- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 177
In the Land of Fire, the hastily assembled squad pressed onward, with Fang Bo leading the way. Watching the uneasy alliance of former enemies beside him, he couldn’t help feeling a bit strange—these people who had once been at each other’s throats were now fighting side by side, driven solely by profit. In the Reincarnation Space, everything came down to self-interest. For the right reward, even mortal enemies could become allies.
The target was Hiruko, a Kage-level guard, and killing him would yield a war mission completion with ten points, a thousand story points, and a platinum chest. Fang Bo wasn’t sure how the spoils would be divided afterward, but it didn’t concern him. His job was simple: lead these hunters to their target.
The fact that Black Soul was willing to offer an epic weapon just to locate Hiruko showed how serious they were about this ambush. But Fang Bo wasn’t optimistic. Even if they pulled out all the stops, their chance of victory wasn’t more than twenty percent.
The true wildcard was Stoss, the enigmatic Reincarnator who had manipulated the Forest of Death. With his vast arsenal of powerful cards, many with sacrificial or restriction effects, he might just be the edge needed to tilt the battle in their favor.
As they continued forward, the Reincarnator Red Turbid suddenly spoke up, “So, who here has been to the Pirate World?”
Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of his intent.
Red Turbid continued casually, “I know a reliable guide to a Logia-type Devil Fruit.”
Everyone perked up at this. The mission would soon be over, and given that they hailed from different Reincarnation Spaces, the chance of meeting again was slim. Any information shared here wouldn’t necessarily strengthen a potential future enemy. After all, reaching a later-stage world was no easy feat, and few dared assume they’d survive Reincarnation Space’s brutal challenges to see the peak.
Fang Bo’s approach to information exchange was different—he wasn’t one to sell secrets lightly. He knew that selling hidden mission information could cultivate future rivals, especially if they used it to amass their own resources. A loner like him couldn’t compete with entire teams of well-equipped Reincarnators.
Red Turbid, seeing their interest, continued, “This Fruit is the Swamp Swamp Fruit.”
The Swamp Swamp Fruit, a Logia-type Devil Fruit, granted its user the ability to transform into and manipulate swamp-like mud. Its user, Wet-Haired Caribou, could turn himself and his surroundings into a swamp. However, unlike most Logia abilities that offered near invincibility, the Swamp Swamp Fruit was notoriously weak—a sealed barrel could restrain its power.
To Fang Bo’s amusement, Dragon Emperor Aerad was already inquiring about the price. Top-tier Reincarnators had the experience to gauge information’s authenticity, so Fang Bo wasn’t too worried. He chuckled quietly, curious to see Aerad’s face when he realized the fruit’s limitations.
As they traveled on, others exchanged more modest bits of information, though nothing matched the devil fruit in significance. Fang Bo remained silent, listening. With so many potential missions to trigger, what he truly lacked was time and power to execute them. If he were strong enough, he could expose the “Eye of the Moon” plan’s true nature, or even summon Madara Uchiha to reveal Black Zetsu’s manipulation and Kaguya Otsutsuki’s secrets. But he knew he couldn’t bear the consequences of such actions yet.
After four days of steady travel, they finally arrived at a secluded mountain valley. Fang Bo looked toward a cave and confidently declared, “Hiruko is in there.”
There was no need to prove anything further; Black Soul had already spotted a few familiar faces—Hiruko’s followers. Their presence confirmed Fang Bo’s lead.
“That’s my part,” Fang Bo said, taking a few steps back. “I won’t be going any further.”
An epic weapon wasn’t worth the risk of fighting a Kage-level opponent. If he still had Kimimaro’s command, he might have considered going after someone like Jiraiya, but as it was, this fight didn’t concern him.
Waving the group off, Fang Bo smiled. “I hope to see you all again in Konoha.”
Though his friendly demeanor surprised Black Soul, he acknowledged Fang Bo’s decision with a slight wave. The others, however, barely acknowledged him, seeing him as little more than a bystander.
And indeed, Fang Bo genuinely wished them well—for practical reasons. If they met an unfortunate end here, that would mean his investment in information was wasted.
“Just don’t die until I have the chance to kill you myself,” he thought, a wry smile spreading across his face as he slipped into the shadows.
