The moment Orochimaru arrived, I knew he was already analyzing me—my chakra, my Rinnegan, the hideout, the air, everything. But before he could start asking questions, I reached out and placed two fingers against his forehead.
A surge of energy flowed.
[Knowledge Transfer: DC Universe – Basic World Information]Complete.
Orochimaru staggered slightly, eyes widening with genuine fascination.He understood the world now—its metahumans, its governments, its chaotic heroes and villains, and the technological difference compared to our original world.
"This world…" he whispered, licking his lips, "…is magnificent."
I smirked. "Then let's build something worthy of it."
Within hours, we began transforming the hideout.
What once resembled the rustic cavern Nagato used was now the skeleton of a technological fortress. Orochimaru's speed, combined with my chakra and the mechanical precision of the Paths of Pain, turned the rainforest hideout into something else—an Akatsuki stronghold suited for a modern world.
The Asura Path tore apart walls and reshaped them with mechanical tools that extended from its limbs.The Animal Path summoned creatures to assist with heavy lifting.The Preta Path absorbed unstable energy when we overpowered circuits.The Human Path temporarily gained skills from technicians we… borrowed.The Naraka Path repaired damaged equipment we didn't want to replace.
And Orochimaru?He directed everything like a conductor, moving with eager, predatory purpose.
He brought in computers first—dozens of high‑performance machines engineered from parts he scavenged or crafted. The hum of servers soon echoed through the base.
Then came the network upgrades.
Orochimaru typed like a monster, fingers gliding across a keyboard at inhuman speed.Lines of code filled the screens as he forced his way into databases that even the US military considered "absolutely impenetrable."
We tapped into satellites within minutes.Government systems within hours.Entire metahuman surveillance networks by the next day.
The base came alive.
Monitors displayed the world like a chessboard—Gotham, Metropolis, Themyscira, Central City, every major hero and villain tracked, analyzed, and categorized.
I felt my lips curl upward.
This wasn't just an Akatsuki hideout anymore.It was the War Room of a God.
Orochimaru set up his laboratory next—slick metal tables, containment tanks, microscopes, sequencing machines, chemical storage, and enough surgical tools to make even the Joker uncomfortable.
He began his research immediately.
Animals of this world fascinated him.Human biology fascinated him even more.
He dissected metahuman tissue samples with the same joy a child had opening gifts.He muttered endlessly about genetic diversity, mutation potential, and the lack of chakra cores in humans.I didn't care.Human experimentation never bothered me.Not when my goal was to reshape the world.
If anything, it amused me.
But the best part came after three days of nonstop work.
We connected the base's custom network to the hacked satellites and government access points. Orochimaru hit the final key, and the screens flared to life.
A map of the entire world appeared.
Every hero's known identity, every villain's last location, every military facility, every hidden bunker, every electronic vulnerability—it was all here.
Orochimaru leaned back, smiling like a monster who'd finally found a world worth consuming.
"Pain," he said, voice dripping with admiration, "with our combined intellect and your… divine power, we could take this world apart piece by piece."
I sat in the chair—my body now perfectly healthy—resting my chin on my hand.
"No," I murmured. "Not piece by piece. That's too slow."
I activated the Rinnegan.All six Paths lit up simultaneously inside the base.
"We will reshape the entire world at once."
The Akatsuki was alive again.
And the DC Universe had no idea what was coming.