The moment Ryota's words fell, the rings at the center of his Rinnegan suddenly contracted!
Boom!!!—
An invisible wave of mental energy burst outward from Ryota as the epicenter, spreading across the sky as though a strange power had been imposed upon it.
That bright full moon—
In an instant, it became the projection of his pupil!
Countless rippling lines of dojutsu spread in every direction, their patterns reflected upon the moon above.
The moon began to glow.
But it wasn't silver.
It was a pale violet light.
More solemn than any god, more terrifying than any magic—this power washed over all of Orario, and even the entire world of DanMachi!
In that instant, every living being—whether God, Familia member, or ordinary mortal—
As long as they stood beneath the moonlight, their eyes went blank and their minds were pulled into an illusion.
On the streets, citizens who had been staring at the destroyed statue now sat limply on the ground, dazed.
Inside Babel Tower, Freya's expression changed sharply. She had just opened her mouth to speak when her body froze in place, her pupils reflecting that eerie violet moon.
Ottar, Hedin, Finn, Riveria…
All of them locked in place as though frozen in time, slipping into dream worlds of their own.
This… was the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The genjutsu hailed in the Naruto world as "world-ending."
It projects the caster's genjutsu upon the moon, plunging all living beings into a dream where they experience their deepest desires, before the God Tree absorbs their chakra, leaving them hanging on its branches as "White Zetsu."
But that was Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's weaponized Infinite Tsukuyomi—
Not Ryota's.
He gazed at the figures falling into illusions beneath the moonlight—familiar and unfamiliar faces alike, people who had once been bewitched, deceived, stripped of their will.
"Turn them into White Zetsu?"
Ryota murmured softly, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
"No… I don't want them as weapons."
"I want them to become—a part of my world."
So the very first thing he did upon fusing the Rinnegan… was examine the structure of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The absurd framework that used the God Tree as a medium and hanging people as a means—he dismantled it entirely and rebuilt it from scratch.
Ryota possessed the purest Rinnegan.
From Sasuke's Amenotejikara, to Momoshiki's Takami Musubinokami, Nagato's Almighty Push…
The power of gods—all for his use.
He was not Madara. He did not wish to freeze the world in stillness.
He was the one who would restart it.
The reconstructed Infinite Tsukuyomi—
No God Tree, no White Zetsu, no chakra being stripped away.
It was no longer a jutsu of "world destruction," but…
The starting point of "recreation."
Ryota had not forgotten his main quest:
[Establish the sole faith system as a mortal replace the existing divine authority structure, and create a new worldview recognized by the entire DanMachi world.]
So at the very moment he fused the Rinnegan—
At the instant violet light surged forth, tearing open heaven and earth in his sight—
He began reconstructing the Infinite Tsukuyomi's very core.
This dream would not be one of comfort.
It would be a baptism called "Truth."
All of Orario, indeed the entire world of DanMachi, all bathed in the moonlight, sank into slumber.
But in that dream, they did not see paradise, nor the illusions of their desires fulfilled.
They saw the reality of the War Game. Ryota leading the Loki Familia on expedition. How Freya dressed her conquest and possessiveness in the pretty trappings of love…
All of it—truth.
And when the dream finally shattered and people opened their eyes—
They were stunned to realize—nothing had changed.
Ais and Lefiya's affection for Ryota…
The bond between Loki Familia and Ryota…
The pink-haired human girl in the Guild, Misha, still nursing her crush on him…
Even the Falna system still existed.
Only now… the source of that system was Ryota, not Ouranos.
In other words, Ryota could update any adventurer's Status.
Of course, to avoid working himself to death, the gods' Familias still existed.
The gods still remained in the heavens. Monsters and the Dungeon had not vanished.
The world itself… had not changed.
But deep in everyone's memories, the instinctive reverence they once held for the gods—
Had quietly… shifted.
To another name—Ryota.
Not a god, but beyond a god.
No longer "the boy of Freya Familia."
He was now the origin of a new faith for the DanMachi world.
Time trickled onward, second by second.
All of Orario, indeed the entire DanMachi world, seemed to have been put on pause.
Air stilled, the wind and clouds ceased to move. Even the moonlight above hung frozen in the night sky.
No one spoke. No one moved. All was still.
No one knew how long had passed—five minutes, ten, half an hour.
Until a crisp chime rang in Ryota's ears:
[Ding—Main Quest, Phase Four Complete!]
[Quest Name]: The World's Final Answer
[Quest Evaluation]: Perfect Completion!
[Reward Calculation—]
As Ryota waited in silence—
"Mmh…"
A faint sound rose from below.
Ais's fingers twitched before she slowly lifted her head, gazing up at the figure in the sky.
Next to her, Lefiya awoke with a start, blinking in bewilderment at her surroundings.
"Ry…ota…?"
The world began to flow again. Wind stirred, firelight flickered, the shadows of Babel stretched once more.
Ryota descended slowly from the air, the swirling violet-black chakra around him fading away, leaving only those divine Rinnegan eyes quietly watching all below.
The instant his feet touched the ground, Ais and Lefiya rushed forward at the same time.
"Ryota!!"
They flung themselves into his arms, clinging to him as though afraid he would vanish at any moment.
In their eyes, that pure, primal affection still burned—
But now there was something else.
A reverence beyond love. A wordless faith.
He was no longer merely a comrade who had fought beside them.
He was the god they would willingly protect with their lives.
Ryota chuckled softly, patting their shoulders.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
His voice was quiet, yet somehow carried a calming magic.
