Chapter 208
In an unknown cave somewhere, Orochimaru supported his chin with one hand, slowly sticking out his tongue as he thoughtfully observed everything before him.
Below, densely packed white figures crowded together, resembling ant eggs in an ant nest—so densely packed that anyone with claustrophobia would feel suffocated.
"The integration of Hidan's cells was not very successful. The First Hokage's cells had too strong a phagocytic property. Although they retained their initial immortality, their stability decreased." Orochimaru adjusted his glasses and methodically recorded his observations.
"The integration of the fruit went very smoothly, but the controllability is too low. There have already been instances of escape. White Zetsu possesses extremely strong imitation and infiltration abilities. The changes in their appearance after obtaining the fruit are secondary. More importantly, their personalities change as well. Does this mean the fruit stores an unknown consciousness?"
After finishing his notes, Orochimaru left the spacious underground lab and walked to the surface to breathe fresh air.
"If I want to change the situation in the ninja world, war is the best catalyst. Things are becoming more and more interesting," Orochimaru muttered, an evil smile curling his lips. He looked as if he had discovered a new world, his entire being trembling with excitement.
He moved to another basement. It had to be said: Orochimaru had as many basements as a rat had holes. A cunning rabbit has three burrows, but no one could count how many Orochimaru had.
Layer after layer, Orochimaru unlocked the security doors and finally reached the deepest chamber. Inside a glass column, a red-haired boy floated in solution. He seemed to have grown older, and his facial features looked increasingly like Uzumaki Zixu.
Orochimaru hesitated, holding a bluish-purple fruit in his hand, contemplating whether to feed it to the boy.