Moments later, the battle began. Dragon Emperor Aerad unleashed his dragon form, sending waves of flame to incinerate the enemy. Finally, Hiruko had no choice but to emerge.
“You!” Hiruko snarled, recognizing Black Soul, his expression twisting with anger. “I helped you, and now you return with others to attack my base!”
Bitterly cursing his misplaced generosity, Hiruko completed his hand signs, disappearing in an instant.
“Watch out!” Black Soul shouted, alerting his allies.
His words came too late—Stoss, standing nearby, didn’t even have time to react. It wasn’t until the arm pierced through his chest that he realized the enemy was already right in front of him.
Hiruko had used Swift Release, a rare kekkei genkai that granted its user speed beyond human perception. Among those present, only Evil Eye could vaguely follow his movements. Stoss, lacking sensory abilities, was naturally unable to detect the attack in time.
However, Reincarnators were toughened by their digitized bodies; an injury like this couldn’t kill him outright. Grinning through the pain, Stoss pulled out a finely crafted card, whispering, “Gotcha.”
Trap Card, activate!
A metallic cage clamped down on Hiruko, while Stoss disappeared in a cloud of smoke—an escape effect from his substitute item, allowing him to break free from traps and binding techniques. Although Stoss’s physical strength was average, he was the most slippery opponent here. Hiruko’s decision to attack him first had been a misstep, one that would cost him dearly.
“Everyone, stand back!” shouted Aerad, transforming into a massive, red dragon and releasing a blast of scorching flame.
Dragon’s Roar!
Hiruko, unfazed, raised his hand, a faintly glowing rhombus-shaped mark in his palm.
Dark Release: Inhaling Maw!
Hiruko’s technique, the Chimera Jutsu, allowed him to fuse other ninja and summoned beasts with his body, thereby inheriting their kekkei genkai. With this jutsu, he had absorbed Swift Release, granting him godlike speed, and Dark Release, allowing him to absorb energy-based attacks. Though he had only managed to acquire two kekkei genkai thus far, they were enough to grant him Kage-level strength.
Aerad watched in disbelief as his seemingly foolproof attack vanished before his eyes. His dragon transformation had a strict time limit and was primarily meant to enhance his dragon breath. He had gone all out in that last attack, yet it hadn’t even scratched Hiruko.
To make matters worse, Hiruko returned the stolen attack with deadly precision.
Dark Release: Demon Statue Blast!
Hiruko lifted his hand and unleashed Aerad’s own fire back at him. The blazing dragon breath melted the iron cage and knocked Aerad out of the sky.
The first round went decisively to Hiruko, with the Reincarnators utterly overpowered.
“Impressive,” said Black Soul, pulling off his cloak to reveal a sinister black dragon tattoo coiling around his arm. “But if my information is correct, your Dark Release has a time limit. You can’t absorb attacks indefinitely.”
The earlier dragon breath had merely been bait; the real threat lay with Black Soul, the Evil Eye Mage. Before Hiruko could react, Red Turbid, using “Soru,” dashed to his side and clamped onto him tightly.
Iron Body: Steel!
With Red Turbid’s iron-like grip, Hiruko, not built for brute strength, struggled to break free.
“Now, take this!”
Under Black Soul’s unleashed mental energy, a black dragon surged forth, roaring toward Hiruko.
Evil King Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave!
As the night deepened, a lone figure materialized in the darkness, leaning heavily against a tree.
“Whew, this should be far enough,” Red Turbid muttered, retrieving food and water from his dimensional mark, exhaustion written all over his face.
After a grueling battle that had drained them of every last trump card, they had finally managed to kill Hiruko. Each had taken their share of the spoils before going their separate ways, wary of a sudden betrayal. Red Turbid only relaxed once he neared the Land of Fire’s border, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
His current state was precarious; he needed a full night’s rest to recover. It was likely the same for the others, which was why no one had attempted any double-crossing.
Although the experience had been harrowing, the outcome was worth it. Not only had they completed their war mission, but they had also scored a rare, high-quality item—a reward well worth the effort.
As he drifted into sleep, Red Turbid remained blissfully unaware of a pair of eyes fixed on him from the shadows.
*(End of Chapter)*