Above them, the full moon hung high—
But the silver disc now bore faint, mysterious markings—the pattern of the Rinnegan and Sharingan.
Ryota's mark, etched into the sky of this world.
But only he could see it.
"…Strange," Lefiya murmured, rubbing her temple, a confused look crossing her face.
"I feel like… I had a long, weird dream."
She blinked up at Ryota.
"I dreamed you became part of Freya Familia… and took us into the Dungeon?"
Ais nodded slightly.
"Mm… I think I dreamed the same thing."
Ryota said nothing, just smiled faintly.
Lefiya waved her hands quickly, as if shooing the thought away.
"Oh, come on, no way! Ryota doesn't belong to any Familia!"
"Even Lady Loki says Ryota may not be a god, but he's a being greater than Lord Ouranos!"
"And Freya Familia's been disbanded for ages! Freya herself was banished from Orario… nobody even knows where she is now."
Ais nodded again, her expression quiet—half in recollection, half in confirmation.
Ryota smiled faintly.
Everything… had been remade.
This was the world he wanted—
Not a divine hierarchy, but a reality that belonged solely to Ryota.
He glanced toward the top of Babel Tower.
The divine chamber that once belonged to Freya was long empty.
Where in the world of DanMachi she was now—or if she'd been sent back to the heavens—
What did it matter to Ryota?
"It's over."
He thought the words, about to step away—when he felt a sudden weight slam into his back.
"Uwah—!"
A small, all-too-familiar figure had appeared out of nowhere, latching onto him.
"Mr. Ryota—! I finally found you!!"
It was Hestia.
The little goddess who once proclaimed Fried potato balls forever! was now clinging to him like a koala, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ryota's mouth twitched.
"…When did you get here?"
"You said you'd treat me to fried potato balls!"
Hestia's eyes shone.
"And you promised me ten! I remember it perfectly!"
"…."
Ryota couldn't help but laugh aloud.
The world… had finally returned to how it should be.
Feeling the Divine deep valley pressing into his back, Ryota didn't bother setting the little goddess down.
He patted her head, glanced at Ais and Lefiya beside him, and said slowly:
"Let's go."
"Today's fried potato balls are on me."
…
Three days later, Orario.
The sun shone bright, the streets bustled as before.
No one spoke of the statue that had collapsed overnight.
No one questioned why Freya had suddenly "left" Orario.
It was as if everyone had simply awoken from a "dream," continuing their daily lives as adventurers, citizens—pieces of the city.
The Loki Familia busied themselves with a new expedition.
Ouranos still maintained the Dungeon from below.
Everything seemed the same—but only Ryota knew the world had changed.
At that moment, atop Orario's highest point, in the chamber of Babel Tower, Ryota slowly opened his eyes.
He lay on a bed more luxurious than any temple's, with familiar, warm breaths on either side.
On his left was Ais, curled up, a faint smile at her lips as though reliving a pleasant dream.
On his right was Lefiya, the foolish elf's face flushed red even in deep sleep.
And sprawled atop his chest—Hestia, her small face buried, snoring softly, murmuring in her sleep:
"Fried potato balls… fried potato balls…"
Ryota gently moved her aside, only for the blue-ribboned goddess to cling back like an octopus.
Over the past three days, she'd gotten used to using him as her personal pillow.
To avoid waking her, Ryota worked his arms free like solving a puzzle, then carefully slipped out his legs.
After some effort, he finally escaped the warm trap.
If the three of them had anything in common—it was that none of them were wearing clothes.
Ryota grabbed a pair of sleep pants and pulled them on, leaving his upper body bare as he stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
He looked down at Orario waking below, feeling the power flowing through the air—
A Falna system higher than the gods, a power truly his own.
Silent, yet permeating the city.
Nameless, yet embedded deep in every heart.
At this moment, Ryota was no one's Familia member, no god's emissary.
He was Ryota—Orario's light of the future, the core of a new faith for this world.
And the jaw-dropping rewards for Main Quest Phase Four had been fully calculated the night before.
He'd simply been too "occupied" to check.
But the power was undeniably there.
The Phase Four rewards were lavish.
Nine-Tails chakra, Sage chakra, and Hashirama cells—the classic trio.
A chakra cap boosted by six hundred thousand. Wood Style: Laughing Buddha Jutsu and Cutting Sprigs Jutsu.
But these were secondary to Ryota.
With a thought, a golden phantom door appeared before him, visible only to himself.
It floated in the void, identical to the gate he'd seen in the Trial Space.
Ancient, indecipherable runes covered it. The frame seemed forged from the very rules of the universe, of a substance not belonging to the DanMachi world, exuding an indescribable depth.
This was the true core of the Phase Four reward.
What lay beyond the door? Ryota didn't know.
It could be a new world, or the origin of another identity.
But he had no intention of opening it yet.
"DanMachi's not done yet."
"There are things I need to wrap up."
He dismissed the golden door and summoned a new virtual frame:
[Forbidden Jutsu: Reanimation – Advanced Version]
[Current Chakra: 1,030,000]
[Constructed]:
Pain's Six Paths – Asura Path
Pain's Six Paths – Animal Path
Pain's Six Paths – Deva Path
[Available to Construct]:
Uchiha Madara – Cost: 1,000,000 Chakra
Senju Hashirama – Cost: 1,000,000 Chakra
Senju Tobirama – Cost: 1,000,000 Chakra
[Locked]: None
"Uchiha Madara… come out and meet me."
With that, Ryota lightly tapped forward.
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