Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 92 Hidan: Lord Jashin! So this is Lord Jashin!
"Ugh! Cough...cough..."

Suppressed and painful groans, hoarse and as if their lungs were being torn apart, echoed in the deep, damp passageway.

This is an entrance that no one in the entire Evil God Cult knows about except for Long Zhe himself, who built it.

The air was filled with a stench that seemed to have been soaked in blood for years and could not be completely dried, and a torch was stuck in the air at intervals.

The flames flickered, casting dim, leaping light that seemed ready to be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

Where the light and shadow swept across, disturbing scratch marks and dark red bloodstains could be seen on the ground and walls, clearly indicating that countless people had been dragged here alive by Long Zhe.

But today, it's his turn.

"Live on... cough! I won't die..."

Long Zhe, who was almost unrecognizable as a human, clung tightly to the cold, slippery wall with his only remaining arm.

Dragging myself forward little by little, moving with immense difficulty in the darkness.

Beneath him, dark red drag marks, like those left by reptiles, snaked forward in the dim light of the torch, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Each dragging motion causes fragments of broken bones and internal organs to rub and shift within the chest cavity, resulting in torture severe enough to cause an ordinary person to faint instantly.

Even Long Zhe, who was already used to pain, couldn't help but have his muscles spasm when faced with this intense pain, and dark red blood foam kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth.

The healing power bestowed by the "evil god" is like the most vicious shackles, forcibly holding this broken body together to prevent it from collapsing completely.

A strong will to survive became the sole driving force behind Long Zhe's actions.

"Heh...heh...the evil god...will protect me..."

Long Zhe mumbled hoarsely, as if sandpaper was being rubbed against his throat. His eyes were unfocused due to the intense pain and blood loss, with only a trace of frenzied flame flickering in the depths of his pupils.

Finally, he reached the end of the passageway and used his last bit of strength to push open the heavy hidden door above.

"Ouch... Ugh!"

With a suppressed groan, Long Zhe crawled out of the narrow, slippery passage in a disheveled state, his body collapsing onto the cold ground like a rag doll.

But rather than a sealed room, it's more like a laboratory.

A laboratory filled with the strong smell of medicine and blood.

Blinding shadowless lights shone down from the ceiling, covering every corner with a stark white light.

The operating table, covered in scratches, was stained with dark red patches of varying shades and ages.

Scalpels, bone saws, and strangely shaped puncture needles are arranged in the sterilizer.

The dense, tangled tubing and transparent drainage bottles were coiled around like a spider web.

Various human organs are also soaking and floating in the transparent glass jars.

If Orochimaru were here, he would definitely feel a sense of familiarity.

This is clearly a laboratory used to develop forbidden human techniques.

The most crucial part of the entire laboratory is located at the center where the stark white light converges.

On that cold, heavy operating table, a figure was completely restrained.

Her thin, frail body was bound by restraints, leaving deep marks on her slender wrists and ankles.

Under the direct light of the operating lamp, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and even the capillaries were clearly visible. It was a sickly, waxy white from long-term exposure to a closed environment and blood loss.

Hearing a strange noise coming from the side, he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw that the purple pupils were unusually empty.

"Master?"

He stared intently at Long Zhe, who was writhing on the ground like a maggot, barely breathing. His pupils revealed no emotions that should have been present in someone his age.

"Hidan..."

Long Zhe's pained, blood-stained face suddenly stiffened as he remembered that this "consumable" was still in his laboratory.

Although he was the founder of this evil god cult, he did not trust any of its members. No one knew the despicable nature of those fanatical and ignorant people better than him.

However, upon seeing Hidan's restrained and thin body, this tension vanished in an instant.

He always glorified the so-called "immortality" that his followers sought as a gift from the "evil god".

But in reality, it is the product of a forbidden experiment obtained by chance, and one of the abilities that comes with "Spell: Death Possession Blood".

However, the conditions for completing the forbidden experiment were too harsh, requiring an extremely high level of willpower from the subject, and the pain was unbearable even for him.

The only one in front of him was a young man who, despite being from Yugakure Village, had chosen to actively contact the Jashin Cult because of his desire for battle, and had already gone mad at a young age.

Not only does he have unwavering faith in the evil god he speaks of, but he is also the fastest progressing in forbidden magic experiments, and is very likely to become the first successful case of forbidden magic experiments.

"Ha, you saw it, kid..."

Long Zhe forced himself to stand up and sneered, "Looks like I can't keep you here... What a pity, you were just one step away... Blame your bad luck."

As he spoke, he dragged the scythe he had obtained from the underground palace, making a screeching sound as he walked step by step toward Hidan on the operating table.

