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"What the hell?! Someone's looking for trouble!!!"
At this moment, if Black Zetsu still couldn't figure out what was going on, then he'd be a complete fool.
And after scheming for over a thousand years, could this old trickster really be a fool? Of course not.
Uchiha Madara was a key part of his plan to revive his mother. There was no way he could allow any accidents.
Immediately, Black Zetsu's expression turned cold—at least, as cold as it could be, considering he didn't actually have a face.
From Ron's perspective, Black Zetsu's eyes narrowed slightly, a fleeting killing intent flashing within them.
But that trace of hostility vanished in an instant, replaced by a scrutinizing gaze.
Young. Very young. Probably around twenty, older than Uchiha Obito.
Judging by his age, his strength was probably nothing special. Uchiha Obito should be able to handle him.
After weighing his options, Black Zetsu made up his mind and said with a friendly smile, "This isn't something I can decide. Lord Madara is in the next room. I can take you to him."
Ron nodded slightly. "Alright, lead the way. And don't waste time with any tricks."
Even without his Iron Man suit, no one in this world could kill him.
With instant teleportation, no one could even touch him.
He was the one who attacked—no one could land a hit on him.
The two turned a corner and entered another room.
On a bed lay an old man, half-leaning, half-reclining, his body withered and frail, looking like he was at death's door.
His long, spiky white hair was disheveled, and his slightly opened eyes gave off an overwhelming aura of dominance, despite his weakened state.
"Uchiha Madara?" Ron instantly recognized him from his familiar appearance.
"Lord Madara, he's here to see you." Black Zetsu's eyes flickered, and after introducing Ron, he swiftly disappeared.
Madara's fierce gaze locked onto Ron. "Who are you?"
The target was right in front of him—Ron wasn't in the mood for small talk. His body instantly activated all power boosts.
Sage-enhanced strength, Lightning Chakra Mode, and all Eight Gates—fully unleashed.
He closed the distance in a flash and delivered a powerful Four-Palm Strike, blasting a hole straight through Madara's chest.
At this point, Madara was so weak he could barely walk, let alone defend against an attack from someone nearly at the level of a super-Kage.
Forget catching him off guard—even if he had been prepared, he wouldn't have been able to block it.
With Madara dead, Ron casually pulled out the tubes connected to his body.
Just as he was about to store the corpse in his space, a thought crossed his mind. He raised his hand and sliced off one of Madara's arms.
He stored the corpse in his spatial inventory and sealed the severed arm inside a scroll.
The body was too valuable to leave behind, but keeping an arm would allow him to use Edo Tensei later without issues.
With Madara in his hands, Ron eagerly entered his space.
[Combat Power +10!]
A dense mist surged toward him, flowing into his body.
Ron wasn't particularly interested in Madara's memories.
There were no real secrets—he already knew most of it. He simply glanced through some combat techniques and ninjutsu knowledge before setting them aside.
The dying Madara hadn't provided much of a power boost.
However, his Uchiha bloodline and inherited Ōtsutsuki chakra—Ron absorbed them completely.
His Sharingan was finally complete!
From the Mangekyō Sharingan, he evolved straight into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. And with the fusion of Madara's and Hashirama's abilities, he awakened the power of the Shinra Banshō.
A pseudo-Ōtsutsuki power.
His Eternal Mangekyō instantly evolved into the Rinnegan.
Ron took out a mirror and checked his reflection. Yep, there it was—those signature "mosquito coil" eyes. Neat.
With a blink, the Rinnegan disappeared.
To him, the Rinnegan was just another ability—not something tied to his bloodline.
Once he absorbed an ability, he fully mastered it.
He just needed some time to get used to it, and once he did, it would feel as natural as if he had been born with it.
And now, he essentially had Ōtsutsuki blood.
Not that it really mattered—Ron didn't particularly care.
What truly mattered was that he could finally pilot a Gundam!
Madara's abilities had filled in the gaps in his Sharingan powers.
First was Susanoo. Since his Sharingan abilities were almost entirely from Madara, his Susanoo also took on the same blue color.
Moreover, Ron's spiritual energy was absurdly strong—far beyond his physical power—so he could immediately activate the Perfect Susanoo.
Ron estimated that while he might not be on Charles' level yet, the gap had significantly narrowed.
Even if he stood right in front of Charles, the guy wouldn't be able to read his mind, let alone control him.
Aside from Susanoo, Madara's Mangekyō abilities were also quite interesting.
His left eye enhanced spiritual energy, while his right eye strengthened his physical body.
No one would have expected the legendary "Shinobi Shura" to have such straightforward abilities.
Yet, in hindsight, it made perfect sense.
Hashirama was said to have inherited the Sage Body, possessing unparalleled physical strength. Combined with his monstrous strength, he was considered the strongest shinobi in raw power.
