Supreme Kais were not eternally immortal. Compared to ordinary lifeforms, they were considered long-lived, but they still had limits to their lifespans. When an Old Kai died, a new Supreme Kai would succeed them, passing down their duties generation by generation.
The current Demon Realm Supreme Kai was the most ancient Supreme Kai.
His name was Mechikabura!
He used "Dark Power" to extend his lifespan. Not only was he the Supreme Kai with the longest life, but he was also the creator of the Demon Realm.
The gods feared his power. They were terrified that he would gather "God Power," "Light Power," "Dark Power," and "Time Power" to completely devour the history of the multiverse, turning twelve into one, and then one into zero.
Mechikabura was sealed in the deepest part of the Demon Realm by numerous warriors and the Supreme Kai of Time.
To break the seal, he had done a massive amount of work in the shadows.
He used the egg of his creation, Tokitoki, to awaken the previous generation Supreme Kai of Time, secretly roped in Celestial Mages to serve him, and lured outstanding individuals from across the multiverse to fall into the Demon Realm.
At this moment, the decrepit Mechikabura shifted his attention from the sky to below. He was too old. As a Supreme Kai, his lifespan should have been much longer, but the seal formed by Time Power had been constantly eroding his life. If he hadn't devoured more "Dark Power" and possessed a resolute will, his soul might have collapsed even before his body.
Mechikabura descended onto his throne. Half-kneeling below the steps was a young man of the Demon Clan. This was his greatest harvest over the years, barring none.
This was a young Namekian, a descendant of the clone created after King Piccolo fell into the Demon Realm.
The seal placed by the Supreme Kai of Time was too powerful; one day on the outside was equivalent to one year here.
Sound familiar? That's right, the Room of Spirit and Time was actually a backup plan Mechikabura had set up early on after observing the timeline. He used the room as a medium to channel his will into the material realm, constantly deceiving and bewitching. Ultimately, he caused that most outstanding Namekian to discard a portion of his dark essence while training at Kami's Lookout, and he then lured this dark essence to fall into the Demon Realm, turning into King Piccolo.
The so-called most genius Namekian only had a battle power of 260? How could that be possible!
That was because Mechikabura had secretly taken away too much of his soul. It wasn't until Piccolo Jr. that he barely managed to recover.
The dark Namekian he brought back continuously reproduced in the sealed land. Now, it had become a Demon Clan version of the Namekians, dozens of generations later.
Mechikabura's voice sounded extremely weak and muffled. "How much longer... will it take for Dark Shenron to accumulate enough God Power?"
The young Demon Clan Namekian respectfully answered, "If we go by the time here... it will take another eighty years."
"Unacceptable. I am too old. I cannot wait any longer." In his youth, Mechikabura was extremely robust, but now time had left heavy marks on him. Even though he could control a portion of "Time Power" himself, he still couldn't resist this erosion. As he spoke, a heavy, twilight aura exuded from his entire body.
"All of you, go down and make preparations." He looked at his dozen or so subordinates, each with different expressions. These guys had different demands; some were fiercely loyal to him, while others coveted his power. But it didn't matter. As long as he restored his youthful body, he could suppress all dissent and disloyalty.
"Yes, Lord."
Mechikabura's will radiated from the sealed land. To shorten the time needed to accumulate God Power, he ordered the Demon Realm to launch a full-scale invasion on the material realm! They were to plunder resources and energy at all costs, then transfer it to Dark Shenron to restore his youth.
And so, the war broke out without the Demon Realm King Dabura even knowing about it.
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Konoha Village.
Gekko Hayate was already forty years old this year. If this were during the era when the Five Great Shinobi Villages were in a standoff, a forty-year-old ninja could essentially announce their retirement to the second line and enjoy their later years. On one hand, living to this age wasn't easy; on the other hand, without special means, a forty-year-old ninja would be riddled with hidden injuries. At this point, their bodily reactions would be sluggish and their recovery extremely poor, making them little more than cannon fodder.
Gekko Hayate had no thoughts of retiring.
The Five Great Shinobi Villages had merged into one, making jobs hard to come by. Being on the front lines offered the best benefits and treatment. He felt his body was fine. Ever since Otsutsuki Urashiki's "Wedge" was sealed by Ino, he had gained a partial Otsutsuki constitution, elevating his life level half a tier above that of a normal ninja. Even though he was over forty, he still felt like a young lad, leading a team to patrol around the village.
Today was supposed to be just another normal day: finish the patrol, go home to enjoy some time with Uzuki Yugao, and wake up tomorrow to continue working.
Because they worried about passing Otsutsuki Urashiki's genes down to the next generation, the couple had not had children. Initially, it was a bit regrettable, but later, seeing even the invincible Seventh Hokage constantly troubled by child-related issues, they had slowly gotten used to it.
"Who's there?" Gekko Hayate was, after all, a ninja who had survived the war era. His vigilance was much higher than the youths around him. Feeling the surrounding natural energy suddenly become extremely heavy, a chilling aura of death pressed upon his heart, and the birds instantly fell silent. He immediately drew his katana, looking around warily.
An ink-black teleportation portal suddenly opened in mid-air, and a blood-soaked Kaguya Otsutsuki tumbled out.
Kaguya's voice was weak, and she didn't even see clearly who was in front of her. Her pure white sleeves were stained with blood and dirt. She grabbed Gekko Hayate's wrist tightly. "Hurry, go notify your people... The God... The Otsutsuki God has returned."
Before she even finished speaking, a dark-brown, musty mist billowed out from the other end of the portal. Within the mist, there seemed to be a peculiar pair of eyes staring at Gekko Hayate, while the sound of the wind carried the name of Otsutsuki Urashiki.
The "Wedge," which had been sealed away by Ino long ago, began to activate once more. However, the emotion transmitting from the "Wedge" wasn't the excitement of Otsutsuki Urashiki's impending resurrection, but terror. He had absolutely no desire to be resurrected under these circumstances.
Gekko Hayate swiftly swung his long sword. "Dance of the Crescent Moon!"
In a daze, he seemed to see something resembling a butterfly or a beetle. The dazzlingly bright patterns on its back combined to look very much like a pair of eyes. No matter the angle, these eyes were filled with bloodlust and brutality.
These eyes seemed to possess a demonic magic. Gekko Hayate's sword swing was only halfway done when he spat out a spray of blood mid-air. A sinister, scorching energy surged from the deepest depths of his cells, as if trying to burn him into a crisp from the inside out.
The eyes on the other side of the portal sneered with malice.
Gekko Hayate discarded his katana, pulled out a scientific ninja tool resembling a submachine gun, pulled the trigger, and emptied the magazine into the portal.
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