bdsm-fiction Chapter 148 The Mad Orochimaru, the Released Demon!
Chapter 148 The Mad Orochimaru, the Released Demon!
Chapter 148 The Mad Orochimaru, the Released Demon!
Outside the window, the Hidden Mist Village was shrouded in a grayish-white mist. The streets and alleys were deserted, with few pedestrians. In the distance, the figures of the Anbu could be vaguely seen on the watchtowers.
Since the bloodline cleansing began, this village has been shrouded in oppression and fear.
Now, all of this will become his tools.
He lowered the curtains, walked back behind his desk, and sat down in the chair that belonged to Shuiying.
Yagura had already stood up and given up his seat, standing guard to the side.
Obito leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table, and closed his eyes to rest.
"Taketori Izumi River—" Obito murmured the name, his tone carrying a complex emotion.
Although this battle failed to recruit the opponent, it at least provided some insight into their strength.
His left eye could only remain with the other party for the time being; he had a more important plan than getting his left eye back.
Although he was furious at the other party's act of tearing apart the Divine Might Space, he was also glad that the other party made such a choice.
Otherwise, the free entry and exit of his divine space would affect his actions.
A water kingdom shrouded in thick fog, on a remote, unnamed island.
The island is far from shipping lanes and is not marked on maps; even fishermen's boats rarely approach it.
The island is covered with lush vegetation and towering reefs, and is shrouded in sea fog all year round, making it an excellent secluded place.
Orochimaru stood on a protruding rock, his snake-like eyes scanning the surroundings, a satisfied smile slowly curving his lips.
"Right here." His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an undeniable certainty.
Dou stepped out from behind, pushed up his glasses, and calmly scanned the surroundings.
"The island is indeed in a very secluded location, and it's half a day's boat ride from the nearest village. Patrols from Kirigakure don't pass through here."
"Let's begin then." Orochimaru jumped off the rock and headed deeper into the island. "First, let's find a suitable place to set up the laboratory. We'll talk about the rest later."
Kabuto didn't say much, but silently followed behind Orochimaru.
He carried several sealed scrolls on his shoulder, containing various materials and tools collected from previous "missions".
On his way deeper into the island, Orochimaru would stop from time to time to dig up some rock and soil samples with kunai, taste them on his tongue, and judge the geological conditions and humidity.
Kabuto uses instruments he carries with him to detect the concentration of chakra and the distribution of microorganisms in the air.
The two soon discovered a natural underground cave in the center of the island.
The cave entrance was hidden by vines and pebbles, but the interior space was surprisingly spacious enough to accommodate a small laboratory.
The cave walls are made of hard basalt, which is not easy to collapse, and there is also an underground river that provides a stable source of fresh water.
Further modifications and expansions here would be very easy, requiring little effort from the ninjas.
"Not bad." Orochimaru stood in the center of the cave, his snake eyes gleaming with a cold light in the darkness. "The ventilation is a little poor, but there's an underground river to regulate the humidity. Kabuto, tidy it up."
"Yes." Kabuto placed the sealing scroll on the ground, formed hand seals, and released the seal.
As the smoke rose, various experimental equipment, culture jars, operating tables, and sealing scrolls appeared one after another in the cave.
Dou placed them in the appropriate positions methodically and precisely, without any hesitation due to the simple environment.
Orochimaru stood at the deepest part of the cave and took out a sealing scroll from his sleeve.
It slowly unfolds, revealing a densely packed record of various data he had collected from the Land of Water during this period.
These include tissue samples from bloodline ninjas, research data on cursed seals, and chakra armor technology obtained through the Izumi River trade.
His gaze slowly swept over the words, his snake-like eyes gleaming with excitement.
"These materials are enough for me to study for a long time." Orochimaru put away the scroll, turned to look at Kabuto, and said, "Next, we need more experimental materials."
Kabuto looked up, his gaze behind his glasses as calm as ever. "What Lord Orochimaru means is—"
"There are no residents on this island, but there are in the nearby villages." Orochimaru's lips curled into a sinister smile. "The Hidden Mist Village is too busy to notice a few missing ordinary people."
"Kabuto, go and screen them out, bring back a few suitable ones, preferably young and healthy, and preferably with strong chakra sensing abilities."
"Understood." Dou didn't ask any more questions, just nodded in agreement. After tidying up the experimental equipment, he left the cave and disappeared into the mist.
Orochimaru stood alone in the cave, raised his right hand, and licked his lips with his long tongue.
"Being constrained in Konoha and constantly having to wait—only in a place like this can one act without any restrictions."
He walked to the workbench, took out a culture jar, and found a dark red tissue sample soaking inside.
That was the piece he had cut off from the Eight-Tails fragment on the battlefield today. Although it was far less complete than the piece in Izumi's hand, it was enough to serve as a starting point for research.
"Tailed Beast cells — Hashirama cells — Sharingan —" Orochimaru muttered to himself, placing the culture jar under the microscope. "If these powers could be fused together, what would be born?"
He was immersed in his own world, as if the darkness and dampness around him had nothing to do with him.
Several days later, they brought back several residents who had been abducted from nearby villages.
Some of them were young and strong fishermen, some were elderly people living alone, and some were orphans from poor families who were neglected by everyone.
Dou's technique was clean and efficient, leaving no trace.
Several iron cages have appeared in the laboratory. The people inside are huddled in a corner, their eyes filled with fear, but they dare not make a sound.
