A convenience store opened in Naruto

Deep in Marijoa, there is also a dungeon, which holds not only prisoners who refuse to obey the Celestial Dragons’ discipline, but also servants who were captured by them as slaves.

Those prisoners used to be the objects of amusement of the celestial dragons. After all, living in Marijoa, even if one has the most noble status and huge wealth in the world, he can get whatever he wants.

However, it is difficult to go out after all, or rather, they know how they are perceived by outsiders and dare not go out.

The alternative cage gave rise to their deformed psychology, and the means of torturing people became a source of competition among them.

Whoever can make the prisoner suffer more will be the winner, and the winner can choose a servant that suits his eye from the loser's servant.

Not only that, the prisoners also became bargaining chips. In the life-and-death competition between the prisoners, the winner might only get a full meal, nothing else.

Don't expect the Celestial Dragons to heal their injuries. Perhaps they are still betting enthusiastically on when they will bleed to death.

If you survive by chance, there is another game waiting for you.

An endless cycle. In short, no contestant can be alive in the end.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to compete. Hunger will make you make your own choice.

Servants were not much better off. They were also commodities that could be abandoned at will. They served their masters everywhere during the day. If they were lucky, they could come back and rest at night, but if they were unlucky, they would work until they died.

They have no right to live on the ground. Being able to come back and rest is already a sign of favor. Those who are even more favored can live in the rooms of the Celestial Dragons?

No, no, no, the open air entrance is where you should be.

You can only curl up like a dog and sleep at the door.

But don't sleep too deeply. When your owner calls you, you must respond in time.

Those who did not respond became fertilizer in the garden.

The flowers that grow from corpses are the most colorful and beautiful!

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, it is a great honor to allow these lowly servants to stay above ground and on the steps at the door.

Little do they know that the servants who can return to the prison to sleep are the envy of those people, because they don’t have to worry about freezing to death while sleeping and never waking up again.

Who wants to die if he can live?

The cage's soundproofing was pretty good, but the loud noises from the outside world still inevitably came in.

With a bang, the dungeon door was kicked open.

The huge gate made of seastone collapsed with a loud bang.

Number One, who thought the dungeon environment would be very harsh, stopped and was about to slap the dust.

"Dear family members, this is the dungeon of the Celestial Dragons. Many people think that this is the number one prison in the world, but I would say this is it!"

The Celestial Dragons outside had been divided up, and no matter where he went, he could see the Akatsuki organization, so he couldn't grab any credit.

He was frightened by the Akatsuki organization's eagerness and cruel methods.

Number One, who was planning to find another way, finally captured a Celestial Dragon. He had just asked for the location of the dungeon and had not yet started the torture when he saw a tentacle piercing the Celestial Dragon's chest.

A beating heart appeared before his eyes, and he could even smell the heat from it.

She jumped up and down to express her protest, but Angle didn't even look at him and just turned and left.

“I want a small screen, too!”

He launched another protest, but the protest failed and he couldn't even see the big screen in the sky.

With a depressed mood, No. 1 came to the door of the dungeon, sorted out his expression, and then kicked the door open.

Apart from the pitch-black environment, No. 1 did not smell any bad odors. The ground was also clean and new, and if the lights were on, one could even see people's shadows.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Number One put his hand to his mouth, making a trumpet shape, "If there is anyone, please turn on the light!"

The air was silent, with only faint breathing and rapid heartbeats.

There is a long corridor with a small room on both sides. It can barely fit a single school bed, but it is where the servants live.

They curled up their bodies, hugged their thighs and didn't even dare to breathe deeply.

Long-term detention has made them lose the spirit of resistance.

The moment the screen appeared in the sky, they were driven back.

As a servant, how can I watch the same program as my master?

Besides, these programs are still not good for their masters.

They didn't know what was happening in the outside world. They could only hear constant screams, which made them even more scared.

In the darkness, their nervous expressions and numbness in their frightened eyes made No. 1 frown.

He can see it clearly, but he doesn't know if the audience can see it clearly.

"God damn it, that was a classmate of my neighbor's aunt's nephew's classmate. We thought he was dead, but we didn't expect he was locked up here."

"Uh, aren't you your aunt's nephew?"

"Another nephew!"

"Oh my god, Grandpa, I found my dad!"

"Woo, mother, I saw my brother!"

……

The giant screen in the sky also began to display scrolling comments. When the door to the dungeon was opened, countless people came to recognize their relatives.

It was as if a huge rock in their hearts was removed, and they vented out the words they had not dared to say before through barrage.

As long as you think in your mind, I want to send a barrage, and add what you want to say, what you think will appear on the screen.

