a long time."

The butterfly that Yakumo had transformed into no longer hesitated. Instead, it vigorously flapped its wings and began to accelerate, rushing towards the four tornadoes. The fish in the sea became larger and uglier, but they no longer spoke.

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate countless times.

The black tornado was nothing to fear for it, and death could not stop it from flapping its wings; it longed for the end of the sea.

As they drew closer, the black tornado grew increasingly terrifying. The invisible wind pressure made it difficult for Yakumo to maintain his balance, and his fragile wings began to teeter on the brink of collapse.

"Come down, it's safer closer to the sea."

In the void, someone whispered.

Yakumo looked down and noticed that the tornado over the sea was indeed less intense than at high altitudes. Perhaps by lowering his altitude, he could pass through safely.

"But I was born with wings, and I should be able to flap them in the storm!"

Faced with the raging winds, Yakumo actually increased his altitude, becoming much farther from the sea surface, and he also benefited from the black tornado's influence.

As far as the eye could see, the world was shrouded in darkness.

Yakumo strained to raise his head, staring at the storm not far away, spreading his own soul energy. Finally... he saw it, he saw the gap between the four black tornadoes, he saw the only chance of life.

Being close to the sea surface is the only dead end; true hope lies in the high altitude.

He accelerated his wingbeats, skillfully adjusting his direction as he weaved through the gaps in the black tornado, aiming for the only chance of survival and breaking through.

But... that was a much darker sea.

The seawater below resembled a thick, dark brown sewage. The fish devoured each other, eventually forming hideous monsters with many heads and eyes.