Konoha: The Foundation's revelation at the outset shocks the world.

The doubt in Tsunade and the others' eyes deepened.

To be honest, Tsunade and the others didn't understand Dr. Montauk's interview transcript from the very beginning.

What was the purpose of his appearance?

Is it to make them understand the Crimson King better? But if that's the case...

Why does the asylum center tell the story of the Crimson Lord?

It was so vague, as if they didn't want them to know what this Crimson King was.

Or perhaps the containment facility simply doesn't know what this Crimson King actually is.

Shaking her head slightly, Tsunade began to ponder what exactly this Crimson King, as described in PoI-3172, was.

According to PoI-3172, this Crimson King is the whisper of the wind, the prophet of the primordial, and the cold hunger of famine.

In other words, this Crimson King is not just a god.

Is he multiple gods, or is he someone who can change his form?

After frowning slightly, Tsunade kept muttering to herself:

"If the Crimson King can change forms, then it can be said that the Crimson King could be all the gods in the world."

After saying this, Tsunade shook her head vigorously.

He thought his idea was too terrifying, after all, the containment facility had previously stated that the Crimson King had a physical form.

However, when he saw the two talking on the screen again, Tsunade's mouth was wide open.

Within the light screen, PoI-3172, with a furrowed brow, asked in confusion:

"You mean—he can shapeshift? From one god to another?"

With a sneer, PoI-3172 tilted his head and looked at Dr. Montauk.

"The Scarlet King is not a god, Doctor. The Scarlet King is an idea."

However, upon hearing PoI-3172's words, Dr. Montauk seemed to have heard something incomprehensible and immediately sat up straight.

"W-what? But he's really...physical! We see..."

I can't tell you any more. Not now.

With a slight shrug, PoI-3172 fell silent.

Chapter 223 Existence in Hatred

Shock, incomprehension, and astonishment were all displayed on the faces of the ninjas.

"The Crimson King is not a god, but an idea?"

Upon hearing these words, Tsunade's eyes were filled with deep disbelief.

Unexpectedly, this Crimson King is not a physical entity?

I never expected that one of my guesses would be correct; I actually guessed it right the first time.

But at this moment, there was not a trace of joy in Tsunade's eyes as she guessed correctly.

Instead, his eyes were filled with fear.

What is an idea? An idea is a person's thought, a generalized image left in the human mind by appearances or objective things.

In other words, in the previous world,

People have seen some things, and then they assume that...

This thing is the Crimson King, which explains why the containment facility didn't know what the Crimson King actually was.

Because the Crimson King was created after human perception was formatted.

Because humans perceive the Crimson King as a whisper in the wind, the Crimson King is indeed a whisper in the wind.

Humans felt that the Crimson King was the cold hunger of famine; he was the cold hunger.

As long as there are people who believe in him, and people who need him.

He will exist forever; he will never disappear.

Thinking of this, Tsunade's breathing became rapid.

His eyes were filled with deep fear.

At this moment, a new piece of information appeared on the light screen.

[And so, as the rule continued, certain things followed, bit by bit, piece by piece.]

At first it was a shadow; something red. But it was incomplete. Not even a fragment.

It was something slowly and quietly approaching, bit by bit.

[It encountered a reflection of our nation, the bleeding rats in the rice paddies, and thus it began to take shape.]

It has no soul.

[At first, there was none. It wasn't enough for genuine things to possess a heart... so the nature of the world began to distort.]

As more and more people visit us, we learn to become more "civilized," and our religion begins to change.

[Anandashesa is not an ancient, capricious serpent god—it is a scientifically abnormally sized moray eel capable of producing amnesia-inducing cognitive impairment effects.]

We now know that we are... beyond classification and explanation, destined to be killed like butterflies pinned to a board.

Fear slowly began to spread among the higher echelons of the ninja world.

Through the analysis of the group, it was discovered that the higher-ups in the ninja world had begun to feel a deep fear of the Crimson King.

He exists within all things in the world.

He is immortal and indestructible; he is someone even the asylum seekers cannot contain.

Now he has even made contact with Ananda and Shesa.

Could it be that Anandasasha is a silhouette of this Crimson King?

After a brief exchange, the ninjas confirmed one thing.

If anyone is found to be a follower of the Crimson King, all forces in the entire ninja world must work together to eliminate them.

His ashes should be scattered! Although there are shelters monitoring him, there are always people and places in this world that shelters cannot monitor.

Especially after the information about the Crimson King being shown in the current asylum,

There must be many madmen in the ninja world who want the Crimson King to descend upon this world!

Just as the ninja world's high-ranking officials finalized the cooperation, the information displayed on the screen continued to play.

But beneath this lies resentment.

[A plea for authenticity, for reality, even as we increasingly conform to their language and their classifications, even in our resistance against them.]

It is buried in our literature, in Tagore and others; it is buried in our adda, in the endless tension of the struggle between the new and the old, between the modern and the pre-modern.

Within these fault lines, amidst cries of rage and resentment, in our hatred of the old and our hatred of the new, a hybrid that obeys only the law of howling is born.

"Hatred, hatred, as long as there is hatred in this world, the Crimson King will never disappear."

Looking up at the content displayed on the screen, something seemed to flow in Sasuke's eyes.

But... is hatred really wrong?

No, hatred is not wrong; hatred is an inevitable product of power struggles and conspiracies!

As long as there is a struggle for power in this world, hatred will never disappear.

If we want hatred to truly disappear, then we must completely rule the world.

Therefore, there must be a powerful force to suppress all opposing forces in the world.

"What if I could obtain the power of the Crimson King?"

...

The information displayed on the screen continued to play at this moment.

Why did he cry out for a forgotten era?

He is the farmer gazing at the red sky, the widow's weeping and beheading, the priest's ripped heart.

It is that which transforms all of modernity into its own destruction, just as modernity has done to everything.

He is resistance, resentment, and hatred for everything that was once, and for everything that is now.

We were once a mixture of good and evil, and both.

The world has its beauty and joy, its struggles and headaches, and its realities. But now we have almost lost everything—except our rage.

Fury is all we have left.

And so the king came. The destroyed, the forgotten, and the oppressed howled.

His sole purpose is to destroy, rape, mutilate, enslave, and scorn—a scornful laugh that makes enemies weep before him, the laugh of a king.

He cannot exist in a place without modernity, because his entire purpose is derived from modernity.