"Why are we doing this?" Black Zetsu on the beach was a little confused.

I don’t know how many people were posting barrages. The screen was filled with them, which seriously affected his viewing experience.

"Experiment in advance!"

Ye Feng, who was planning to have a screen appear at the martial arts competition, experimented with his idea in advance and the effect was quite good, giving him the feeling of watching a movie.

"You have called all the people from Akatsuki here, aren't you afraid of any trouble?" As a veteran of Akatsuki, Black Zetsu knows the personalities of the members of Akatsuki.

He was the one who instigated her to do whatever it takes to achieve her goal, but if she didn't have any ideas in mind, how could she have listened to his instigation?

Even Itachi and Black Zetsu thought he was a murderer. What good person would slaughter his own family?

Black Zetsu thought that saying that he was slow to think was a compliment to him.

Black Zetsu saw it clearly. After Itachi's parents were resurrected, the shame in his heart was not as great as his love for Sasuke.

Even though Sasuke has embarked on a new path, Itachi is still worried and often nags in Sasuke's ear.

"Have you seen that guy Itachi? He always says bad things about you in front of Sasuke!" Black Zetsu habitually reported on you.

After hiding for more than a thousand years, sowing discord everywhere and telling tales have become his inherent instincts.

But in the few years he stayed in the ninja world, no one would listen to him, and instead he would reveal...

Yes, that’s the look!

Ye Feng glanced at Black Zetsu and said nonchalantly, "Itachi's 'brother control' disease is deep-rooted and cannot be cured in this lifetime. Anyone who gets close to Itachi will arouse his vigilance. Do you believe that he has several plans in his mind to deal with Sakura?"

"Uh, not really?" Black Zetsu said in astonishment, "Sakura is Sasuke's wife. Although they haven't married yet, the relationship has been confirmed. Both parents agree to the marriage. Sasuke, the second-ranked ninja in the world, has a child that big now. Why is he on guard against Sakura?"

Ye Feng laughed evilly and said, "This is brother control!"

If brother control is reasonable, it is not brother control.

Kaguya, who was lying on the other side, couldn't help but feel anxious about Black Zetsu's IQ, and said, "Don't tease him, he will take it seriously!"

Black Zetsu was stunned and blurted out: "Are you lying to me?"

There was no more fun, so Ye Feng said in a dull tone, "Aren't you lying to me too?"

How could Itachi say bad things about Sasuke in front of him? He was too busy thanking Ye Feng. It was Ye Feng who pulled Sasuke out of the quagmire of hatred, it was Ye Feng who changed his fate, and it was Ye Feng who gave him the chance to make up for it.

It can be said that apart from the employees, Itachi is the person who is most grateful to Ye Feng.

Most of the people in the Akatsuki organization are also grateful to Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng did not directly help Hoshigaki Kisame, he indirectly brought an opportunity for change to the Water Kingdom, which was considered a push for the Water Kingdom that was rebuilding its homeland. Hoshigaki Kisame also owed Ye Feng a favor.

Deidara and Sasori also learned the new system from Ye Feng.

The two of them may be the purest, one pursuing the art of the moment, and the other pursuing the eternal beauty of art. Ye Feng gave them the opportunity to learn.

Trouble? What kind of trouble could there be?

This world is already terminally ill. Directly destroying the Celestial Dragons may not be the best way, but it is definitely the fastest way.

The people oppressed by them have long wanted to rebel. If they had the strength, they would have attacked Marijoa long ago.

The cruel methods used by the Akatsuki organization may not be cruel enough in the eyes of some people.

Hei Zetsu was speechless. It was his instinct to lie when faced with strangers.

He had often heard of Ye Feng's name, but this was the first time they met.

After the initial tension, he relaxed and subconsciously started telling lies.

'It has to be changed!'

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let another Black Zetsu be favored. He wanted to make his mother the most favored one!

……

"Deng Deng..."

The servants knew best the sound of heads hitting the stairs. They had seen countless times the heads of people around them being stepped on by the Celestial Dragons and used as skateboards to slide down the stairs.

The skin on his face was rubbed blurred, and blood and broken flesh left long trails on the steps.

Every time they cleaned up, they felt like the rabbit had died and the fox had mourned.

"Good, they can still be saved!" Number One breathed a sigh of relief.

What he feared most was that these servants had completely lost their will to resist. In this case, even if they were released, they would not be able to adapt to the outside environment.

They might even become anxious and worried because there is no one to manage them. In serious cases, they might even commit suicide.

Human psychology is always unpredictable, and Stockholm syndrome often occurs among people who have been detained for a long time.

Number One is not afraid that they will have fluctuations in their hearts, but that they will not have fluctuations.

