Chapter 16: Damn, who are you talking about? (Ch 16)

Three sentences…
White Zetsu’s brain completely shut down.
Countless chaotic thoughts rolled around like boiling paste.
His crude thinking organ made of plant fibers was now turning with difficulty like a rusty gear.
Every thought was accompanied by a sense of stuttering and tearing.
He racked his brains and exhausted all his life’s learning, or rather, exhausted the pitiful knowledge he was given.
Finally, in extreme fear and confusion, he uttered those words that he believed contained endless philosophy and were enough to shock people.
“Did you poop?”
silence.
Deathly silence.
Even the wind seemed to understand the atmosphere and quietly stopped.
The next moment, the earth rumbled, and King Magagrant’s body moved slightly.
It was just the movement of the foot covered with rock-like shell slowly rising.
It brought about severe wind pressure.
The air was pushed away, forming visible air waves that swept in all directions and caused the trees in the distance to sway wildly.
Then, that foot was like a hammer of punishment sent down by the gods.
“Puff.”
There was a muffled sound so slight that it was almost inaudible.
Like a ripe tomato that was accidentally stepped on and exploded.
It also feels like moist soil being gently pressed.
The sound was very soft, but it was clearly heard by the only person listening there.
There was only a pool of white unknown substance that was constantly wriggling.
The substance was still twitching slightly, trying to maintain a certain form, but it collapsed powerlessly again.
It exudes a peculiar smell, a mixture of the fragrance of grass and the fishy smell of moist earth.
The White Zetsu who had just attempted to communicate on a philosophical level has completely returned to the embrace of Mother Earth.
In a very thoroughly physical way.
Moze stood at the feet of King Magagrant, looking at the white stuff expressionlessly, seeming to be quite satisfied with the efficiency of cleaning up the debris.
He didn’t even lower his head to take a closer look, as if he was just casually slapping a noisy mosquito to death.
Mo Ze admitted in his heart that at that moment, he actually expected to get some useful information from Bai Jue.
He was overthinking it.
These mass-produced, confused individuals simply do not have the ability to provide effective intelligence.
After dealing with the White Zetsu who obviously had a problem with his brain, Mo Ze slowly raised his head.
His eyes seemed to casually scan the surrounding woodland and rocks.
Everywhere you look, there is devastation. That is the destruction caused by the appearance of King Maga Grant.
The air still smelled of dust and crushed rock.
He spoke lightly, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into the empty environment.
“Come out.”
His tone was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
It was more like a confirmation than a question.
However, the moment his voice fell.
A slightly hoarse voice with a hint of coldness suddenly sounded.
“You actually noticed my presence? You are indeed someone that Madara-sama has high regard for.”
I heard a voice responding to me.
Moze’s heart skipped a beat.
He just had the mentality of “let’s just shout and try, it doesn’t matter if nothing works.”
And the result… is it true?
He tried his best to suppress his inner surprise and maintain his calmness on the surface.
Just as Mo Ze’s thoughts were racing.
The ground in front of him.
The land that was incomparably dense due to the terrifying pressure from King Maga Grant.
Suddenly, just like a stone thrown into the calm water, ripples appeared.
That was ignoring the heavy pressure King Maga Grunt had placed on this land.
Just like that, he “seeped” out from the solid earth with ease.
It was as if this thick earth was just a thin curtain to him.
This scene made Mo Ze’s pupils shrink suddenly.
He knew that the so-called Earth Demon Beast that he had created and revived was very powerful.
Its actual strength is not that strong.
Size is only one aspect.
More importantly, the original King Maga Grant has powerful abilities.
This puppet didn’t inherit much.
But it only took a few minutes from its creation to its ability being cracked, which still made him a little disappointed.
“As expected, although the models we made before were exquisite, they were still just toys after all.”
“This is the limit of what you can do in actual combat.”
“Besides, the feeling of controlling this Maga Grunt King is completely different from that of the Outer Path Golem.”
Although he only briefly controlled the Outer Golem (mini version) for a few seconds.
The two completely different control feels still allowed Moser to clearly distinguish the huge difference between them.
Even though the Outer Golem was controlled by Moze, its inherent violent will still spontaneously resisted.
Every second was consuming a large amount of Moze’s chakra.
On the other hand, King Magagrant was revived by the power of the Rat God and gained some instincts of action.
But it is more like a puppet that has been given animation rather than a real life.
There is almost no will of its own.
The difference in strength is also quite obvious.’
“They are obviously of similar size.”
‘The Outer Path Demon Statue Puppet can confront the entire Sand Village head-on.’
“But this MagaGrant King might not even be able to hold his own against a single Shukaku.”
“Although comparing combat power across worlds is inherently not rigorous.”
‘But there must be some key factor that I haven’t noticed yet.’
“The power to transform stillness into movement is not so easy to master and use perfectly.”
Moser realized that he still had a long way to go in terms of understanding and using power.
‘There are still many areas that deserve further study.’
After thinking about the power of the rat, Moze’s thoughts shifted away from the exploration of the nature of power.
“Wait, did Black Zetsu say something important just now?”
Mo Ze reacted belatedly.
In a flash, those cold and hoarse words replayed in his mind.
“As expected, you are someone that Madara-sama has high hopes for.”
Madara-sama?
Are you optimistic about me?
“Which one is Madara-sama?”
“Shit, he said Madara thinks highly of me?”
A possibility that made his scalp tingle even more instantly wrapped around his heart like an icy poisonous snake.
“Is Uchiha Madara still alive now?”
Moze felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.
It instantly fell into a blank downtime state.
He also knew a little about the plot of Naruto.
In my previous life, I quickly read comics and anime, and also dabbled in some fan works.
He still remembers the main storyline and several key turning points.
But when it comes to the exact time when each event occurred, the details down to the year and month, he is completely vague.
This led to a fatal omission.
He subconsciously ignored it, or didn’t realize it at all.
At this time, Uchiha Madara is still alive!
It’s not Reincarnation.
It’s not a memory killer.
In the true sense, I am still alive!