- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 180
“It’s finally over.” Fang Bo stretched lazily.
In this battle, he had used every trick he had, and only in the final seconds did he secure victory. The struggle had been intense, but in the end, he had the last laugh.
After a brief rest, Fang Bo took out the sealing scroll he had bought earlier. This guy had killed so many of his ghost spiders; it was time to settle the compensation.
“Your corpse holds strong energy—it should be able to cultivate a third-tier ghost spider,” he muttered with a smirk. “Silence means consent, right?”
After performing a few hand seals, he pressed his hand onto the blank scroll, and black markings instantly connected it to the corpse.
*Ninja Art: Scroll Sealing!*
The sealing was successful. With the summoning cooldown reset, he could soon let *Jorogumo* enjoy a fine meal.
For now, Fang Bo decided to leave this place. The commotion from their battle had been loud enough to attract unwanted attention. If trouble came, he wouldn’t be in top shape to handle it.
After half a day’s journey, he crossed the border and arrived at a travel camp provided by the Leaf Village. Finally, he felt safe enough to relax.
“Should be clear from here.” Sipping on a cup of sake, he checked the rewards from killing his opponent.
[You killed an enemy reincarnator, earning a personal kill loot chest.]
[You received 15 battle points.]
Total Battle Points: 111
Defeating a powerful three-attribute foe had rewarded him a solid 15 points, bringing his score to 111. Even without converting any more from his *Shikigami*, he could achieve a three-rank promotion. The merit shop’s mind-restoring potions were now within reach, and he was eager to grab some.
“Let’s open the chest; the plot point gains should be substantial.”
In truth, Fang Bo had hoped for the legendary axe—it was by far the most enticing piece of gear. He would happily trade all the plot points for it.
[You are opening Kill Loot Chest #11214]
[You gained 2,620 plot points.]
[You obtained Senzu Bean ×1.]
[You obtained Shadow Style: Absorption Void scroll.]
Ignoring the sizable plot points, Fang Bo had grown used to such gains by now. Any reincarnator who had survived this far would likely have at least a few thousand points to their name.
The *Senzu Bean* was as expected—a tool for an instant full recovery, though it couldn’t cure status effects. With it, Fang Bo essentially had another life, balancing the Perfect Recovery Potion he’d used during the fight.
Why the opponent hadn’t used the bean? Maybe he’d hesitated or hadn’t expected Fang Bo’s mental surge to be so overwhelming. Even with defense skills activated, his life had dropped dramatically. If he’d had another chance, he likely would have eaten the *Senzu Bean* and channeled Haki defensively rather than offensively.
Of course, this was just speculation. Knowing the guy’s personality and the context, he would probably still have chosen a head-on brawl.
**Plot Points: 20,824 (3,000 debt)**
“If I can trade a few valuable items, I might even hit thirty thousand plot points.”
This windfall kept a smile on Fang Bo’s face. Once he calmed down, he reflected on the gaps he’d identified during the battle. He had many skills, but none that had been pushed to the absolute limit.
His opponent, on the other hand, had managed to drive him to a Perfect Recovery Potion with sheer defense and brute strength. The difference between an extreme build and balanced development was evident.
Overall, Fang Bo’s versatility was more advantageous, allowing him to adapt to various enemies. But he now saw the importance of specializing against single-attribute foes with extreme stats.
“First, I need to max out skills, including *Shikigami Summoning*.”
His most effective attack skill, *Treasury of Kings*, was still only at Level 1—far from its true potential. With the right skill modifiers, battles like this one could be much easier.
As for the puppets, there was only so much he could do. His *Puppet Mastery* was already maxed out. If he could learn human puppet crafting and acquire *Bead Manipulation* from Yaoyao, he could begin wielding puppets remotely.
Of course, only having two puppets was limiting; in higher-tier battles, they might not suffice. The best path would be to amass an army of human puppets with diverse skills.
“Puppets are technically equipment, so they could be managed through the *Treasury of Kings*.”
Imagine it—golden ripples unfolding as a battalion of self-reliant puppets descended onto the battlefield. That would make *Hundred Puppet Army* look like child’s play.
“Yes, I’ll have to collect more powerful corpses.”
Less suitable ones could go to *Jorogumo*, but those with strong talents he’d keep for himself. Like that fallen “Guan Yun Chang” with his legendary *Martial Saint* talent—a perfect candidate for a human puppet. If he could gather enough legendary puppets, well, the results would be exhilarating.
