The desolate, craggy expanse of the Ninja World, where Obito Uchiha had drawn his last, desperate breath, pulsed with a raw, residual energy. Lilith stood at its epicenter, a figure of serene yet terrifying power, her crimson hair a vivid flame against the muted tones of the dawn. The very act of consuming Obito Uchiha had been a profound, almost spiritual communion, a violent intimacy that transcended mere physical absorption. Within the ever-expanding galaxy of her consciousness, the fragmented universe of his mind erupted, a torrent of data, emotions, and millennia of gathered knowledge.
She absorbed it all: the brutal efficacy of his fighting styles, honed through countless battles and betrayals; his cold, calculating tactical genius; the intricate web of his influence over the Akatsuki and the shadowy underbelly of the Ninja World. Every hidden village secret he possessed, every historical event he had manipulated, even the terrifying echoes of Otsutsuki lore he had gleaned from his own cosmic understanding – all became hers. It was not a struggle, not a forced ingestion. Her perfected mind, a crucible forged from transmigration and divine evolution, simply processed. The immense data stream flowed, integrated, categorized, and became an indelible part of her inherent understanding, as effortless as breathing.
Then, Lilith opened her eyes.
The change was absolute, breathtaking. The vibrant crimson, a signature of her Uzumaki rebirth, receded, replaced by a profound, almost hypnotic scarlet that swirled with three perfectly formed tomoe in each pupil. The Sharingan blazed in both her eyes, a testament to an impossible feat. This was not a transplant, not a borrowed power. Through the alchemical process of her absorption, the very genetic and spiritual essence of Obito's ocular prowess had been synthesized and integrated into her own unique physiology. They were her Sharingan now, an intrinsic part of her ascended being, a natural extension of her futanari form that transcended the limitations of single-gendered biology and typical bloodline inheritance. The world around her snapped into a terrifyingly sharp focus, every individual chakra pathway, every subtle shift in intention, every minute detail of the desolate landscape laid bare with crystalline precision.
A slow, chilling smile unfurled on her lips. To possess two active Sharingan was a legend in itself, a feat attributed only to the most powerful of Uchiha, and even then, often with dire consequences. Yet for her, it was seamless, utterly natural. The power hummed, a silent, resonant chord played across her newly attuned senses. She effortlessly dissected the intricate layers of any illusion, saw the precise angles of chakra flow, understood the subtle tells of deception, and felt the unspoken intentions hidden within the shadows of the Ninja World.
With a whisper of her will, the golden chains that had been her instruments of vengeance and symbols of reclaimed power, shimmered. They did not simply disappear or dissolve into thin air. Instead, they folded inward, not physically, but as pure chakra constructs, absorbed into the boundless reservoir of her essence. They became one with her, an invisible, omnipresent weapon she no longer needed to display. It was a deliberate act of supreme self-sufficiency, a powerful declaration that her power was now so absolute, so ingrained, that it required no external manifestation. She was no longer defined by the chains, but by the boundless energy they once embodied. Her form remained perfect, her existing clothes, though tattered, clung to her, emphasizing the raw, unadorned power of her being.
"The weaknesses of the Uchiha," Lilith murmured, her voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate with the combined wisdom of countless absorbed souls, "are their attachments. Their power, a double-edged sword born of love and loss. But for me..." Her newly acquired Sharingan spun, not with the frenetic passion of the Uchiha, but with the cold, analytical precision of a cosmic supercomputer, processing data from the desolate landscape, categorizing, and understanding. "For me, it is pure knowledge. Pure potential. Stripped of all sentiment." She saw the Uchiha's history of madness and grandeur, their inherent flaws, and their devastating brilliance, all devoid of the emotional baggage that had driven them to ruin. She was beyond their curse.
