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Disciples detected in the Naruto Sub-World chanting your divine name. A sacrificial ritual is in progress.
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Believer: Orochimaru.
Sacrifice: Ten Thousand Serpents.
Multiplier Effect: ×10,000.
Reward Granted: Five-Star Beast – Purple Jade Heavenly Python
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You have received a trace of Faith Energy.
Ten-Million-Fold Amplification Activated.
Faith Transformed: 10 million units.
Reward: 2,000 Original Divine Power Points
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First-time Sacrifice Detected. Bonus Reward:
1,000 Purple Jade Heavenly Python Eggs.
Hatch to obtain infant divine beasts.
Lucian Carter, seated within the heart of his Divine Realm, inhaled sharply as the system messages echoed in his mind.
"T-Two thousand points of divine power…"
"A fully matured five-star divine beast…"
"One thousand sacred beast eggs...?"
He couldn't contain his grin.
Divine beasts were ranked from one to nine stars.
A five-star beast was no ordinary entity—it had true growth potential. With proper care, even a single one could become a powerful ally.
If just one of those eggs hatched into a nine-star legendary beast…
"I'd profit beyond belief."
And anything below five stars? Not even counted as sacred beasts—just glorified monsters.
These were gods' tools of war.
Lucian glanced across his Divine Realm where a glowing grove now brimmed with 1,000 luminous eggs, each pulsing with soft violet light.
His smile widened crookedly.
"A full clutch of elite-class divine serpents..."
"If even one ascends... jackpot."
"And Orochimaru—my first fanatic—has truly earned my favor."
With a flick of thought, Lucian's divine awareness spread outward, through the vastness of the God Domain's spiritual lattice.
His mind stretched beyond reality—searching for the world that offered the prayer.
He dove into the Sea of Chaos, peeling through layers of space-time like a golden serpent sliding through cosmic waves.
And then—he felt it.
A faint connection.
Barely detectable.
If not for his newly acquired divine senses, it would have vanished like a breeze.
"There you are…"
Lucian focused his divine will like a needle, piercing through the fabric of chaos.
The void around him shimmered and split.
And then—he saw it.
A world like a cracked eggshell, floating in a pale nebula.
Familiar.
Faintly glowing.
"It really does look like an underdeveloped plane."
"No vibrancy. No divine depth. But for a beginner god like me… it's perfect."
He appraised it instinctively.
In textbook divine cosmology, worlds with rich colors—deep greens, golds, violets—signified strong, living potential.
This world was bleak, soft gray. Dimmed.
But still fertile. Still usable.
"A good training ground."
Lucian's divine sense condensed further, transforming into a shard of pure intent and drilled directly into the eggshell world.
He had found it.
The altar.
The offering.
The thread of belief that connected him to this strange yet familiar realm.
But he couldn't descend physically yet—not without consequences.
This world, too fragile to handle the full descent of a god, would be torn apart by even a fraction of his true body.
"No... not directly."
"I need an anchor first. A vessel."
Lucian stood at the edge of divine perception, gazing into the Naruto world through the veil of its dimensional shell.
"If I descend with full power…"
He narrowed his eyes, calculating.
"Forget the planet—this entire dimension would collapse."
Even the projection of his divine form was far too vast for this fledgling world to withstand. He had to compress it—fold his divine essence again and again, until only a sliver of his will remained.
Then, he focused.
BOOM.
The skies above Naruto shifted violently.
Auspicious clouds twisted and swirled like a divine vortex.
The very world screamed in terror under the pressure of his gaze.
Storms erupted from nothing.
Space groaned like cracking glass.
The arrival of a god—even just his attention—shook the world like the coming of an apocalypse.
"The God… has arrived."
Orochimaru raised his head in awe.
And immediately screamed in agony.
Divine light pierced his eyes like needles of judgment. Blood streamed down his face.
He had been blinded—not by violence, but by trying to witness the face of a god.
Yet he did not regret it.
He knelt even lower, his head touching the stone of the altar.
"This is the Eternal God… The true god above all things."
Behind him, Sasuke and Kabuto lay collapsed on the ground, twitching like insects in a storm.
Their souls were trembling.
No words. No thoughts. Only instinct—submit or die.
In this world, in this moment, Lucian Carter was everything.
A single whim from him could reduce the planet to dust.
One careless breath, and time itself would unravel.
Sasuke Uchiha finally understood.
Why Orochimaru had healed.
Why he had submitted. Why he had worshipped.
"He really did find a god…"
In front of this overwhelming presence, everything else was meaningless.
Across the continent—
Black Zetsu, the so-called shadow of Kaguya, turned his eyes skyward in suspicion.
He caught a glimpse of the divine silhouette—and was instantly incinerated into ash.
His last thought?
"I am the son of the gods… how… can I…"
But the answer never came.
Back at the altar—
Lucian's full form did not manifest in the sky.
Instead, a single feature appeared:
A gigantic golden eye, brighter than the sun, glowing with divine authority.
It hovered above Orochimaru like a judgmental moon.
"Believer…"
"You called to me?"
The voice echoed like thunder layered over a symphony—both beautiful and terrifying.
Orochimaru immediately dropped to the ground, forehead scraping the stone as he kowtowed with trembling reverence.
"Great God of Eternity… your humble servant, Orochimaru, summoned you without warning…"
Lucian's voice responded—less harsh now, but still sovereign.
"This world is barely worthy."
"But you… my first believer… have done well."
"I grant you my grace. Accept it. Spread my name."
Orochimaru's body convulsed as golden light rained down from the sky.
Divine power flooded his form, cleansing him from the inside out.
His skin peeled like old snakeskin, decayed flesh falling away.
His blinded eyes reopened, fully restored.
His chakra surged, flowing like a river bursting through a dam.
His body burned with limitless vitality.
"This… this is divine grace?!"
Orochimaru let out a crazed, joyful laugh—tears mixing with the blood on his face.
In that moment, he realized—
"My pursuit of immortality… has finally reached its destination."
He had become the first apostle of the Eternal God.