They had witnessed how the silver-haired young man could make his companion faint with just a glance.
Orochimaru stood before the cage, his snake-like eyes sweeping over the trembling figures, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"Do not be afraid, it is your honor to dedicate yourselves to great science."
On the first day, he extracted their blood and bone marrow, recording the flow of chakra.
The next day, he injected a small amount of Chongwu cells to observe the body's rejection reaction.
On the third day, one of the test subjects began to go berserk, black lines appeared under his skin, and the power of the cursed seal spread within his body. Then, his body could not withstand it and exploded into a mass of flesh and blood.
Kabuto stood to the side, recording data with a blank expression, and used surgical forceps to pick up the fragmented tissue sample and put it into the culture jar.
"This failure rate is still too high." Orochimaru frowned and wrote a few lines in his experiment log.
"Although Jugo's cells can grant the power of the cursed seal, an ordinary person's body can hardly withstand it."
"We need a more robust container, or — a gentler implantation method."
He looked up, and the image of Izumi Taketori, clad in skeletal armor, flashed through his mind—the one with the Corpse Bone Pulse.
A man with Byakugan, Sharingan, and Hashirama cells.
"Izumikawa-kun—how many secrets are hidden within your body?" Orochimaru whispered, a hint of longing flashing in his snake-like eyes.
The screams from that island continued for many days, but they never reached the fog-shrouded sea.
Since ordinary people's bodies are too weak to withstand the power of Jugo's cells, wouldn't it be possible to withstand it by modifying and strengthening them to make them strong enough?
Orochimaru stood in front of the iron cage, his snake eyes reflecting the figures huddled in the corner, and a playful smile slowly crept onto his lips.
Instead of going to great lengths to weaken Jugo's power, we should instead make these containers stronger.
He raised his right hand, his pale fingertips gleaming coldly in the dim light, as if he were already touching those works that were yet to be completed.
"Kabuto, record this." Orochimaru's voice was hoarse and deep, with a hint of barely suppressed excitement. "The direction of the next experiment will be adjusted—no longer simply attempting to implant cursed seals, but instead performing preliminary modifications on the human body."
"Strengthen muscle density, bone rigidity, and nerve conduction speed—first turn them into suitable vessels," before accepting Jugo's power.
Dou pushed up his glasses and his pen flew across the lab log, each word neat and precise.
"Does Lord Orochimaru mean to view the human body as a rough stone waiting to be sculpted?" Kabuto asked, "To first shape it and then infuse it with power?"
"That's right." Orochimaru turned around, walked to the control panel, and took out a dark red cell sample from the culture tank. "An ordinary person's body is like a dried-up riverbed; water seeps into the ground as it flows through, and cannot accumulate."
"And the strengthened body is like a reinforced dam, capable of withstanding the impact of floods."
He placed the cell sample under the microscope, adjusted the focus, and continued, "Let's start with the muscle fibers."
"Injecting a tiny amount of intercolumnar cell culture medium to stimulate the body's activity—but the dosage must be extremely precise; too much will cause it to go out of control, and too little will have no effect."
"How long will it take?" Dou asked.
"It depends on luck." Orochimaru's lips curled into a sinister smile. "If you're lucky, you'll see results in a few weeks. If you're unlucky—"
His gaze swept over a pool of undried blood on the ground. "It's just a few more failed attempts."
Inside the iron cage, a young fisherman trembled violently upon hearing these words.
His lips moved, but no sound came out, because the person who screamed yesterday was now in a culture tank.
Orochimaru walked to the cage, squatted down, and looked the fisherman in the eye.
His snake-like eyes reflected the other person's terrified face, and his tone suddenly became unusually gentle, so gentle that it sent chills down one's spine.
"What's your name?"
"Masao—Masao—" The fisherman's teeth were chattering.
"Masao, you're very lucky." Orochimaru reached out and gently patted Masao's head through the gap in the iron bars. "You will be the first person to undergo enhancement and modification."
"If you succeed, you will gain superhuman strength and no longer be a humble ordinary person who can only make a living by fishing."
His voice was like the whisper of a demon, carrying a kind of bewitching magic.
"What if—what if we fail?" Masao asked, trembling.
Orochimaru withdrew his hand, stood up, and looked down at him with the smile on his lips unchanged.
"Then nothing will be left."
He turned away, no longer looking at the pale-faced young man.
"Kou, prepare the operating table."
"Yes."
In the laboratory, the operating lights were turned on, their stark white light illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime.
Orochimaru changed into a white surgical gown, his long, slender fingers tightly encased in gloves. Kabuto silently prepared knives, medicine, and sealing scrolls beside him.
Masao was dragged out of the cage, his body limp and he had almost no strength to struggle.
Several villagers, who were also imprisoned in cages, silently turned their heads away, unable to bear watching him being put on the operating table.
"Anesthesia isn't necessary." Orochimaru picked up a scalpel, its blade gleaming coldly under the light. "Letting him experience the process consciously will be more helpful for recording the experimental data."
Masao's mouth was forced open and a piece of cork was stuffed in. His eyes widened, and tears streamed down his temples, soaking the cold metal of the operating table.
Orochimaru's scalpel precisely sliced open his chest.
The screams echoed through the cave, but were blocked out by the thick rock walls.
The fog still shrouded the nameless island, and the waves still crashed against the rocks, as if nothing had ever happened.
Only those figures cowering in their cages know that in this forgotten corner of the world, a mad soul is weaving its own ambition with its own flesh and blood.
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