Chapter 65 False History (Ch 65)

It was as if a thunder exploded deep in the consciousness!
The form of Black Zetsu condensed by his will twisted violently, like boiling asphalt, with its edges constantly spreading and contracting!
How…how could he know?!
This secret, this identity that he has hidden for thousands of years, even his mother’s two stupid traitor sons may not be clear about!
How could this human being in front of me possibly know? !
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
He never told anyone about it!
Not even a single clue was left!
In an instant, extreme shock, disbelief, and a hint of barely perceptible panic swept through Black Zetsu’s consciousness like a tsunami.
He even forgot to disguise and conceal.
The emotional fluctuations conveyed by that dark shadow at this moment were so strong and chaotic.
Hokage Moze looked at him calmly, with a slight smile on his lips.
“The Kaguya Friendship Record contains more than just the story of Kaguya and the Demon King Beast.”
His voice was not loud, but it was like a hook, accurately piercing into Black Zetsu’s confused consciousness.
Every word struck hard at the foundation of his being.
“Six Paths Sage Otsutsuki Hagoromo.”
“His younger brother, Otsutsuki Hamura.”
“The truth about the fruit of the sacred tree and the Ten-Tails.”
“The entire Otsutsuki clan from outer space…”
Hokage Moze spoke slowly, as if he was flipping through an ordinary record.
“And you.”
Hokage Moze stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Black Zetsu.
“A creation of Princess Kaguya’s will, her third child.”
“Each of your existence, your origin, and your purpose are all recorded in detail in that friend’s book!”
“The secrets you think you have kept have long been exposed!”
He even knew the names of Hagoromo and Hamura?
Even the Otsutsuki clan…
This is no coincidence!
Black Zetsu now had no hope at all. His distorted form solidified slightly, but the churning inside became even more violent.
“Who…are you?”
“Since you know that I am Mother’s third son, you should also know that Mother never left behind the so-called Kaguya’s Book of Friends!”
His tone became urgent, trying to grasp the last straw.
“The mysterious demon beast you mentioned has never existed in history!”
This is complete nonsense!
“Oh.”
Faced with Black Zetsu’s almost hysterical rebuttal, Hokage Moze simply chuckled.
There was undisguised disdain and pity in that laughter.
“Living things are always easily deceived by what they see with their eyes.”
He looked at Black Zetsu, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate that layer of dark disguise.
He looked at Black Zetsu, his eyes seemed to penetrate the dark disguise and see the core of panic within.
“When you provided Uchiha Madara with your carefully woven false history and the so-called redemption plan.”
“Have you ever thought about one thing?”
Hokage Moze’s voice was strangely guiding, like the whisper of a demon.
Black Zetsu asked almost instinctively and uncontrollably, his voice even sounding a little woozy.
“What?”
The smile on Hokage Moze’s face widened, with a kind of joy that was almost like a prank was successful.
“It’s the history that you tried your best to modify and use…”
He paused deliberately, admiring Black Zetsu’s form which was almost crumbling.
“The so-called real world in your eyes…”
“In fact, it is no longer real history!”
“Ha ha.”
“Hahaha!”
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Hokage Moze’s laughter echoed in Black Zetsu’s ears, full of absurdity and mockery.
Black Zetsu froze completely, his consciousness seemed to be frozen.
“Nah…ni?”
Black Zetsu’s consciousness seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and suddenly tightened.
The history he knew, the world he saw, the memories deeply rooted in his mind…
Is all this fake?
Not true?
He had planned everything for thousands of years, guiding Uchiha Madara and using the chakra of Indra and Ashura to reincarnate…
Is it all built on a fictional stage?
Mother’s will…
Could it be that even the meaning of his own existence, the goal he has been striving for so long, is based on a complete lie?
How is this possible? !
His form became unstable again, and the dark edges fluctuated violently, almost dispersing.
“How is that possible?”
Mo Ze looked at him, almost with a knowing smile, and completed the words he had not said.
“You mean to say that, don’t you?”
Black Zetsu was shocked again and again.
This feeling of being completely seen through, no, like being completely dissected, caused all the calculations and scheming he had accumulated over thousands of years to collapse in an instant.
It was like a naked soul, exposed to the most dazzling light.
He had never felt so powerless before.
Thousands of years of planning and self-righteous control are like children playing house in front of the other party.
No, it’s not even as good as playing house, it’s just a shoddy script that has long been seen through.
Panic began to spread uncontrollably, even overwhelming anger and shock.
He forced himself to calm down and look for flaws in his logic.
There must be a flaw!
“In that case…”
“If that’s the case, then how do you explain my existence?”
Moze directly interrupted what Black Zetsu was about to say and pressed on.
“If you know the history, the memories in your mind are true.”
“So……”
Moze leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed firmly on the unstable darkness.
“You who never told the second person your identity…”
“How did I know that?”
Moze didn’t give Black Zetsu any room to breathe and reorganize his thoughts.
The words were like continuous heavy hammers, one after another, hitting Black Zetsu’s crumbling cognition.
“You see, it’s actually very simple.”
Moze spread his hands, his tone as relaxed as if he was discussing today’s weather.
“There are only two possibilities before you.”
He held up a finger.
“First, my existence itself is a mistake, a paradox that should not exist.”
He raised a second finger, parallel to the first.
“Second, there is something wrong with the memory you firmly believe in and the entire worldview you rely on.”
Moze’s voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated into every corner of Black Zetsu’s consciousness.
The dark mass of Black Zetsu shrank violently, like a squeezed heart.
He wanted to retort, to yell, to point out the absurdity in the other person’s words.
However, the “common sense” and “truth” that had been entrenched in his mind for thousands of years were now like rusty gears, groaning under the heavy burden and unable to operate effectively.
The logical chain broke inch by inch in the face of Mo Ze’s seemingly simple choice between two options.
If Moze’s existence is wrong, then how did he know those secrets that even his mother might not tell others?
Hagoromo, Hamura, the Ōtsutsuki clan… These names were like branding, burning into his cognition.
But if there are problems with your memory and cognition…
Then his thousand-year-long plan to guide the reincarnation of Indra and Asura and revive his mother’s long-cherished wish…
Isn’t all this just a mirage, a farce directed and performed by oneself?
No! Impossible!
This thought grew wildly like weeds, but was ruthlessly crushed by Moze’s next words.
“I am a living person, standing here, talking to you.”
Moze pointed at himself, then pointed at Black Zetsu who was almost collapsing.
“My existence is the ‘reality’ you can perceive.”
“So……”
There was a hint of a playful smile on Mo Ze’s face, like a teacher testing a student who refused to change despite repeated teachings.
“You wouldn’t still stubbornly believe that…”
“Is there something wrong with me, a ‘being’ who has flesh and blood, is eloquent, and can push you to this point?”