Her understanding of Kamui was now absolute. Where Obito had been limited by the physical manifestation of his eye, Lilith's version, integrated with her Mythical Flying Thunder God Jutsu, was a seamless, instantaneous spatial manipulation. She could now phase through any obstacle not just by sending parts of herself to the Kamui dimension, but by directly manipulating the fabric of space around her, becoming temporarily intangible to attacks or instantly transporting sections of her body without physical travel. This made her effectively untouchable, capable of bypassing any defense, any barrier, any attack, with a mere thought. The combination was a horrifying elegance, turning her into an omnipresent phantom on any battlefield.
She extended a hand, and with a mere flicker of her enhanced perception, copied the intricate hand seals of a jutsu she had just observed in Obito's vast, integrated memories—a complex, high-level elemental release he had used against the Allied Shinobi Forces. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. It was simply known, immediately understood, and ready for execution, etched onto the very landscape of her inner mind. The same effortless mastery extended to countless other jutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu forms previously beyond her grasp. Even the nuanced applications of the Rinnegan, understood through Obito's deep, albeit indirect, knowledge of it, now settled into her comprehension, providing a framework for future integration with Nagato's own unparalleled ocular power.
This new level of integration, the effortless mastery of an entirely new set of abilities, solidified her place beyond mortal shinobi, beyond even the arrogant celestial beings like the Otsutsuki. She was a living compendium of the Ninja World's most potent powers, and she was only just beginning to truly understand the boundless depths of her own capabilities.
A chilling satisfaction settled in her core. Obito's end was not merely vengeance; it was an ascension. His eyes, his knowledge, his very will—now hers. And with them, the path to the true Uzumaki rebirth had become even clearer, sharper, and more terrifyingly inevitable. The power vacuum left by Obito's decisive demise was immense, a silent invitation for new forces to rise. And Lilith, the Progenitor of the Uzumaki Rebirth, was prepared to fill that void. She would use the shadows, the secrets, and the sheer, unbridled power she now commanded to weave a new tapestry of destiny across the Ninja World, where the Uzumaki, reborn and unyielding, would once again claim their rightful place. She was ready to begin.
As the raw essence of Obito's Mangekyo flowed through her integrated mind, the three tomoe in each of her Sharingan eyes began to spin with dizzying speed. They elongated, twisting into a distinct, familiar pattern – Obito's unique Mangekyo Sharingan design, now imprinted on her own crimson-flecked irises. This was the moment. The key. Not only did she wield the base Sharingan, but the terrifying power of Kamui was now fully awakened within her, in both eyes, negating any need for Kakashi's borrowed power or external dependence.
She closed her eyes for a fleeting second, testing the limits. The ability to phase, the Kamui Hollow, was no longer a timed technique, a desperate avoidance of attacks. It was an uninterrupted state. She could exist in a constant state of intangibility, allowing anything to pass through her, making her utterly untouchable, a ghost in physical form. It was not merely evasion; it was omnipresence.
Then, her consciousness stretched. The dark, swirling, oppressive void of Obito's Kamui dimension, a place of isolated suffering and cold calculation, was instantly and profoundly transformed. It bloomed into a vast, ethereal expanse of crimson, pulsating with her very essence, a vibrant, terrifying reflection of her own internal galaxy. This was her personal pocket dimension now, an extension of her will, a safe haven, a prison, a training ground, a storehouse – limitless in its potential and bound solely to her.
And the offensive might of Kamui. The Kamui Offensive Space Tear, previously a potent, but often slow and chakra-intensive technique, was now instantaneous. With a mere glance, a thought, she could rip open the fabric of space, instantly distorting targets, tearing them apart, or creating portals for devastating, unseen attacks. Distance and physical integrity became meaningless before her will.
A terrifying hum resonated deep within her being. It was the call of the ultimate defense, the absolute offense. A surge of potent chakra, distinct yet perfectly harmonious, erupted from her core. It was the culmination of countless souls, of inherited bloodlines, of absorbed power, coalescing into something monumental.
