[TL/N: New Book -
Anime Group Chat in a Doomsday World!]
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"Alright, Orochimaru, you didn't come here just to say hello, did you? If you want to make your move, then hurry up," Alexander said, flexing his wrists. He had just defeated a group of minions earlier, barely enough to count as a warm-up.
Orochimaru chuckled softly, his pale, snake-like face betraying no fear. "Oh, I wouldn't dare overestimate myself. While I consider my abilities adequate, they're still far inferior to yours, Lord Creator. That's why…" Orochimaru's sly smile deepened. "…this time, someone else will be fighting you."
The moment his words fell, seven or eight figures leapt forward from the shadows behind him. Their cracked faces and lifeless expressions revealed the truth—they weren't ordinary beings.
"Impure World Reincarnation? Another batch of resurrected dead bodies?" Alexander muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in mild irritation. "Don't you ever get tired of this, Orochimaru? First the servants of death, now 'this' again. Is this your idea of holiday cheer?"
Impure World Reincarnation, a jutsu that dragged the dead back into the realm of the living to fight modern battles, was both ingenious and infuriating. Those resurrected by the jutsu were immune to injury, incapable of death, and endowed with seemingly limitless chakra. A perfect formula for endless frustration.
"And of course, anyone you bother resurrecting isn't weak," Alexander muttered.
Orochimaru smirked. "Indeed, these are some of my most cherished 'treasures.' Fifty-three in total, each possessing the strength of a Jōnin. I spared no effort in assembling them. I trust you'll find them… adequate."
At his command, the Jōnin launched their assault. Seven or eight physical combat specialists led the charge, dashing toward Alexander with remarkable speed. Behind them, another dozen figures began weaving hand signs with precision, preparing their ninjutsu.
Dozens of Jōnin working in coordinated attacks would be overwhelming for even most Kage-level ninja. But Alexander was far from ordinary.
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first wave of attackers closed in, aiming to engage Alexander in hand-to-hand combat. Unfortunately for them, Alexander had other plans.
"Weiss Schnabel!"
With a wave of his hand, a barrage of razor-sharp icicles rained down from the sky. The densely packed ice shards pierced through the bodies of the incoming ninjas.
However, as expected of beings resurrected by Impure World Reincarnation, their injuries healed almost instantly. Their bodies began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Alexander sighed. "Troublesome technique, but ultimately useless against me."
In the blink of an eye, his hand landed on one of the rushing figures. An icy-blue light enveloped the ninja, freezing them solid. In seconds, the once-fierce combatant had been reduced to a lifeless ice sculpture.
Orochimaru tilted his head, intrigued. "Using ice to immobilize the undead? Fascinating. It seems effective enough."
But Orochimaru hadn't expected to defeat Alexander so easily. He raised his hands, forming seals with practiced ease.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"
"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Technique!"
"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
A torrent of elemental attacks surged toward Alexander in a synchronized wave. Flames, water, and wind filled the air, leaving no escape.
Unfazed, Alexander slammed his hands to the ground.
"Summoning: Triple Rashomon!"
Three massive gates adorned with grotesque faces erupted from the earth, standing firm between Alexander and the oncoming assault.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The elemental barrage struck the gates with tremendous force, but only managed to destroy the outermost Rashomon. Alexander stood safely behind the remaining two gates, nodding in approval.
"Not bad. I underestimated its defensive power," he admitted.
Orochimaru, watching from a distance, was momentarily stunned. "He already mastered that technique? As expected of the Creator—an omnipotent master of countless power systems," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and frustration.
Alexander didn't waste time. A massive, ice-blue figure materialized behind him—a colossal Buddha radiating cold light. The towering entity raised its hands, releasing ten beams of icy energy that enveloped the battlefield.
"Control of Ice: Dew Ice Water Lily Bodhisattva!"
The ninjas caught in the beams froze instantly, transformed into glimmering ice sculptures.
Alexander dusted his hands off, unimpressed. "Your so-called treasures are rather lackluster, Orochimaru. Perhaps you should take a page from Kabuto's book—dig up some stronger candidates next time. Famous ninjas would've been a better choice."
Orochimaru's lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, if only I had more time. Unfortunately, I was dragged into this world with only my previous collection. If I ever return to the Naruto world, I'll be sure to pillage a few more graves to meet your expectations."
Alexander sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. "Next time, huh? You still want there to be a next time?"
Orochimaru chuckled, his tone as slippery as ever. "Who knows what the future holds, Lord Creator?"
Alexander could only shake his head in exasperation.