The Days of Being the Richest Man in the Ninja World

Chapter 154. I'm Not Dead Yet

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"It's been so many days… why hasn't he been online yet?" Yuto stared at the data in confusion.

His profile picture had been dark for days. He hadn't been online at all. Did something happen? Maybe he got so angry that he quit the internet entirely?

Yuto absentmindedly touched his chest, feeling a faint ache.

As expected.

In the end—

He was still a man with a conscience.

He couldn't bring himself to scam or cheat an old man stuck in the ICU, surviving on life support.

That's why he had immediately pulled out. He had cut contact right away—because he was afraid of scamming Madara out of his coffin savings.

All of Konoha knew… He was an honest, kind-hearted, and morally upright businessman.

He couldn't bear the guilt.

Not being online was good.

The internet was a deep, treacherous sea—far too dangerous for an old-timer like him.

Yuto sighed sentimentally and took a sip of tea.

Suddenly—

"Knock, knock."

His eyes widened as he glanced at his computer screen. Seeing something unexpected, he slammed his teacup down, hands flying across the keyboard.

"I can't use [The Richest Man in Konoha] anymore… I need a new username."

…

As long as he didn't get angry, he could still hold on.

But so what?

What he wanted… was to prove to Hashirama that he was right and create a world of true peace.

Instead of being like now… just sleeping forever!

So—

The plan had to move forward.

Looking back now, it was laughable.

Hashirama was dead.

Yet he had wasted his time fighting over boring things with some random guy. He was getting old after all!

Of course—

It wasn't him who was wrong!

It was Hashirama!

If Hashirama wasn't wrong and had just listened to him, why would he be like this now?

Although he had prepared a backup plan, and when the time came, he could revive himself using the Rinnegan… right now, he needed someone to carry out his plan after his death.

So—

There was no more time to waste on boring things.

Nothing in this ninja world interested him anymore—except guiding the ninja world toward true peace.

With a blank expression, Madara entered his login credentials.

This time.

No gaming. No distractions.

All he needed to do was execute his plan.

However—

Behind him, the White Zetsus watched anxiously, their eyes flicking to the newly added life-support tubes. This time, reviving Madara had cost them dearly. They had already sacrificed many of their own.

Therefore, there must be no more accidents. If there were any more accidents… even if they threw in more White Zetsus, it might not be enough.

After all—

Madara's life depended entirely on White Zetsu cells to sustain him.

If he died—he was dead!

In the ninja world—

The only way to bring back the dead was through the Rinnegan!

But using the Rinnegan now was impossible. The plan hadn't even begun yet.

So, they had to watch him carefully and make sure he didn't start gaming again!

Besides—

Black Zetsu knew.

The money was gone.

No more milk tea.

No more 648.

And just then—

Ding Ding!

Hearing the sound, White Zetsu blinked. He looked at the corner of the computer screen.

"Huh? Someone just added Madara-sama as a friend!" The spiral-faced White Zetsu leaned in curiously. "Is it that guy again? Did he make a new account to taunt Madara-sama?"

"Tch! Does he have a death wish?"

"Tomorrow, I'll track his IP address!"

"Let's kill him!"

"Madara-sama, don't bother with him—just leave it to us!"

Behind him, the White Zetsus spoke in unison, their tones full of hostility. Madara paused, slightly furrowing his brows as he glanced at the blinking friend request icon. Then, he let out a cold, disdainful laugh.

Not just any random stray cat or dog could enter his friend list!

In this entire ninja world—

Only Hashirama had ever earned his recognition!

He clicked the chat window open and was about to close it…

But—

"Huh? That's strange~" the spiral-faced White Zetsu muttered. "It doesn't seem to be that guy!"

Hearing this, the other White Zetsus also looked over in confusion. If it wasn't that guy, then who had dared to add Madara-sama as a friend?

Even Madara himself frowned slightly and glanced at the message.

On the screen, the text read:

[Hello! I am the manager of Yuto Group.]

[A few days ago, I saw how you spent millions without hesitation, boldly and generously. It's clear you are a man of immense wealth.]

[Right now, our company has an exclusive financial opportunity available for select individuals only. This is a top-secret investment project—ordinary people have no access to it.]

[We are running out of time, so I'll get straight to the point. It's called the '1024 Financial Project.' As long as you invest…]

"Boring." Madara scoffed, uninterested. He barely skimmed the message before closing the chat window.

Money?

If he, Uchiha Madara, wanted money—he could have as much as he pleased!

Other than Hashirama—

No one was worthy of working with him!

Behind him, the White Zetsus hesitated for a moment.

Then—

They exchanged glances.

Wait a second… wasn't this about making money?

But since Madara-sama wasn't interested, they quickly dismissed the thought and returned to watching over him.

Madara-sama could not afford another incident.

At that moment—

Madara fell into brief thought, then casually asked, "What's Uchiha Obito's [Nin-Nin] account ID?"

Silence.

Then—

"I know! I know!"

"Me too!"

"If you know, that means we all know!"

"Yes!"

Madara's face darkened.

"Just hurry up and tell me!"

These idiots!

"Okay, okay!"

They had no idea what Madara-sama was planning, but they obediently gave him the username. Madara's eyes flashed as if he had thought of something. Without hesitation, he opened the friend request window and entered Obito's ID.

…

Meanwhile.

On the other side—

Yuto frowned.

No response.

The friend request failed.

What the hell?

Was the [1024 Financial Project] not tempting enough?

According to the system logs, Madara had already seen the message.

As expected—

Uchiha Madara was just too rich. He probably didn't care about such small-scale rebates.

Or…

Did he realize it was a huge pit?

Yuto scratched his head.

Seeing no reply, he let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "Forget it. I already know where they live anyway. If this plan doesn't work, I'll just find another way!"

…

Ding Ding!

Friend request accepted.

Madara sighed, staring at the username on the screen, [The Man Who Will Become Hokage]. His expression darkened.

"How childish."

Once upon a time, wasn't he a man who wanted to become Hokage?

But—

He was deceived by Hashirama.

It was impossible for a Uchiha ninja to become Hokage.

"Madara-sama! Madara-sama!" The spiral-faced White Zetsu hesitated for a moment before curiously asking, "What are you planning to do?"

"It's time for him to join us."

"Obito? But… he hasn't fallen into darkness yet!"

"The moment he awakened the Mangekyo, darkness was born in his heart. Once he understands that this world is an illusion—a falsehood—and with my guidance… he will come to realize the truth." Madara's eyes gleamed red, flickering with a cold glint. His gaze turned sharp. "I can't wait any longer!"

If persuasion failed—

He had other ways to control the boy.

So, Madara fell silent for a moment. Then, his hands returned to the keyboard.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

[Kid! I am Uchiha Madara. I'm not dead yet…]

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