No. 1 found a Celestial Dragon's corpse outside and walked down the corridor, dragging his ankle.

The lights lit up automatically, as if sensing the arrival of the Celestial Dragons.

The difference is that in the past, the Celestial Dragons came in standing, but now they are dragged in.

In the quiet corridor, the only sounds were Number One's footsteps and the sound of corpses rubbing against the smooth ground.

A long blood trail was left on the clean ground.

The celestial dragon's head was tilted to one side, his eyes bulged outward, but they were cloudy.

'He's dead?'

'Haha, he's dead!'

In the narrow room, low crying sounds began to be heard, and the person crying covered his mouth, trying hard not to make any sound.

He was afraid. He was afraid that what he saw was just an illusion, another play by the celestial dragons.

Look, his eyes are still open. Is he secretly looking at us?

See whose expression changes!

He was cruel. He hated the Celestial Dragons for killing his younger brother. He chopped his brother into pieces in front of him and buried him in the ground.

He often went to peek at the flowers growing on the land and was whipped several times for this.

At the end of the corridor is a staircase leading downwards.

Amid the sounds of "dong dong dong", Number One dragged the corpse of the Celestial Dragon down the stairs.

"crunch-"

Is it the wind?

It was the wind of hope, the wind of freedom, that blew open the iron door of the room.

The door was open, but no one came out.

Unable to suppress the hatred in his heart any longer, the owner of the crying voice crawled out of the room using his hands and feet. His legs were twisted into irregular shapes and were obviously useless. There were signs of decay on his exposed ankles.

He was lying in the room waiting to die. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not be able to avenge his brother before he died, even if it was just to bite off a piece of Celestial Dragon's flesh!

He crawled and reached the bloodstain on the ground.

"Sniff sniff!"

The nose was very close and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

"It's real, it's real blood, that Tianlong man is dead, that Tianlong man is dead!"

The owner of the crying voice shouted excitedly. He believed his nose because this smell often appeared on his body.

"It turns out that the blood of the Celestial Dragons is no different from ours!"

"I'm sorry, brother. I don't think I can avenge you!"

He couldn't hold on any longer, and the breath of hope in his heart was gone with the arrival of Number One.

One by one, the servants walked out of the room in various postures, all of them had injuries to varying degrees. Not a single servant would leave in the morning and come back in the evening without new injuries on his body.

Some are big, some are small, some are light, some are heavy.

They crawled on the ground, sniffing the blood on the ground with intoxication, trembling with excitement.

They treated the scraps of meat that fell from the corpses as delicacies. They chewed them fiercely with ferocious expressions, and then spat them out with a "Pah" sound.

Eat it?

They think it’s too dirty!

The entire dungeon has five floors. The deeper you go, the larger the area becomes, the fewer rooms there are, and the dirtier the environment becomes.

The strong smell of blood and decay permeated the entire underground space.

There are no rooms on the fifth floor, only a huge arena.

The ring was surrounded by circles of patinaed chairs, covered with layer upon layer of blood, so that the original color of the chairs could no longer be seen.

Around the ring, there were skeletons covered in white bones, as well as gnawing corpses that were unrecognizable. Not only human, but also those of various races.

This is the place where the Celestial Dragons vent their inner desires. They enjoy watching the people on the stage fighting to the death, with brains bursting and blood splattering on them, which only causes them to applaud.

The flesh and blood on the corpse is the reward for the winner. How much can be eaten depends on how long the winner has been hungry.

"Hey, it seems like there's no one here!"

Click, click, the footsteps gradually fade away.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before the pile of corpses began to surge, revealing a gap.

A pair of eyes looked outside through the gap, moving back and forth.

As if to confirm that No. 1 had left, a hand stretched out from the gap.

With great effort, he pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him. A celestial dragon with a greasy face pushed himself up and sat up, breathing heavily.

"Ho, ho..."

His obese body made it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

All his companions ran out, but he was left behind because he was too fat and had difficulty moving.

He didn't care and was still secretly proud of himself for being able to save his life.

'Hahaha, you idiot, you didn't even check!'

He took off the thing that looked like headphones on his ears, and the screams inside made him feel cold all over, and sweat kept oozing out of his body.

It is through this small object that he can understand information from the outside world.

As the manager of the dungeon, he was used to staying in the dungeon. He had a hard time climbing the stairs when he went out without two people to carry him.

As for whether the two people could lift his body, that was not a problem he considered. It was just right if they couldn't lift it, as it gave him an excuse to get angry.

After catching his breath, he stuck his butt out and dug in the pile of corpses. The half-opened bodies and bones made it not very difficult for him to dig.

Soon, he cleared out a small space.