He developed many medicines to treat injuries, and with those medicines, he could also repair his body.

Although this experimental subject was very precious, he was not at ease with having someone by his side while he was treating his serious injuries.

However, Hidan looked at Ryutsu, who was panting heavily, and saw no expression on his face—no fear, no pleading, not even confusion…

His eyes were fixed on a purely straightforward observation, as if he were examining a strange, never-before-seen, dying insect.

“Master,” he asked calmly, “what are you afraid of? Didn’t you say you would see the Evil God after you die? Then what are you afraid of?”

"..."

Long Zhe's blood-stained pupils met those eyes and he sensed the emotions within them. The intense pain was almost overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of anger.

The heretical cult is his private domain!

Hidan in front of him was nothing more than an experimental subject in which he held the power of life and death!

He would never allow himself to be looked at like that by the lowest-level "consumables"!

"Hehehe!" Long Zhe laughed in anger. "Very well, I will make you feel pain one last time, and let you get close to the 'Evil God'."

After saying that, he released the scythe in his hand, reached out and grabbed Hidan's slender fingers, and snapped them off with a cracking sound.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt Hidan's restrained wrists tighten.

Then, twist.

A chilling sound of muscles and tendons tearing rang out!
*Pfft!* *Crack crack crack!*

Amid a series of terrifying cracking sounds, his wrist was almost twisted into a pretzel shape, his bones shattered under the force, and he was finally freed from the restraints.

"What?" Long Zhe's sinister smile froze on his face, utterly astonished.

Before the astonished Ryutsu could react, Hidan swung his arm at him.

boom!
Ryutsu, who was already seriously injured, was caught off guard and never expected Hidan to unleash such power. He was hit in the chest by the blow and staggered back several steps.

Bang!

He crashed heavily into the cold surgical instrument rack, the metal instruments clattering to the ground.

Then, under Long Zhe's somewhat dazed gaze, filled with pain and astonishment.

On Hidan's pale, hollow face, the muscles began to twitch strangely.

First, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards very slightly, as if he were trying out a completely unfamiliar facial expression.

Immediately afterwards, like a cracked ice surface, the arc suddenly expanded!
"what……"

A very short, sharp inhalation came from his throat, which then turned into a shrill, high-pitched, maniacal, and terrifying laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

The laughter came without warning, filled with extreme distortion. Bang!
The restraints binding the other hand were actually torn off, revealing rotten flesh and white bone fragments at the wrist, which were extremely glaring.

"Master Cult Leader."

Hidan sat up on the operating table, then grinned at Ryutsu and said, "Now that things have come to this, you actually think that this level of pain will still cause me any suffering?"

As he spoke, he turned over and stepped off the operating table, his bony feet landing on the cold ground.

His gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, slowly moved toward the dark and menacing scythe that Long Zhe had discarded. He bent down in an extremely clumsy manner and grasped the hilt of the giant scythe.

The instant his fingertips touched the hilt of the knife, a memory forcefully entered his mind.

Before Hidan's eyes, it seemed as if an endless, viscous, crimson sea of ​​blood had transformed, a tapestry woven from pure violence, cruelty, and endless screams.

A dark figure, its appearance obscured, sat atop a pale, bone-like seat, seemingly forged from the twisted, wailing, pale souls whose faces were filled with agony.

Those downcast, blurry eyes held no emotion, only a pure indifference and disdain for all life, as if only death could pique His interest.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter once again burst from the depths of Hidan's throat, no longer pure madness but infused with ecstasy, an extreme frenzy like finding a place of faith!

"The Evil God! As expected! He really exists!!"

He finally "understood" it, and he finally "saw" it.

That supreme, terrifying, perfect being, a symbol of death and slaughter.

In Hidan's distorted worldview, that figure matched all his fantasies about gods: extreme power, ruthlessness, and slaughter!
That is the existence he pursues and believes in!

He learned the name of this ninja tool!
"Four-Sickle Boy!"

Hidan's body trembled violently, not from fear, but from the ecstasy and trembling of witnessing a miracle.

"what are you talking about?"

Ryuzhe looked at Hidan with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, completely baffled as to why he was acting this way all of a sudden.

"You are truly foolish. The evil god has not even glanced at you."

Hidan looked up at Ryutsu in front of him, a terrifying smile spreading across his face, and pointed to Ryutsu's chest as tears streamed down his face, saying menacingly, "Look at you."

"How fragile life is!"

"You don't appreciate such a wonderful moment of death, you don't offer yourself to the evil god, but instead care about some bullshit immortality! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Pain? Pain? What the evil god desires is death! Death!"