With a silent, inner command, the ground around her began to crack, sending fissures across the desolate landscape. A colossal, ethereal form began to rise from the very earth, shimmering with condensed chakra. This was no ordinary Susanoo, a brute force projection of Uchiha will. This was her Susanoo.
It towered, easily 250 meters high, a breathtaking manifestation of raw power. Its form was undeniably female, sculpted with an elegant yet formidable grace, a living statue of wrath and creation. It did not wield the traditional sword of the Susanoo, for Lilith had no need for such conventional blades. Instead, its hands, impossibly vast, were balled into perfect, earth-shattering fists, and from its back, like countless arms reaching for the heavens, sprouted a dizzying array of a thousand smaller, ethereal limbs, each capable of delivering devastating blows.
"[Susanoo- Senju Kannon]," Lilith whispered, the name a pronouncement, a synthesis of ancient power and enlightened purpose. The Senju, known for their physical might and the First Hokage's Mokuton and Sage Mode, represented strength and life-giving energy. The Kannon, a Buddhist deity, often depicted with a thousand arms, symbolized compassion and boundless aid. A paradox, exquisitely fitting for Lilith – a being of absolute destruction and boundless creation.
With a subtle mental command, the gigantic Susanoo-Senju Kannon raised its myriad hands, and from its colossal palms, manifested a series of spinning, triple-bladed projectiles – the Yasaka Magatama. Unlike conventional versions, these were gargantuan, swirling with destructive energy, capable of leveling mountains with a single throw, each one a testament to the raw power contained within her new avatar.
And the cost? The crippling darkness, the irreversible decay that plagued all other Mangekyo users, the dreaded Mangekyo blindness? It was absent. For Lilith, with her limitless Uzumaki vitality, her profound Ashura lineage flowing purified through her veins, and the System's constant, silent perfection of her physiology, her eyes remained as clear, as sharp, and as vibrant as the moment they awakened. Mangekyo was a tool, not a curse. She had transcended its limitations, forged by a crucible of transmigration that no other Uchiha could ever comprehend.
However, As Obito's essence settled into her core, Lilith felt a foreign, yet profoundly resonant, presence. It was the genetic imprint of Hashirama Cells, deeply embedded within Obito's war-torn body. She had absorbed that too. Not as a direct awakening of Wood Style, no, that was a crude mimicry of power. Instead, her system meticulously extracted and integrated its pure vitality and genetic essence. This amplified her Uzumaki life force beyond measure, fusing with her Ashura lineage to create a singular, unparalleled wellspring of life energy that reinforced her Steel Flesh to an even more absolute degree. Her physical form became an impregnable bastion, a living concept of invulnerability that could withstand any force, any attack, any reality-bending assault. Her eyes, still blazing with the Mangekyo, began to churn. The familiar patterns of the tomoe swirled with increasing speed, merging, dissolving, and reforming into something entirely new. A profound, sacred pressure built behind her eyelids, a sense of cosmic evolution unfolding, a symphony of latent power awakening.
Then, with a gentle, terrifying pop, they opened.
The Sharingan was gone. In its place, in both her eyes, bloomed concentric ripples of power, but unlike Nagato's grey or Sasuke's purplish hue, Lilith's Rinnegan was a pure, dazzling crimson. It shimmered, vibrant and alive, reflecting the blood-soaked history of the Uzumaki, yet radiating a divine clarity that surpassed any known ocular power. This was not a borrowed eye; it was an organically evolved, inherent Rinnegan, born of her perfected Uzumaki physiology, Ashura lineage, and the integrated power of Hashirama and Obito. It was the ultimate visual manifestation of her divine sovereignty.
