Starting with rogue ninjas, building the insect kingdom.

Chapter 537 The Terrifying Isolated Island Effect

The divine painter raised his right hand, holding a black brush between his index and middle fingers, and gently drew a line in the air.

A streak of ink appeared out of thin air, rapidly extending, twisting, and expanding, transforming into a gigantic black snake in the blink of an eye.

The snake is jet black, as thick as a barrel, and over twenty meters long.

It opened its blood-red maw, but there was no tongue inside; only endless darkness.

The four heavenly elephants were stunned.

No, you're not following the usual procedure?

"Wait, wait a minute—" The Winter-shaped figure instinctively stepped back, the ninja tool hammer in his hand clattering to the ground. "We can talk this out, we can—"

The black serpent gave them no chance to speak, and with a sudden coil, it wrapped all four celestial beings around in the center.

The snake's body tightened so fast that there was no time to scream; all that could be heard was a series of crisp cracking sounds—the sound of bones snapping instantly.

The four men were twisted and writhed under the constriction of the snake's body, blood spurting from the gaps. The whole process took less than two seconds, and screams of agony followed one after another.

Then, the black snake continued to twist and contract, swallowing the remains of the four people completely.

Soon its abdomen swelled up with a huge bulge, and then it slowly began to wriggle, as if it were digesting something or nurturing something.

About three minutes.

The black snake's abdomen suddenly tightened, then writhed in waves, and four giant eggs, each the size of an adult, rolled out from the end of its tail.

click -

The egg cracked.

A pale hand emerged from the eggshell, followed by an arm, a shoulder, and a head. A naked person with perfectly sculpted muscles stood before them.

Then came the second, third, and fourth people, who, after being modified, have become androids.

Of course, it's not the kind of advanced android that retains self-awareness and personality.

The artificial human god-painting saint is not made; it is the lowest-level mass-produced type.

They basically lack independent thinking and rely entirely on instructions from others.

In exchange, their physical strength was greatly enhanced, with muscle density, nerve reaction speed, and chakra extraction efficiency far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Of course, their craftsmanship has been preserved, and has even become more precise and efficient because there is no emotional interference.

The Divine Painter put away his brush and nodded in approval: "Not bad. His overall combat strength is estimated to be about four times that of his previous life. Indeed, human emotions are what hold him back."

"News has come from within the organization that the leader has some big news to share: he is preparing to resume the planting of the sacred tree."

The Divine Painter stroked his chin and asked, "Are you eyeing that treasure trove in Konoha? Have you conducted the collision experiment between the two spaces? What were the results?"

"You know, I don't understand technical things."

The Divine Painter didn't continue, but changed the subject: "Let's put this matter aside for now and deal with the immediate issues first."

He turned to look at the mass-produced android with its empty eyes and said calmly, "Your mission is to go to Konoha Village, present a letter of credence as envoys from Takumi-nin Village, and probe Konoha's current strength and attitude. Assess whether they have any value and can become an aid in the fight against the 'Insect Demon'."

Konoha is in a subspace state, making it difficult to find. However, they had already arranged spatial coordinates and were skilled in manipulating space.

The four mass-produced androids spoke simultaneously, their voices uniform and devoid of any emotion: "Yes, sir."

They turned around and walked in unison toward the base exit, like four machines that had been started.

As Shen Tu Huasheng watched their figures disappear at the end of the passage, he turned his gaze back to the holographic projection.

Recently, there has been a violent energy reaction in the Land of Thunder, and the Thunder Immortal Insect is being conceived. At this moment, he is hesitating whether or not to cause damage.

However, he ultimately shook his head and chose to give up. At present, the strength of the Shell organization is still very weak and incomplete. The only true top-tier powerhouse is the leader, Jigen.

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Konoha Village in an alternate dimension.

Because there are no longer merchants coming and going from the outside world, the former prosperity and bustle are gone.

For more than a year, no one had been exposed to anything new, and life was rather dull.

Especially things like TV addicts, they've all disappeared from their lives.

If they had never seen it before, they might be able to tolerate it, but they have seen television, watched TV programs, and played video games.

Although there is no shortage of food and drink, the leisurely days of farming are becoming increasingly unbearable.

The village of Konoha, where they live, is like an isolated island, completely detached from the real world. In the past six months, nearly a hundred suicides have occurred in Konoha.

Tsunade was deeply troubled by this, so she specially set up a gambling den in Konoha and created her own currency, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

There's no way around it; there are too few people in Konoha, with a current population of less than eight thousand. In the past few days, everyone had gotten used to living a collective life, and the sudden change was a bit disorienting.

But life goes on, and people have to live.

Out of desperation, they turned to illusion magic, the kind that can simulate different scenarios and provide different sensations.

Within Konoha, only Uchiha Sasuke could allow others to experience this kind of genjutsu. His reading became the last salvation for the spiritual world of the people of Konoha.

The sun overhead was bright but didn't seem real at all. Its rays fell down, the temperature was just right, but something just didn't feel right.

Sarutobi Asuma stood on a high ground outside the village, squinting as he looked up at the sky.

The sun's shape was indistinct, its halo spreading diffusely across the gray-white dome.

He looked away, rubbing his temples. Every time he looked at these things, they made him feel depressed, so it was better not to look at them at all.

Although there may be rain in the air and wind in the world, they are essentially just the regular, fixed-time operation of this world, so fake that they become somewhat boring and repulsive.

Beyond Konoha, there is no other scenery; the outer edge of the vast Death Forest is a void, seemingly without any boundary.

It wasn't actually nothingness; there were no people, all the land was turned white, the soil crumbled when squeezed, and occasionally, grass would grow outwards from the edges.

There are also hills of varying heights in the distance, but they appear as if they were drawn by someone else, with a regular pattern in their height and undulation.

"The wind is picking up again." Kurenai stood beside him, her voice soft. "It's so quiet here!"

Asma lit the cigarette he had in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils, which was then dispersed by the wind.

Konoha Village unfolds beneath my feet, with houses, streets, training grounds, and schools, all in perfect order.

People were walking on the street, children were chasing and playing in the open space, and ninjas were leaping and darting between rooftops. It looked much the same as before.