The Days of Being the Richest Man in the Ninja World

Chapter 153. Accelerate the Plan

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A few days later—

The first-ever permanent account ban in the Ninja World had gradually faded from public attention. As for those dozens of game packs…

They had little impact on the game.

After all, one buyer got banned, and for some reason, the other never logged in again after that day.

To this day, the citizens of the Land of Fire still had no idea what had happened at that time.

…

Underground cave.

It was a place cool in summer, warm in winter, and even had an internet connection—a true haven for shut-ins.

At this moment—

A pitch-black figure wore a pitch-black expression as he stared at an old man with pipes inserted into his back, his hair white as snow, seated on a stone chair beside him.

Then, he turned his gaze toward a grinning White Zetsu standing in front of him.

"What are you guys doing, you idiots?"

Mom was still waiting for him to save her!

Yet now—

The designated puppet was nowhere to be found, and Uchiha Madara was on the verge of dying from anger?!

Black Zetsu had been hiding in Madara's shadow all this time, waiting for the perfect moment to become his will, oversee his chosen successor, and ensure that everyone followed his plan to the letter.

He had waited a thousand years for this. He had finally found the perfect reincarnation of Indra. All that was left was for Madara to be revived, the Ten-Tails to be summoned, and then…

Mom would be free!

But now—

Madara was about to keel over, and they still hadn't found a replacement puppet?!

"Do you morons not realize he's already old?! And you let him waste time playing some… online game?!"

Not to mention—

Lately, the money he had saved for a thousand years seemed to be… a lot less.

What the hell were these White Zetsus doing?!

Drinking milk tea? Playing video games? And now, dragging Uchiha Madara into it too?!

Were they complete idiots?!

"Get back on track and make Madara choose a successor—now!"

"We tried! We really tried!" One White Zetsu raised its hand, looking wronged as it spoke. "But something unexpected happened… Uchiha Obito became too famous! He made a name for himself in the Third Ninja World War! If he replaces Madara, it'll definitely expose us!"

"Then make sure he doesn't get exposed! Use some other damn jutsu!" Black Zetsu was beyond exhausted. These weapons Mom had created were never normal to begin with—especially that one with the spiraled face. Ever since it got infused with Hashirama's cells, it had become even weirder.

He took a deep breath. As Mom's will, he was the only one who could lead these idiots forward. "That kid is the perfect choice! According to White Zetsu's reports, he's already awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan! Combined with his space-time ninjutsu, no one is more suited to fall into darkness!"

With that—

All the White Zetsus shrugged helplessly.

"Too bad… we failed."

It wasn't that they didn't try. But, somehow, things had taken an unexpected turn.

"He doesn't care about women anymore. Kakashi became a Jinchuriki. And… according to the White Zetsu playing the role of Obito's grandmother… Obito might have some… mental issues."

"An unstable Uchiha is a proper Uchiha! Stop making excuses for your incompetence!"

"…"

That… actually made a lot of sense.

The White Zetsus numbly nodded their heads in agreement.

Just then—

Black Zetsu's gaze turned icy again. His voice was cold and commanding. "Tell the White Zetsu playing his grandmother to deepen her bond with Obito. Then—have her 'accidentally' die. Best if she dies at the hands of the Hokage! Make him hate Konoha!"

Silence.

Then—

A White Zetsu scratched its head hesitantly. "Uh… about that… That White Zetsu applied to return to base a few days ago. Apparently, Obito… misunderstood something."

A misunderstanding?

What kind of misunderstanding?

"He thought his grandmother was… secretly seeing another man?"

"So… Obito said he would support her decision. He's moving out. He doesn't want to interfere with her happiness."

"…WTF?!"

Black Zetsu was stunned.

What the hell?!

Did… he just hear that wrong?!

The 'grandmother plan' failed too?!

"What the hell have you morons been doing all these years?!"

With that said…

All the White Zetsus exchanged awkward smiles.

"No, no! It was just… a little accident!"

"Yeah! A tiny accident!"

"It's not us who are wrong, it's the world!"

Black Zetsu sighed helplessly. "Forget it! As long as nothing happened to the Rinnegan, it's fine."

At those words—

He suddenly noticed the White Zetsus whistling and looking away. His expression darkened. "…The Rinnegan didn't get messed up, did it?"

"No, no! Of course not!"

"Impossible! Have trust in us!"

"No! It's just… he hasn't fallen into darkness yet!"

"…"

The entire plan was… behind schedule.

Black Zetsu fell silent again.

If he had eyelids, they might have twitched just now.

These White Zetsus—aside from drinking milk tea, playing games, and recharging 648, had they done anything else?!

Oh, wait.

They also almost pissed Uchiha Madara to death.

In the end, Black Zetsu's expression turned cold. "Starting today—your activity funds are being cut."

They didn't need to eat, drink, or even use the poop!

Why the hell were they wasting money?!

"As for Nagato… as long as the Rinnegan is fine, we don't need to worry about him for now. Right now, focus on executing the plan properly. Guide Madara so I can fully become his will!"

"What about Uchiha Obito?"

"Continue to strengthen his bonds and drive him into darkness! Madara is about to wake up. Remember—don't make him angry again!"

"Understood, understood!"

The White Zetsus pounded their chests confidently, all speaking in unison.

Just as Black Zetsu was merging back into Madara's shadow—

"Mm…"

A low groan sounded.

The White Zetsus froze.

Then—

They immediately rushed over, wailing dramatically. "Madara-sama! You're awake!"

"Aah! We thought you wouldn't wake up!"

"Madara-sama, what's your account password? I forgot."

Bang!

A certain White Zetsu got smashed into the ground, but the rest ignored it. Their attention was solely on Madara.

"Madara-sama is finally awake!"

"I am still alive?" Madara slowly touched his chest, his breathing even weaker than before. As if recalling something, his aura flared for a brief moment, and his eyes sharpened. "Where… is that guy?"

"Madara-sama! Madara-sama! He got banned!"

"Yeah! A permanent ban!"

"Madara-sama, forget about him! He must have been cheating since his account has been banned!"

"You won, Madara-sama!"

"That's right! Madara-sama won!"

The White Zetsus desperately showered him with flattery, afraid that he might pass out from anger again.

And more importantly—

There was no more money left!

Black Zetsu was furious.

Right now, their top priority was to get Madara back on track with the plan.

So, no more going online. It was bad for his health. They would handle it instead.

After all—

They had already paid for the internet bill.

However, Madara fell silent for a moment. Then, he scoffed coldly and spoke in an indifferent tone. "Help me up."

"Huh? Madara-sama… do you need to use the poop?"

Bang.

Another White Zetsu got smashed into the ground. Madara ignored it and calmly asked, "How much longer… can I live?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

The White Zetsus exchanged confused glances, unsure why Madara would ask such a thing. After scratching their heads, one of them finally replied, "As long as Madara-sama doesn't get angry… you can still live~"

"Really?" Madara's eyes narrowed slightly. A self-mocking smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. "It looks like the plan needs to be accelerated!"

He had had enough of this useless body.

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