With the Pure Red Rinnegan, came the immediate, absolute mastery of all six paths. She felt the gravitational pull of the Deva Path, shaping attraction and repulsion with a thought; the mechanical enhancements and weapon summoning of the Asura Path, manifesting weapons from her very being; the soul-ripping insight of the Human Path, allowing her to extract truth and memories with a touch; the summoning prowess of the Animal Path, calling forth any creature her will desired; the chakra absorption of the Preta Path, draining energy from any source, living or otherwise; and the life-restoring/interrogating power of the Naraka Path, controlling life and death with divine authority. Each path was an extension of her will, effortless and instantaneous, limitless in its scope. But beyond the conventional paths, a new, horrifying truth manifested – a unique, primordial ability that whispered of true divine power:
[Shinjutsu: Crush Magic — Maximum Mastery (Ontological Erasure)]
The very concept of "crushing" matter shifted, transcending the physical. With a mere gesture, a thought, a focused gaze from her crimson Rinnegan, Lilith could reduce anything she touched to absolute nothingness. It was not disintegration, not explosion, not even atomization. It was ontological erasure. The matter simply ceased to be. Its existence was revoked from reality, utterly annihilated, leaving no trace, no residue, no echo. And at Maximum Mastery, its application was not limited to the tangible.
She felt the horrifying potential: She could "crush" an opponent's will, reducing their fighting spirit, their very sense of purpose, their identity, to non-existence with a psychic touch, leaving them a hollow shell. She could "crush" their chakra, turning their most powerful reserves into an empty void, irrevocably severing their connection to energy. She could "crush" the very space they occupied, collapsing reality around them until they were no more than a memory of a location, an absence where something once was. Its effectiveness was instantaneous and absolute, bypassing all forms of durability—physical invulnerability, regeneration, chakra shields, even abstract concepts like destiny or fate could be subjected to its chilling finality. It was a power that deleted existence itself, a fundamental command over the fabric of reality.
A cold, utterly satisfied smile played on her lips. She was no longer simply a prodigy, or a survivor. She was a force of nature, a living myth. The Ninja World, with all its established rules and hierarchies, its arrogant clans, its self-proclaimed gods, was utterly unprepared for what was coming. Her ultimate form was not just a weapon; it was a statement. And the statement was absolute. The building of her new clan, the reshaping of destiny – it would begin now, with a clarity and power previously unimaginable. The era of the Uzumaki had truly dawned.
Lilith's crimson eyes, blazing with the newly awakened Pure Red Rinnegan, fixed on the desolate landscape. The raw power thrummed within her, a symphony of divine command. Ten minutes. That was all it took. Ten minutes for her perfected mind to map the intricate pathways of the Six Paths, to comprehend the terrifying potential of Crush Magic, to grasp the essence of ontological erasure. It was not mastery, not yet, but fundamental understanding, a swift and total apprehension of new truths.
Then, with a subtle shift of will, the concentric ripples of her Rinnegan swirled, collapsing inward. The dazzling crimson receded, replaced by the familiar, intricate patterns of her Mangekyo Sharingan – Obito's unique design, vibrant and alive in her eyes. A beat later, the Mangekyo too softened, condensing into the three perfectly formed tomoe of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. And finally, as if shedding layers of potent perception, her eyes reverted to their natural, piercing crimson red. The transition was seamless, effortless, a testament to her absolute control and the adaptable nature of her evolved physiology. She needed to understand these abilities slowly, to integrate them into her very being before unleashing their full, terrifying potential. But for now, a more pressing matter called her back.
Lilith focused, a flicker of the Mythical Flying Thunder God Jutsu seal blooming in her mind, anchored to Nagato's distinct chakra signature. The world dissolved around her, only to reappear in the sterile hum of the Amegakure chamber.
Nagato, now fully upright, his own Rinnegan eyes wide with awe and a dawning, almost disbelieving happiness, stared at the spot where Obito had just been. The palpable absence of the masked man, the sudden void where a monumental power had resided, was clear.
"He... he's gone," Nagato whispered, his voice still hoarse but strong, laced with a fragile sense of freedom. His gaze then snapped to Lilith, and his eyes widened further. "Lilith! You... you were just here. And then you weren't. What... What happened? He just... vanished."
Lilith's crimson eyes met his. Her expression was calm, yet carried a profound gravity. "He's gone, cousin. Completely. Annihilated." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "He won't trouble you, or this world, again."