And Madara was able to go toe-to-toe with him.
From physical combat to ninjutsu and even giant mecha battles, Madara never fell behind.
Which meant that in all these aspects, Madara was nearly on par with Hashirama.
And as everyone knew, shinobi in this world had notoriously high offense but weak defenses.
It made sense for Madara to have a body-enhancing ocular ability.
And now, all of it belonged to Ron.
From this moment onward, both his spiritual energy and his physical strength would continuously grow.
Ron quickly estimated—at his current combat power of over 500, he could expect to increase his strength by roughly one point per day.
As he grew stronger, the growth rate would naturally slow down, but he figured he could still gain over a hundred points per year.
A whole year of doing nothing and gaining over a hundred points of power—what more could you ask for?
Others could train hard for ten, maybe even a hundred years, and still not match what he could achieve just by lying around for one.
Then there were the additional abilities—Shinra Tensei, Banshō Ten'in, Tengai Shinsei, Chibaku Tensei—basically the full package.
Sure, they were all impressive, but Susanoo was every guy's dream.
Just imagine—wearing an Adamantium + Vibranium battle suit, summoning True Several Thousand Hands, and then wrapping it all in an armored Susanoo.
At that point? Gods or Buddhas—whoever stood in his way—would be obliterated!
Ron took a deep breath. Stay grounded. Don't get cocky.
After all, this was the Marvel universe. There were beings like the Ancient One and Odin. Not to mention Captain Marvel or Thanos—he wasn't sure he could take them on yet.
Just seeing how Thanos had casually shattered a Vibranium shield with two strikes… His Susanoo would probably last only a couple more hits.
At the end of the day, it all came down to one thing—power! Power! And more damn power!
If he had the strength of an Ōtsutsuki god, at least he could take dozens more blows from Thanos before going down.
After absorbing Uchiha Madara, Ron immediately stepped out of his pocket dimension.
His main goal was achieved—it was time to deal with Tsunade and Konoha.
Oh, and he should definitely reach out to Orochimaru. Marvel's technology combined with ninjutsu? That guy would be all over it.
Just as Ron exited the space, a kunai shot straight toward him.
He didn't even blink—just flicked his finger.
The chakra-infused kunai instantly lost its energy, shattering into countless fragments that ricocheted toward the attacker.
"Shhhhhh!" The sound of metal slicing through the air filled the space.
But there was no sound of flesh being pierced.
Ron vanished from his spot and threw a punch at the attacker—only to hit nothing but air.
Focusing his gaze, he spotted a young man with a half-twisted face retreating several meters back in shock.
Uchiha Obito.
Ron raised an eyebrow as he noted the Mangekyō Sharingan spinning in Obito's eyes, along with the deep grief and rage within them.
Mangekyō? That meant Rin Nohara was already dead.
Obito was about to turn to the dark side.
"Where is Uchiha Madara? What did you do to him?!"
Obito's voice was sharp as he glared at the empty bed.
Not long ago, he had witnessed Rin's death with his own eyes—killed by none other than his best friend, Kakashi.
That moment of overwhelming grief had triggered his Mangekyō Sharingan, and he was still adjusting to the newfound power.
Then, suddenly, Black Zetsu—the so-called will of Uchiha Madara—had appeared, warning of an intruder.
Obito hadn't hesitated. He had used Kamui to phase through walls and rush in.
But instead of Madara, he found an empty room… and Ron.
So he had attacked without thinking.
And if he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would've been shredded like a beehive.
If he hadn't kept Kamui active, he would've been instantly killed.
Ron didn't bother answering.
Because apart from Obito, he sensed several other presences nearby.
White Zetsu clones—hidden within the walls, using Mayfly Technique to stay undetected.
Ignoring the intangible Obito, Ron flashed to the wall. His arm crackled with electricity, and with Chidori Sharp Spear, he drove his hand straight into the structure.
His fingers clamped onto a White Zetsu clone, yanking it out effortlessly.
Pale, slimy—nothing impressive to look at.
Ron gave it a glance, then crushed its head and tossed it into his storage space.
He noted the faint mist of absorbed energy. Huh, I can take in some of its abilities, but not much.
Probably just the Mayfly Technique, which wasn't all that useful.
Still, these creatures had strong bodies due to their Wood Release abilities. That made them perfect for Edo Tensei material… and also ideal for human experimentation.
Ignoring Obito, who was still trying to find an opening to attack, Ron pulled out a sealing scroll.
One by one, he sealed away over a dozen White Zetsu clones before finally stopping.
There was no need to collect all of them. He could always come back for more later.
With his goal complete, Ron finally turned his gaze toward Obito.
Or rather, toward those spinning Sharingan in his eyes.
"....."