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Turning to Madara, Qin Yi smiled and asked,
After a brief pause, he continued,
"The stronger the nation, the greater our gain."
"Power, unique abilities, eternal life."
"All of it can be obtained!"
Seated on the royal throne, Qin Yi observed a flicker of change in Madara's expression as he absorbed these words.
"Power and eternal life?" The corners of Madara's mouth curled downward into a sneer as he spoke. "Your Majesty, I am not a child. I won't fall for empty promises."
His words sparked anger in the three generals present, while Gandalf merely offered a knowing smile.
Madara was indeed a wild horse, difficult to tame. Until he witnessed the true extent of Qin Yi's power, he would not lower his head— even if he deeply desired something.
"With your strength and talent, it's understandable that you hesitate to follow my command." Qin Yi spoke with a faint smile.
Then, suddenly, his demeanor shifted. His expression turned serious, his voice carrying undeniable weight.
"However, understand this: once you enter my Qin's Nation, once you step into my King's World— your identity is set and cannot be changed."
"Your strength is bound to my kingdom. If we rise, you rise. If we fall— you will not escape death!"
Madara's expression darkened.
The atmosphere in the hall grew heavy and silence enveloped them.
After a long pause— about twenty measured breaths— Madara finally spoke, his voice firm with resolve.
"I will not follow your orders. Not yet. If you want me to submit, then defeat me— prove you are worthy of my respect!"
"No matter what mysterious power you wield, you cannot make me bow!"
Qin Yi's gaze sharpened.
"However, since we are now on the same path..."
Madara's voice rang out again, and the tense expressions around the hall softened. Smiles appeared.
This untamed beast still understood reason. He recognized that his fate was now intertwined with this kingdom.
"When you become strong enough, then I will consider submission."
Qin Yi shook his head, his confidence unwavering.
"It won't take long, Madara."
The proud Uchiha, despite his words of defiance, was already caught in Qin Yi's net. After their initial confrontation, he had sensed something strange.
A force, not of power but of will, seemed to restrain him. A feeling he could not shake.
He had resisted, but that resistance was weakening.
He was still free— yet somehow, deep within, something whispered that he belonged here. To Qin Yi. To this kingdom.
It was a feeling akin to roots sinking into the earth. A strange sense of belonging.
After leaving Konoha, he had wandered like a lone ghost, yet now... he felt as if he had found a place to exist.
In the hall, Wan Qiu silently brought tea for the gathered figures before quietly withdrawing.
Discussions stretched deep into the night, continuing until dawn.
Qin Yi stretched as he stepped out of the palace hall. Though it bore the title of a palace, the royal complex spanned only a thousand square meters. It had gardens, long pavilions, and rockeries, but it lacked the grandeur of an empire's seat of power.
As the new day dawned, the citizens of the royal city emerged from their homes, their spirits renewed.
In groups, they moved toward the outskirts, carrying hoes and farming tools, ready to cultivate the land.
Since the king's arrival, the land itself had been revitalized. The once-barren fields now flourished. That morning, a gentle drizzle fell, nourishing the soil in silence.
The kingdom was moving toward a brighter future.
"A ruined kingdom, a relic of the past. I wonder how it has even survived in this endless void of the starry sky."
A calm voice spoke from behind. Qin Yi smiled without turning.
"Madara, you should know— this universe does not consist of just one world."
"If I told you there were countless worlds, each just as real as the one you come from— would you believe it?"
Madara stepped forward and then halted, deep in thought. After a long silence, he spoke two words.
"I believe."
This world had already shattered the foundation of his understanding.
"Like the moon in your sky, many dimensions exist in spherical forms."
"But some are grander, more vast. Some are universes— each teeming with life, each with its own power structures."
Qin Yi's voice was soft yet firm.
"The world you knew is but one among countless others. And the strength you believe to be absolute? In the grand scheme of things, it is insignificant."
"The way you view powerless commoners in your world— there exist beings who view you the same way."
Madara's pupils contracted, shock flashing in his eyes.
"Are there truly such powerful existences?"
"The Rikudō Sennin... Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo— are they not strong enough?"
"In your world, they stand at the pinnacle," Qin Yi said indifferently. "But if they stepped into a realm where gods reign or where Immortal dominates, they would be nothing more than ants."
"With a mere snap of the fingers, they could be erased."
Madara's breath hitched.
"This world is just our starting point," Qin Yi continued. "Ahead of us lie even grander realms."
"Martial civilizations. Immortal's Way. Divine civilizations. Technological empires. There are entire realms of existence beyond your comprehension."
"Your origins limit your vision, blind you to the greater reality beyond."
"That is why I call this an opportunity— to change your fate."
Madara fell into silence.
The weight of this revelation was immense. Too much to digest all at once.
In mere days, the worldview he had upheld for years was crumbling before him.
Then, Qin Yi delivered another crushing blow.
"The stone tablet in the Naka Shrine— the one that shaped the Uchiha's destiny— it is fake. A mere scheme to manipulate you. To use you."
Madara's entire body trembled as disbelief flashed in his expression. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.
"How... how could you possibly know that?"
Qin Yi turned to face him, locking eyes with the legendary Uchiha.
"Madara, I know everything about you."
With those final words, Qin Yi stepped forward, brushing past him.
Madara stood rooted in place, his mind thrown into turmoil.
Impossible.
Everything within the Uchiha was supposed to be their deepest secret. How could Qin Yi know?
No one— not even his most trusted allies— had been allowed into the depths of his mind. There was no technique, no ability that could have extracted this knowledge.
Yet Qin Yi had spoken with absolute certainty.
After a long while, Madara finally exhaled.
A smirk played at the corner of his lips, intrigue flickering in his eyes.
"A future world, huh?"
He slowly lifted his head, gazing at the sky above.
The sunlight was blinding, yet at that moment, deep within his chest, a strange anticipation took root.
(End of Chapter)