A profound silence descended, broken only by Konan's sharp intake of breath. Nagato, the god of pain, who had known only suffering and calculated destruction, felt a tremor run through him – not of fear, but of an overwhelming, unburdened relief. The sheer finality in Lilith's tone was absolute.
"Thank you," Nagato breathed, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. "I... I don't know how to thank you." He extended his hand, the crimson silk scroll clutched in his grasp. "He tried to control me. For so long. I was a puppet. But with your touch... I felt myself again. I felt... Uzumaki."
Lilith's gaze softened slightly, a rare hint of warmth in her otherwise impassive features. She stepped closer, her hand gently covering his over the scroll. "You are Uzumaki, Nagato. Always have been. And you are no one's puppet. Not anymore." Her eyes, though outwardly crimson, pulsed faintly with the echoes of her newly acquired Rinnegan. "And that brings me to something else."
She met his gaze, her voice dropping to a grim, foreboding whisper that resonated with the weight of ancient knowledge. "Your eyes, Nagato. Your Rinnegan. They are powerful beyond measure, yes. But they are not truly yours."
Nagato flinched, a subtle tremor passing through him. He had always known, deep down, a vague, unsettling truth about the Rinnegan. "What do you mean?"
"They were gifted to you," Lilith explained, her voice devoid of judgment, only cold, hard fact. "By Madara Uchiha. Implanted. They are not an inherent awakening of your Uzumaki blood. They are a tool. A borrowed power, meant to chain you to a destiny that was never your own. To serve the will of others."
Nagato's breath hitched. His mind, now clear and unclouded by pain, replayed fragmented memories – fleeting visions of Madara, of his own desperate yearning for peace twisted into a path of pain and control. The insidious, unseen threads that had bound him to Obito, to the Akatsuki's true purpose, now made horrifying sense. His eyes, the very source of his power, had been his ultimate prison.
Lilith watched his realization dawn, a quiet understanding passing between them. "I have just absorbed Obito. And through him, much of Madara's fragmented will, his history, his schemes. The truth of your eyes is clear to me." Her own crimson eyes held a terrifying depth, reflecting millennia of stolen power and cosmic ambition. "You were meant to be a pawn in a game far older than you could imagine. A prelude to a history that sought to erase all others."
Nagato slowly closed his Rinnegan, then opened them again, gazing at his reflection in a nearby medical instrument. The vibrant rings of power stared back, no longer symbols of his might, but of his unwitting subjugation. He saw the cold, detached gaze of a tool, not the warm, inherent vision of a family reborn.
"So," Nagato whispered, his voice laced with a newfound bitterness, "all this time... I was a puppet. Even my power was a lie."
Lilith placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, a silent promise of solidarity. "Not a lie, Nagato. A manipulation. But the truth begins now. The Rinnegan is a gift. A powerful one. And now, freed from the chains of its origin, it can truly serve. Not a prelude to their history, but a beginning to ours. The true history of the Uzumaki."
The rhythmic hum of Nagato's restored body, a steady, powerful beat, now felt like a distant memory in the Amegakure chamber. Konan, her paper wings subtly shimmering with renewed life, stood beside him, her loyalty a palpable force. Both watched Lilith, whose crimson eyes, now subtly shifting between their natural hue and the echoes of transcendent power, held the quiet certainty of a universe in flux. The very air itself thrummed, heavy with the residual energy of the System's recent, shattering pronouncements, a symphony of ascension.
