Fated Adventure.

The world slowed to a near standstill as I arrived in Madara and Zetsu's secret hideout. The legendary Ghost of the Uchiha was nothing more than a husk—withered, ancient, his frail body tethered to the grotesque tree behind him like a forgotten relic. The once-mighty warlord had been reduced to little more than a frail whisper of his former self, a man who had outlived his own ambitions.

I gave him no chance.

Moving faster than thought, I struck while completely invisible. My arm pierced through his chest before he could so much as blink. His face flared with brief shock before the Dark Devilgod Tiger Spirit roared to life, devouring him at the highest possible speed.

Less than a second—that was all it took.

The Ghost of the Uchiha, the architect of so many grand schemes, was erased from existence. His vast knowledge, his power, his very essence—all of it was now mine.

Before the dust could even settle, liquid energy rippled from my hand, forming the ethereal edge of the Totsuka Blade. It lashed out with surgical precision, slicing into the writhing shadow nearby.

Black Zetsu barely had time to react before he was dragged into the gourd's endless void, sealed for eternity.

No speeches. No final words. Just silence.

Madara Uchiha, the man who had spent decades weaving his perfect plan, and the creature that had manipulated him from the shadows—both had been undone in an instant.

I exhaled slowly, flexing my fingers as the influx of power and memories settled within me.

With that finished, I turned my attention to the rest of the hideout. Madara had left behind a treasure trove of knowledge and tools, and I wasn't about to let them go to waste. Books and scrolls stolen from the Uchiha clan, his infamous Gunbai, the iconic crimson armor, remnants of the withered God Tree, and an assortment of old ninja equipment—all of it was mine now.

Then, of course, there were the thousands of Zetsu lying in stasis.

I smirked. Rewriting their minds or marking them with my spirit to bring them under my control seemed like the most efficient option. They weren't real people, after all—just mindless husks. Turning them into my personal army? No moral dilemma there.

For now, though, I had a few other things to take care of.

Stepping into my inner world, I activated my newly acquired Rinnegan.

A portal shimmered open beside me, and two massive corpses emerged—a Basilisk and a Hebridean Black Dragon.

Placing my hand on each, their bodies jerked before vanishing into a puff of smoke.

One of the Rinnegan's abilities, the Animal Path, allowed me to create my own summons—whether from living creatures or corpses. The moment I had killed the Basilisk in the Harry Potter world, this had been the plan.

Snatching the Rinnegan from Nagato had always been inevitable.

Now, I had a serpent of death—a monster capable of killing with a single glance, its fangs dripping with soul-destroying venom. Basilisk venom was one of the deadliest substances in existence, capable of melting through nearly any container. I had barely managed to store some in magically reinforced vials.

And the dragon? Well, who didn't want a dragon summon? Luo San Pao was one thing, but now I had a true black dragon under my command.

Closing my eyes, I focused on my mental space.

A massive hooded figure began to take shape—a skeletal visage cloaked in black, its face shrouded in shadow. Twin Rinnegan, identical to my own, shimmered ominously beneath the hood.

The King of Hell.

Slamming my palm onto the ground, I invoked its presence into the physical world.

A massive head burst forth in a puff of smoke, its jagged maw stretching open as a large, purple tongue rolled out. Without hesitation, I bit my finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto its surface.

The tongue rolled back up, a deep crunching sound echoing like bones being ground to dust.

Then, with a grotesque unfurling, six identical bodies were revealed—each an exact replica of myself, completely naked and lifeless.

I stepped forward, placing a hand on the first one.

"Path Creation: Deva."

The body jerked as my chakra surged into it, its empty eyes shifting to the telltale ripple pattern of the Rinnegan. My vision split seamlessly, another thought process opening within my mind.

One by one, I gave them life.

"Path Creation: Preta."

"Path Creation: Asura."

"Path Creation: Human."

"Path Creation: Animal."

"Path Creation: Naraka."

Six bodies. Six paths. Each under my absolute control.

It was as effortless as moving my own limbs.

The Rinnegan was far more than just the Six Paths—it granted an innate affinity for Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Lightning, along with the Yin-Yang release I had absorbed from Madara and a White Zetsu. My learning speed, my talent, my perception—all of it had been enhanced.

And now, the Paths were mine to command.

Deva Path—The power to control gravitational forces, repelling and attracting objects with ease. It could form an impenetrable gravity shield, crush targets with overwhelming force, and even enable flight.

Preta Path—A perfect defense against energy-based attacks. It could absorb ninjutsu, barriers, and even direct chakra from opponents, converting it into my own.

Animal Path—A limitless summoning ability. Any summoned creatures, even if destroyed, would regenerate with just a sliver of chakra. It could summon the other paths, my main body, or anyone marked with my chakra receptors instantly.

Human Path—A terrifying execution method. A single touch could rip a person's soul from their body, absorbing their memories in an instant.

Naraka Path—The King of Hell, a tool of restoration and interrogation. It could fully restore any damaged Path bodies, while its judgment ability devoured the souls of liars.

Asura Path—A body of destruction. It granted superhuman strength, additional limbs and faces, and the ability to transform into a living weapon, capable of launching missiles, chakra cannons, and other high-tech artillery.

I rolled my shoulders, letting my senses adjust.

Everything felt... perfect.

The power of the Rinnegan, the legacy of the Uchiha, the stolen might of Madara—all of it was mine.

And this was only the beginning.

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