Chapter 112: Nagato Rises Again
Orochimaru held the pink disc, his fingers trembling, his eyes filled with obsession.
It was too beautiful.
This ability to materialize abstract 'concepts' into 'physical objects' was a complete subversion of the existing Ninjutsu system.
With this, whether it's a Kekkei Genkai, secret techniques, or even... those Rinnegan eyes, could they all be inserted, removed, and combined at will, just like this disc?
At this moment, Orochimaru seemed to see a shortcut to the truth.
"Stop daydreaming." Yahiko's icy voice poured like a bucket of ice water, directly dousing Orochimaru's fantasies. "Next step."
Orochimaru snapped back to reality. Though reluctant, he shifted his gaze to the woman on the operating table, whose eyes were vacant.
Scorching Release User, Pakura.
"Yahiko-kun, this is an S-Class Stand." Orochimaru frowned. His scientific rigor compelled him to issue a warning. "This woman may not have the qualifications to bear this power. If the vessel explodes..."
If the disc is damaged, the loss would be immense.
"If it explodes, we'll find another." Yahiko's tone was chillingly indifferent. "This world has no shortage of people."
He stood up and walked over to Pakura, looking at her face, once spirited and heroic, now as lifeless as a doll.
"Precisely because she is a blank slate, she is the best 'temporary vessel.' Without the interference of self-awareness, she will execute commands perfectly, like an emotionless machine."
Yahiko tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Insert it."
Orochimaru said no more. He had seen through it: in this leader's eyes, aside from Nagato and Konan, everyone else truly was just expendable 'consumables.'
[White Snake] raised the pink DISC in his hand, aiming it at Pakura's forehead.
Snap!
A crisp impact sound.
The disc sank into Pakura's brain as if cutting through butter, disappearing without a trace.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
The next second, Pakura, who had been as quiet as a corpse, suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
Her body arched violently like a shrimp, her limbs convulsing wildly on the operating table. The blood vessels beneath her skin bulged as if about to burst. Two streams of blood trickled from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and ear canals.
A Mortal's hardware attempting to run divine software—this was the price of overloading beyond its grade.
"Hold her down!" Konan instinctively moved forward.
"No need." Yahiko raised a hand to stop her, his gaze calm. "She is adapting."
After just over ten seconds, Pakura's violent struggle suddenly ceased.
She lay back on the operating table, her chest heaving violently. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Her originally black pupils were gone, replaced by a pair of eyes emitting an eerie pink glow. Though her gaze remained vacant and lifeless, an overwhelmingly domineering Aura erupted from this petite frame.
Boom!
A pink phantom materialized behind her.
Clad in heavy armor, covered in heart-shaped decorations—it was the top-tier Stand symbolizing 'repair' and 'power': [Crazy Diamond].
Hot-swap successful.
Though only temporary, at this moment, Pakura was the 'agent' of the Crazy Diamond Stand's power in this world.
"This is... my power..." Nagato, slumped in his wheelchair, watched this scene weakly, his expression complex.
Watching his own Stand manifest on another person felt both miraculous and absurd, like watching someone else wear his armor.
"Begin." Yahiko issued the final command. "Pakura, heal that man."
This was a perfect logical deception.
According to the rules of [Crazy Diamond], the current activator was "Pakura." And its target for repair was "Nagato."
The original deadlock of "cannot repair oneself" was instantly bypassed!
The controlled Pakura mechanically sat up, her movements stiff like a puppet. She extended her hands, and the [Crazy Diamond] behind her simultaneously raised its heavy fists, powerful enough to shatter diamonds.
There was no violent assault, nor the "DORA!" battle cry.
Those fists landed with extreme gentleness on Nagato's withered, branch-like crippled legs.
Hum—!!
Dazzling pink light instantly filled the entire underground chamber.
Under the breathless gaze of everyone, a miracle occurred.
Sizzle... This was truly magic of time. The necrotic tissue and charred skin accumulated over years on Nagato's legs, like weathered rock on fast-forward, rapidly flaked off and turned to dust.
Then, crimson muscle fibers began to grow and weave frantically, emitting a grating yet pleasing sound of growth. White bones reconnected, severed meridians reopened. New skin, as fair and delicate as a baby's, swiftly covered the once gruesome wounds.
This was the unreasonable 'restoration' of [Crazy Diamond]!
Even something broken for a hundred years, as long as a single fragment remained, it could repair it back!
In just the span of three breaths.
The light faded.
Those crippled legs that once caused Nagato unbearable pain on a rainy night, forcing him to rely on a wheelchair, had completely vanished.
In their place were a pair of strong, powerful legs brimming with explosive force.
The chamber was so quiet only breathing could be heard.
Nagato stared blankly at his legs, tentatively wiggling his toes.
That long-lost, clear sensation transmitted from nerve endings, like an electric current, instantly pierced his brain, making his entire body tremble.
"I..."
Nagato's voice choked. This man hailed as a god now had red-rimmed eyes, his fingers gripping the wheelchair armrests tightly.
He took a deep breath and pushed down hard with his hands.
Creak.
The wheelchair let out a faint groan. Nagato shakily stood up, his feet touching the cold floor.
That solid feeling of standing firmly on the ground.
That feeling of being able to support his own spine with his own strength.
"Is this... the feeling of standing?"
Nagato slowly straightened his back. His height of 178 centimeters allowed him, for the first time, to no longer look up at this world. The Aura around him multiplied exponentially as he rose.
If the him in the wheelchair was an incomplete god, then the him now was a true calamity.
He turned his head to look at Yahiko, the man who had given him new life and now returned his dignity.
A thousand words choked in his throat.
Yahiko watched this scene, a satisfied curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
"Welcome back, Nagato."
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