Making plans, Fang Bo returned to the Leaf Village after a few days. He took a day to rest at his hotel, but early the next morning, Black Soul, who had returned ahead of him, came knocking.
“Red Turbid is dead,” he announced.
“I killed him,” Fang Bo replied.
In just those few words, much was left unsaid.
Black Soul had no reason to avenge an ally he had little connection with, but he would likely take extra caution around Fang Bo from now on. Collaboration would be unlikely.
“Watch your back; some see you as an obstacle now.” With that, Black Soul took his leave.
Why the warning?
The reason was simple: after killing Red Turbid, Fang Bo now topped the battle points leaderboard. His success had put Sand Hidden’s points far ahead, making it hard for other factions to catch up—unless someone managed to eliminate him in the coming battles.
While others were focused on the rankings, Fang Bo had his sights set on the upcoming plan.
“I wonder how Orochimaru’s preparations are going.”
Using Yamato as a medium could surely enhance the power of Edo Tensei bodies, though by how much was uncertain.
Fang Bo had initially wanted to find Orochimaru, but the man was impossible to track down. Left with no other choice, he decided to locate Kimimaro instead.
Even though he no longer had command over him, the bond between them remained. After all, Fang Bo had once saved Kimimaro’s life, and the guy was loyal to a fault. He might as well check in on Jugo and Guren, too—they’d both stayed in the Leaf Village, waiting for the right moment to launch the plan.
Soon, Fang Bo was in Kimimaro’s room, and after exchanging updates, he got a better picture of the “Demon Expansion” currently spreading.
“Not bad, but it’s still not enough.”
Turning civilians into demons would only cause brief panic. If they could also turn ninja into demons, that would be ideal. Unlike civilians, ninja, when transformed, didn’t lose their memories thanks to their physical strength and chakra. Even without turning into demons, many ninja had the strength to slay the Twelve Demon Moons. These formidable individuals wouldn’t easily succumb to the demon blood’s corruption.
Yet, that didn’t mean they would remain unchanged. Often, people overestimated their own beliefs. Some things that seemed indestructible only needed a slight push to collapse entirely.
“That’s just how the world works. People are always changed by their environment, not the other way around.”
Once someone fully transformed into a demon, viewing others as little more than food, their moral compass was bound to shift.
“Come on, let’s go witness it ourselves.”
The halls of the Leaf Village Hospital were stained in blood.
Lee came back to consciousness in a haze, though he wished he could have stayed unconscious forever.
His hands were drenched in blood, and a surge of memories hit him like a wave. After his last battle, the aftereffects of the Eight Gates had landed him in the hospital. He was expected to make a full recovery within a few weeks—until everything went wrong.
One night, a young girl at the hospital suddenly attacked her fellow patients, almost biting one of them to death. Lee had restrained her, but he hadn’t noticed that someone else, far beyond his abilities, was hiding in the room.
When Lee regained consciousness, he sensed something wrong within himself.
“I… I think I’m infected, too.”
He’d thought he could resist it with sheer willpower, underestimating the primal hunger that came with this transformation. This realization led to tonight’s tragedy.
The overwhelming feeling of fullness brought him to his knees, retching uncontrollably. The rumors about demons eating people suddenly made sense—he’d been set up by an enemy.
“I need to find Guy-sensei.” This thought filled his mind, but his legs wouldn’t move. Could his teacher ever forgive him for the carnage he had caused? Nothing could erase the fact that he had slaughtered villagers.
As Lee was trapped in this torment, a group of ANBU operatives appeared, surrounding him with drawn weapons.
It wasn’t their fault for reacting strongly. Anyone would have wanted to cut down the blood-drenched figure before them.
“No… it wasn’t me…” Lee’s protests sounded hollow. Deep down, he remembered every moment of his own hands ending those lives. The limbs and torsos of his victims were still barely digested in his stomach.
The relentless strain clouded Lee’s mind. When an ANBU member’s blade pierced his chest, his suppressed emotions erupted.
“Why… why won’t you listen?!”
“I’ve worked so hard… why is this happening to me?!”
With an anguished roar, a green aura ignited around him. With a single punch, Lee shattered the organs of his attacker, transforming into a nightmare for the rest of the ANBU, slaughtering them one by one.
He silently surveyed the bloody scene around him, saying nothing before crashing through a window and vanishing into the night.
*(End of Chapter)*