[Ding...... You Awakened Three Tomoe Sharingan]
[Reward]: [All Uchiha Three Tomoe Sharingan Illusion (Mythical Version) Max Mastery]
[Ding.... You Awakened Mangekyou Sharingan]
[Reward]: [All Mangekyou Sharingan Illusion (Mythical Version) Max Mastery]
The first chimes resonated with Lilith like a forgotten melody finally made whole, reverberating through the very marrow of her being. Within her mind, the complex architecture of Uchiha illusions unspooled, not as mere information to be processed, but as an instantaneous, ingrained instinct. She didn't just understand the mechanics of deception; she felt the subtle art of warping perception, the terrifying precision of mental manipulation, the complete dominion over a target's reality. She internally tested it, a flicker of thought, and for a fleeting instant, the drab chamber walls shimmered with the vibrant tapestry of a blooming spring garden, utterly convincing, before snapping back.
From the simplest sensory disruption to the most profound, reality-bending genjutsu, every trick, every technique, was now hers. The "Mythical Version" meant that chakra costs were non-existent, detection impossible, and the execution instantaneous, unbound by mortal limitations. She could make an enemy's allies turn on each other in a frenzy of phantom rage, transform their safe haven into a burning hell of their deepest fears, or plunge them into a nightmare so vivid it would shatter their sanity in a single, agonizing second. This was not mere illusion; it was the ability to rewrite perception at a fundamental level, to manipulate the very fabric of an opponent's consciousness, to extract information without a touch, or drive them to madness with a mere glance. The thought of reshaping an entire battlefield, making armies fight phantoms, or collapsing the wills of generals with unseen horrors, brought a cold, predatory gleam to her crimson eyes.
[Ding..... You Awakened Absolute Top Class Rinnegan]
[Reward]: [Fairy Law, Fairy Glitter & Fairy Sphere (Mythical Version) Maximum Mastery]
This chime pulsed deeper, resonating with her very soul, stirring something primordial and absolute within her core. These weren't mere jutsu; they were fundamental forces, divine decrees, concepts previously alien to the Ninja World's chakra-based system.
Fairy Glitter (Stellar Radiance) — Maximum Mastery: She felt the conceptual drawing of light from every celestial body, not just local stars, but distant nebulae, swirling galaxies, every photon ever emitted across the cosmos. This immense, pure energy coalesced within her, a silent, internal supernova ready to be unleashed. It was the absolute weapon against "Darkness & Evil" as she defined it—not a physical attack, but a conceptual erasure, burning away existence with pure, distilled light. Its "no discernible casting time or visible build-up" meant it was instantaneous judgment, a terrifying cleansing, a verdict rendered by the cosmos itself, flowing through her. She felt its capacity to scour a city, to purify a landscape of corruption, with an invisible wave of cosmic fire.
Fairy Law (Absolute Judgment) — Maximum Mastery: The chilling clarity of this power settled into her being. It was the ultimate judgment, capable of removing all perceived enemies from existence within an "undefinable area." It bypassed all defenses, acting on the very concept of "enemy." It was a declaration, a thought made manifest, that simply scrubbed foes from reality. This aligned perfectly with her sense of karmic balance, a silent, absolute sweep of justice against those who opposed her vision. She felt the terrifying, serene purity of being an ultimate arbiter, the one who decided who was and who wasn't an enemy. No escape, no rebuttal, just non-existence.
Fairy Sphere (Universal Barrier) — Maximum Mastery: Here lay the absolute defense. She felt its invulnerability, its ethereal, impenetrable nature. This wasn't a chakra barrier or a physical wall; it was a bubble of inviolable reality, separating those within from any outside force. It protected against physical attacks, chakra assaults, temporal shifts, spatial collapse, even fundamental reality warping. It was a sanctuary, a portable haven that could be conjured instantly around any number of allies, providing absolute safety against any threat, any concept of destruction. The immense comfort it brought, the knowledge of being able to perfectly safeguard her nascent family, to create an untouchable haven in the midst of any conflict, brought a deep, silent satisfaction that bordered on reverence.
As these colossal, reality-bending powers integrated, a final, thunderous chime echoed, shaking the very air in the chamber. Nagato and Konan instinctively flinched, feeling the raw, boundless power radiating from Lilith. Nagato's Rinnegan pulsed erratically, trying to comprehend the immeasurable surge emanating from her. Konan's paper body rippled, her analytical mind struggling to grasp the sheer, conceptual magnitude of what was happening.