Looking at the almost frenzied Hidan, Ryutsu felt a chill run down his spine, and fear appeared in his eyes.

What evil god?!

No one knows better than him that the so-called evil god was a fabrication he created for his experiments, to make those ignorant followers collect money and test subjects for him.

What on earth is this evil god that this guy is talking about?!
This guy is a complete madman!
at this time.

Hidan's voice suddenly paused as he gripped the scythe, which seemed enormous and clumsy in contrast to his size, and flashed a neat smile at Ryutsu.

Then, he moved.

Step by step, from walking, gradually to running.

呲! !

The blade sliced ​​across the cold ground, sparks flying and a piercing scraping sound.

A few steps, and you'll be there in an instant.

"Hahahaha! Die!"

Hidan's emaciated body leaped into the air, raising his scythe, which was reflected in Ryutsukushi's pupils, which were dilated from pain and terror.

"No..." Long Zhe could only manage to utter a single desperate and terrified syllable.

puff! !
Hidan used all his strength to slash down with his scythe, the blade piercing deep into Ryutsu's head, and Ryutsu's terrified roar came to an abrupt halt!

But it's not over yet.

Hidan raised the weapon in his hand again, his clumsy movements carrying an almost ritualistic focus.

puff!puff!
One! Two! Three! Four!

Each heavy blow was accompanied by a sickeningly loud screech of flesh and bone cracking, and blood splattered like red raindrops onto Hidan's pale, grinning face!
Finally, Hidan stopped.

"Ha ha……"

He was breathing heavily, his thin chest heaving.

Long Zhe's body, which once symbolized the authority and power of the cult leader, was completely reduced to an unrecognizable mass of minced meat under the frenzied hacking.

Looking at the pile of mangled flesh at his feet, Hidan revealed a satisfied smile.

hum!
An invisible wave swept across the scythe, and in a place Hidan couldn't see, Ryutsu's soul was sucked into the scythe.

A small portion of his soul transformed into spiritual energy, which was fed back to Hidan, allowing him to feel his previously weary mind become clear.

"Ah~"

Hidan revealed an expression of enjoyment and pleasure, and devoutly closed his eyes, tilting his head back to recite: "Lord Jashin, your devout believer offers you a sacrifice, from now on, forever."

After saying that, he slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand, wiped away the warm blood splattered on his lips, and then, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry, stuck out his tongue and gently licked it.

The rich, sweet, and slightly fishy smell filled his mouth, making Hidan's expression excited once again.

"Hmm, the cult leader is dead, what about the other followers?" he murmured, then grinned, "Let's just kill them all and offer them to the evil god."

But before he could do anything else, a chill emanated from the sickle.

"Hmm?" Hidan blinked and pondered, "That's right, Lord Jashin wouldn't like worthless trash."

"So, you want me to continue attracting followers and offering up the deaths of those powerful people?"

"Ugh, this feels so difficult." He scratched his head, looking a bit of a headache. "But since it's the evil god's order, I have no choice but to do it."

Having said that, Hidan dragged the heavy scythe that seemed disproportionate to his size, stepping over the still-flowing, spreading pool of viscous blood beneath Ryutsu, and walked out of the laboratory step by step.

Those bare feet stomped in the blood plasma, making a sickening smacking sound, leaving a trail of clear, scarlet footprints.

Meanwhile, at the Konoha headquarters in the Land of the Moon.

[Ding! Your lie has been judged as [bewitching], [feigning divine intervention], and [tricks]. Hidan experienced a strong emotional fluctuation, reaching the level of [reverence as a god], and gained 3000 Truth Points...]

As Hinata Kumokawa listened to the notification in his mind, he glimpsed everything that was happening through the "Four-Sickle Child" sword, and a deep smile involuntarily flickered in his lowered eyes.

I never expected to receive another unexpected surprise.

When it comes to lies, what can be more seductive than religion?
Indeed, only with this kind of layout can there be a continuous stream of unexpected surprises.

Regardless of whether the so-called "evil god" is real or fake, he will become the real evil god from now on.

It is foreseeable that as long as Hidan exists, there will be a steady stream of points coming in.

One believer may bring a small number of points, but it's a different story if there are hundreds or thousands of believers...

"Yun Chuan".

A voice interrupted Hyuga Kumokawa's thoughts, and he looked up at the serious-looking Jiraiya.

"You said you want to launch an airstrike on the base of the Hidden Cloud Village?" Jiraiya asked in a deep voice.

(Two more chapters to come today)
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　　Dragon Raja and Jackie Chan Adventures

　　
　
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