Naruto : My Father Ascended — Now What?

[Stage-3 Simulation Complete - Time - 11 minutes and 37 seconds][ Eliminated: 1000 Pseudo-Six Paths Dragnoids]

[Proceed to Stage-4 - 10,000 Psuedo-six paths (Y/N)]

Reizan didn't respond immediately to the Time Dilation Chamber's prompt.

Instead, a system notification appeared before him:

[Daily Mission Completed – Reward Unlocked: Dual Palm Rinnegan]

Ding!

[All Daily Missions have been temporarily suspended by Higher Authorization until the Yearly Mission is completed.]

Suddenly, a radiant glow surged from Reizan's arms. Two Golden Rinnegan manifested on each of his palms, their appearance forcing the Truth-Seeking Armor to retract slightly and make space for the divine eyes to surface. A massive surge of chakra burst outward from his body, distorting space with its intensity.

Reizan laughed, awestruck by the power coursing through him.

"This power... it's incredible! Hah, no wonder that fool Momoshiki was so arrogant. With this, I'm nearly invincible—unless someone can outmatch me physically or destroy my Rinnegan. But even then... I can just regenerate them."

His eyes narrowed as another notification flickered into view:

[Notice: Higher Authorization Override Detected]

Reizan exhaled slowly, his smile fading into a thoughtful frown.

"So... my father intervened."

He wasn't certain, but it was the only possibility that made sense. With how quickly he'd obtained these god-tier abilities—coupled with mastering the Kekkai Mora techniques to the Advanced Stage—he suspected that any further acceleration might jeopardize the system's intended timeline.

"Tch... they're worried I'll outpace the system itself," he muttered.

Reizan clenched his fists, golden Rinnegan gleaming in both palms.

"Let's see just how far I can push this before the year ends."

Reizan lifted his arm slightly, golden Rinnegan eyes gleaming in his palms as his voice cut through the chamber like thunder:

"Proceed."

The Time Dilation Chamber immediately responded with a low hum, the walls glowing with intricate patterns as the countdown began.

"Now that my daily mission is done," Reizan muttered, chakra flaring around him, "I can finally go all out. Let's see what this power can really do."

A deafening aura fluctuation shook the entire simulation field. In the artificial sky above, thousands of dragnoid figures began to appear, descending like divine wrath. Each radiated its own unique energy signature:

Grey-skinned, muscular warriors with savage claws.

Red, blue, green, yellow, and golden dragnoids, their elemental auras clashing like storms.

Crystal-armored elites, their bodies reflecting light like blades.

And at the rear… two rainbow-colored dragnoids, pulsing with multicolored divine energy.

But then, silence fell.

From among them, a single figure floated forward—larger, more ominous. His body was covered in half-black, half-white scales, and he bore four long horns curling like a crown. His glowing green eyes scanned Reizan with calculating sharpness.

A voice rose from the rainbow-colored elite:

"Dragon King Verdic, please! Lead us! That creature has already slaughtered so many of our kin—and look at that arrogant glare! He mocks us!"

The army stirred with bloodlust, rallying behind their king. But Verdic's focus remained fixed solely on Reizan. He could feel it—the undeniable pressure, the god-tier chakra leaking from Reizan's frame. If he were alone, he would've fled without hesitation. Not that it would've saved him.

Still, he had no choice but to lead.

With narrowed eyes and a deep breath, Verdic spoke:

"Oi, you—what's your name?"

Reizan chuckled, eyes glowing like twin suns.

" Reizan Ōtsutsuki."

Verdic's expression tightened.

"I am Verdic, Dragon King of the Dragnoid Host. I hope this will be a glorious battle, Reizan. But mark my words—only one of us will walk away from this battlefield alive. And that one will be me."

His roar echoed, stirring the army behind him into a frenzy of battle cries and draconic screeches.

Reizan grinned, unmoved.

"You can try."

"But I'm in a good mood today," Reizan said, his voice calm yet thunderous, eyes narrowing with predatory glee. "So I'll use most of my abilities. I hope you and your Dragonoid army can survive."

A beat of silence hung in the air. Then—

"CHARGE!!" Verdic commanded, his four horns pulsing with energy.

In an instant, a torrential storm of elemental fury—fire, water, wind, lightning, magma, ice—rained down from the heavens, a kaleidoscope of devastation aimed directly at Reizan.

Yet he didn't flinch.

Instead, Reizan calmly stretched his arms forward. The golden Rinnegan embedded in each palm glowed crimson, and as the attacks collided with him… they were absorbed, siphoned into his body like a black hole swallowing stars.

A low hum pulsed in the air. His chakra surged fivefold.

"Hmph… interesting," Reizan muttered. "Amplification."

Then, like a broken dam, Reizan unleashed everything back. Each elemental assault returned—only now infused with his god-tier chakra. Massive fire tsunamis, glacial spears, arcs of lightning larger than airships, all rained down like divine punishment.

The Dragonoid army—and Verdic—watched in horror.

"What kind of eyes are those?" Verdic whispered. "Those golden-red eyes… they absorb and redirect chakra itself… Could they be Divine Eyes?"

It was too late.

Reizan's counterattack struck like Judgment Day. His Rinnegan flared red again, and he began firing barrage after barrage, each blast as large as a mountain, as fast as lightning. The sky darkened with ash. The battlefield cracked and melted. Explosions erupted nonstop, deafening and relentless.

"DEFENSIVE FORMATIONS—NOW!!" Verdic roared.