[Ding.... You Became The Strongest In The World]
[Reward]: [The Immortal Chakra Fruit]
A sensation of profound, immeasurable fullness bloomed within Lilith's core. The Immortal Chakra Fruit didn't physically materialize; instead, it became one with her spiritual core, a dense, shimmering orb of pure, unblemished energy. It was the ultimate wellspring, a direct conduit to infinite, pristine power, sealing her status as the absolute apex of the Ninja World's power hierarchy. She was not merely a vessel; she was the source, the limitless core of existence. Every cell, every atom of her being now pulsed with an inexhaustible supply of the purest, most concentrated chakra imaginable. There was no greater source, no more formidable reserve. She was the wellspring itself. The realization was not arrogant, but simply factual, an undeniable truth etched into her very soul.
And then, the ultimate declaration, a shift in her very destiny and a statement of her new dominion, bridging worlds:
[DIng..... You Became The Supreme Leader of Akatsuki]
[Reward]: [Earth World Free Access Where You Came From, It's Been A Month There]
The Akatsuki. Its entire network, its resources, its hidden bases, its remaining formidable members – all fell under her absolute command, absorbed and understood with the same instantaneous clarity as her other abilities. It was no longer a shadowy organization to be dismantled, but a perfectly tailored tool, a formidable legion for enacting her will across the Ninja World. She immediately saw its value for intelligence gathering, resource acquisition, and as a mobile, highly skilled strike force. She would repurpose its existing members and goals to serve her agenda of Uzumaki rebirth.
And the Earth World Free Access... Lilith's mind expanded further, encompassing her original reality. Not a distant memory, but a fully accessible location, a new, vast resource. A fleeting image of her old apartment, the sterile cubicle, the lonely quiet, passed through her mind – a brief, almost nostalgic pang for Rohan Sarkar, then dismissed as a past that had served its purpose. The fact that only one month had passed there was critical. This meant everything she left behind was still very much there. This was a gateway not just to new resources, but to a vast, untouched reservoir of potential. Advanced technologies (computing, engineering, medicine, communications) far beyond the Ninja World's understanding, diverse scientific knowledge, vast industrial capabilities, and unique resources not found here. Most importantly, it was a limitless population pool for the Uzumaki Rebirth Technique – a world full of "lost souls" unaware of chakra, perfect for conversion into pure Uzumaki, seeking purpose and belonging. She immediately began mentally mapping potential discreet access points, subtle ways to interact without causing global panic.
Lilith stood perfectly still amidst the vibrant influx of power. Her eyes, though outwardly calm and crimson, held universes within their depths. She was no longer merely transmigrated or evolving; she was the strongest entity in this world, a being with dominion over reality itself, now with direct access to her world of origin. The sheer breadth of her new capabilities was breathtaking, even to her. She had gained absolute control over illusion, ultimate offensive power against any perceived enemy, an invulnerable defense for her allies, limitless energy, a global organization, and free passage between worlds.
Nagato and Konan, still recovering from the confrontation with Obito, stared at Lilith, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of the transformation. Nagato's Rinnegan eyes were wide, reflecting a mix of awe, trepidation, and a burgeoning, almost desperate hope. Konan, usually analytical and composed, felt a primal sense of overwhelming force radiating from Lilith, a being that transcended anything they had ever encountered. The very air around them vibrated with power, a testament to the colossal shift.
"Lilith," Nagato finally managed, his voice hushed, trembling. "What... What just happened? The power from you... it's... indescribable. And the Akatsuki? What does this mean?"
Lilith turned to them, a slow, triumphant smile gracing her lips, a smile that promised both glorious salvation and terrifying judgment. Her voice, when she spoke, resonated with a new, profound authority, a blend of ancient wisdom and absolute certainty. It was the voice of a sovereign, a divine progenitor.
