Apparently, I had been reborn into wealth.
Extreme wealth.
The mansion I woke up in was enormous, easily the size of a small palace. Marble floors, tall glass windows, expensive artwork on the walls, and servants moving quietly through the halls.
A multimillionaire family.
Possibly even richer.
It seemed that mysterious god had decided to be generous.
Money, after all, was power.
Resources.
Freedom.
My father, from what I quickly gathered, was an intellectual. The head of a prestigious university, apparently. A well-known academic.
A fitting environment for the child of Athena.
But I barely cared.
Because at that moment…
I was screaming internally.
Pain ripped through my mind as memories flooded into me like an endless tidal wave.
Not fragments.
Not visions.
Memories.
Real memories.
The death of my parents as a child.
Loneliness.
Obsession.
I stood once again in the halls of the Konohagakure.
The academy classrooms.
Training endlessly.
Standing beside my teammates—
Jiraiya.
Tsunade.
And our teacher…
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
He had called me a genius.
I learned every jutsu he taught with frightening speed.
My talent grew rapidly.
Then came the war.
The Second Shinobi World War.
Blood.
Battlefields.
Death.
It was there I earned the name that would echo across the shinobi world.
Orochimaru.
Later came the contract with the snakes of Ryūchi Cave.
The path of the serpent.
Power.
Knowledge.
Evolution.
Then came the experiments.
My body.
My DNA.
Others.
My obsession with immortality.
Working alongside Danzō Shimura.
Researching the cells of Hashirama Senju.
The Third Shinobi World War.
My nomination for Fourth Hokage.
And then…
My downfall.
My experiments exposed.
My exile from the village.
My master's mercy allowing me to escape.
The founding of Otogakure.
My research continued.
Body switching.
Immortality.
Forbidden techniques.
I joined Akatsuki.
Tried to take the body of Itachi Uchiha.
Failed.
Later…
I killed my former teacher.
The battle with Hiruzen Sarutobi.
His sacrifice.
The Reaper Death Seal stealing my arms.
Then came Sasuke Uchiha.
My chosen vessel.
Three years of training him.
And eventually…
My death.
Sasuke killing me and taking my power.
Yet even that wasn't the end.
I emerged again.
Only to be sealed away by the Totsuka Blade.
Then the Fourth Great Ninja War.
Resurrection.
The reanimation of the Hokage.
Watching the war unfold.
Watching Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke win.
And afterward…
Peace.
A truce with the shinobi world.
Surveillance.
My research continuing.
Creating artificial humans.
Sending my son to the Hidden Leaf.
Investigating threats.
Confronting Victor.
Studying a false God Tree.
All of it.
Every moment.
Every decision.
Every emotion.
When the flood of memories finally ended…
I lay on the floor of the mansion bedroom, breathing slowly.
Something had become clear.
These were not borrowed memories.
Not visions.
Not implanted knowledge.
They were my life.
I had lived them.
I remembered every experiment.
Every betrayal.
Every discovery.
Every death.
I closed my eyes and slowly sat up.
My mind felt… terrifyingly clear.
Two lives.
One mind.
A modern scientist.
And Orochimaru.
Both of them were me.
I looked down at my small hands.
A twelve-year-old body.
But the mind inside it was centuries ahead of this world.
And somewhere beyond this mansion…
The world of Percy Jackson & the Olympians waited.
Gods.
Titans.
Demigods.
Monsters.
I smiled faintly.
"Greek gods…"
"I wonder how interesting their biology will be."