Some elite crystal-armored Dragonoids managed to respond, erecting layered barriers of draconic energy. But even those barely held. Many Dragonoids evaporated instantly. Others were torn to pieces, their bodies scattered across the war-torn landscape.

For four minutes straight, Reizan bombarded them without pause. It was as if the heavens had turned on the Dragonoid race.

Flames danced atop black ice. Geysers of red-hot magma erupted beside glassy crystal craters. Thunder sparked continuously in the sky as ash painted everything a deep gray. By the end, only a few hundred Dragonoid soldiers remained—and they were exhausted, drained from sustaining their weakening barriers.

Reizan grinned. "Good, good. Only a couple of you left."

Verdic trembled with rage, fists clenched, wings trembling. "You… You turned our own attacks against us… This is an insult to our kind!!"

"Then stop talking. Fight me with your fists," Reizan smirked.

"ATTACK HIM PHYSICALLY!!" Verdic roared.

The Dragonoid army, along with crystal elites and rainbow-colored champions, transformed. Massive dragon forms emerged, each colossal—wings blotting the skies, eyes filled with fury.

Verdic's own transformation was terrifying. A titanic white-and-black dragon appeared, crowned with two asymmetrical horns—one obsidian, one bone-white. His eyes glowed green with slitted pupils. With a roar that shattered distant mountains, he led the charge.

But Reizan didn't wait.

He blurred forward, appearing right before Verdic.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A deafening explosion of repulsive force erupted. Verdic and his front line were thrown like ragdolls, crashing into the earth and each other. Some Dragonoids were outright torn apart by the sudden, crushing pressure.

Reizan extended his hand. From his palm, a blade of white divine energy—Silver Light Fall—manifested into a sword. He pointed it forward.

"Shinra Tensei."

The blade launched like a comet, far faster than sound. One of the rainbow dragons didn't even see it coming. In the blink of an eye, it was reduced to ash. The sword kept going, piercing the air and detonating into the rear forces. A wave of divine energy annihilated the next wave of Dragonoids—some vaporized, others crushed under the shockwave.

The battlefield went silent—save for the crackling of residual energy and the gasping of dying warriors.

Verdic staggered, blood dripping from his mouth. Cold sweat ran down his brow as he stared at Reizan.

If that had been me... I wouldn't have survived that.

But Reizan was far from done.

He raised his arms slowly. The golden-red glow of the Dual Palm Rinnegan flared to life once more.

"Let's raise the stakes a bit," Reizan said, his voice cold, almost casual. "You called yourselves warriors. Prove it."

Suddenly, the palms of his hands pulsed with gravitational force.

"Banshō Ten'in!" he whispered.

Hundreds of Dragonoids were yanked into the air, bodies dragged helplessly toward Reizan like metal filings toward a magnet. Screaming, flailing—they were caught mid-flight.

Then—"Shinra Tensei."

BOOM!

A wide burst of force erupted from Reizan's core, blasting all of them away with bone-shattering strength. They crashed into mountainsides, each impact collapsing stone and earth. Dozens died instantly. Others writhed on the ground, their forms barely intact.

Reizan hovered upward, both palms glowing even brighter now. As more attacks came—beams of plasma breath, divine dragonfire, lightning blasts—he extended both hands forward.

The energy funneled directly into him, absorbed in seconds. His aura exploded outward like a supernova.

"Amplification."

The sky itself cracked. His chakra pressure made the remaining Dragonoids falter mid-flight.

Then, with both hands held high, Reizan began to focus. The gravity around him distorted as dark spheres of condensed energy formed above each palm.

"Let's end your delusions."

The spheres shot into the air, rapidly expanding.

"Chibaku Tensei."

The sky twisted. The battlefield trembled. Entire mountains, chunks of land, and hundreds of struggling Dragonoids were yanked into the sky, screaming as they were pulled toward the forming celestial bodies. Trees, ruins, weapons—all were dragged in.

Verdic's eyes widened in disbelief. "He's sealing them?!"

It was hopeless. One by one, his warriors were encased in massive orbiting black spheres, crushed and buried alive within rapidly growing mini-moons of destruction.

Only Verdic and a few rainbow-colored elites remained, fury and desperation burning in their eyes.

Verdic snarled. "We will not die as prey!"

He and the survivors began to glow brightly—offering up their life force, fusing their remaining power into Verdic himself. His muscles swelled, aura erupted like a solar flare, and his form grew to titanic size.

"This is our last stand! With their sacrifice—I will destroy you!!"

But Reizan was unmoved.

The truth-seeking balls around him spun, forming a radiant ring. One floated directly above him—pulsating, growing hotter and brighter than a star.

"I acknowledge your effort," Reizan said.

The truth-seeking ball suddenly warped—elongating, stretching—morphing into a colossal golden blade of divine light.

"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion."

SLASH.

A golden arc exploded across the landscape. It was silent at first—then came the deafening rupture of space itself. The wave cleaved through clouds, continents, and sky, vaporizing the sealed Chibaku spheres, the rainbow elites, and Verdic himself—all in one instant.

Verdic could only gasp as the blade split his final empowered form in half.

"Impossible…" was all he could whisper before vanishing into golden dust.

The slash continued—ripping through mountains for hundreds of kilometers—leaving behind only glowing, smoldering emptiness.

When it ended, the battlefield was silent.

Ash rained down like snow. The Dragonoid race's last army—obliterated.

Reizan slowly lowered the glowing blade. It dissolved back into a truth-seeking ball.

He exhaled softly.

"...Still too easy."

And with that, he turned his back and began walking, golden Rinnegan still gleaming in his palms.