"The rules of this Ninja World," she began, her gaze sweeping over them, encompassing the chamber, the continent, and the very concept of dimensions, "have just been rewritten. The limitations you knew, the threats that haunted this world... They are now merely suggestions. Obstacles to be overcome with absolute ease." Her gaze returned to Nagato, piercing through the layers of his past pain, seeing him as a core part of her nascent family. "The Akatsuki is ours, Nagato. Its structure, its resources, its agents... all are now instruments of our true purpose. We will leverage its network, its intelligence, its established infrastructure, to serve our own, higher goals."
She extended a hand, the gesture both inviting and commanding, a silent offer of absolute destiny. "And our purpose, to gather the scattered remnants of the Uzumaki, to truly rebuild our clan, has just become infinitely more possible. We will find those who carry our blood, those who yearn for belonging, for purpose. We will offer them the choice to become Uzumaki, not by birth, but by true essence, by choice. My Uzumaki Rebirth Technique will ensure it, transforming individuals from any world into pure Uzumaki, capable of wielding our power."
Her eyes, though outwardly crimson, pulsed with the echoes of the newly acquired Rinnegan's conceptual powers. "This Ninja World is our canvas. My Mythical Sharingan Illusions can make us ghosts, infiltrating any stronghold unseen, controlling any mind, extracting any secret. My Fairy Magic can cleanse any 'evil' that opposes us, provide an absolute defense against any threat, and judge any who dare stand against our path, erasing them from existence. My Uzumaki Tekkai makes my body inviolable, an unmoving fortress even when chakra is nullified. My Chakra Fruit ensures my power is limitless, never to wane. And with the Mythical Flying Thunder God Jutsu, no distance is too vast, no barrier impenetrable, here or in any other world."
Lilith paused, allowing the monumental weight of her words to settle upon them. Her gaze held a profound, cosmic clarity. "And to accelerate our sacred task, to ensure our new clan thrives with unmatched resources and numbers, I now have access to my world of origin, the Earth world. A source of advanced knowledge, unparalleled technology, and most importantly, a limitless pool of individuals, unburdened by this world's chakra-based limitations, ready to be welcomed into the Uzumaki lineage, ready to become a true family."
"The dawn of our new age has truly begun," she concluded, her voice a resonant call to destiny, filled with absolute certainty. "It will be an age of creation, of family, and of absolute power. An age where the Uzumaki are not just remembered, but revered, ruling not by force, but by a shared purpose and boundless potential. Are you ready, my family, to embrace it? To build a clan defined by ultimate connection and unwavering loyalty?"
Nagato, his Rinnegan now reflecting a singular, resolute flame, rose to his feet. He looked at Konan, whose eyes, though still shimmering with unshed tears of relief and awe, met his gaze with a fierce, unwavering determination. The pain and the doubt that had plagued them for so long had been utterly overshadowed by the sheer, undeniable reality of Lilith's power and her grand vision.
"Ready, Lilith," Nagato affirmed, his voice ringing with newfound conviction, a testament to his unbreakable spirit finally finding its true anchor. His gaze, now pure and unclouded, conveyed absolute allegiance. "My Rinnegan, my will... they are yours. For the Uzumaki. For our family. For this new age."
Konan, with a graceful sweep of her paper wings, moved to Lilith's side, her features softened by a profound allegiance. "We follow where you lead, Progenitor. To the very end. To forge this new world."
Lilith smiled, a genuine, powerful curve of her lips. The first seeds of her new reign had taken root, strong and unwavering. The Supreme Leader of Akatsuki stood amidst her first loyal followers, a figure of terrifying elegance and absolute power, poised to reshape not just the Ninja World, but perhaps the fabric of existence itself. The Ninja World, unaware of the profound shift that had just occurred in its very power dynamics, slept on. But soon, it would awaken to a new, unpredictable reality. A new age was not merely dawning; it was roaring into existence, heralded by the silent, sovereign will of Lilith Uzumaki.