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[Spider Girl: "Huh? Old Man Madara's still alive? I thought he was—"]
[Kikyo: "Yeah… I thought so too."]
Even through a screen, the moment Madara Uchiha's body was erased carried a suffocating weight—like you were there watching it happen yourself.
[World's #1 Princess: "It's probably because of my transformation. That form… it affects my personality a little. Kinda like how Mr. Madara changed when he awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan."]
[Madara Uchiha: "...You mean, in a negative way?"]
[World's #1 Princess: "You could put it like that, sure."]
When Rose returned from the arena, her consciousness slipped back into her own body. After checking herself over, she realized there were no signs of her Super Saiyan transformation left. Which meant—whatever she'd used in that space wasn't her real body.
And, thankfully, nothing about it seemed to have affected her now.
Ever since officially becoming a God of Destruction, Rose had stopped transforming into a Super Saiyan altogether.
The reason was simple: the Saiyan transformation conflicted with her divine power of destruction—it messed with her personality.
Until she could completely suppress that influence, she had no intention of transforming again.
The only reason she tried it earlier was because she was in another dimension, and the body she used there was specially built by the chat group. She'd thought she could handle it—but it turned out the side effects were way worse than she'd expected.
She had only wanted to test the strength of the arena's space itself.But after transforming... she'd ended up wanting to kill Madara Uchiha, just to see if the chat group could bring him back to life.
The difference might sound small—but it changed her personality, no doubt about it.
Rose sighed softly. "Yeah, I guess I really don't fit in with that whole 'warrior race' thing."
A ping from the chat group pulled her thoughts back.
[Madara Uchiha: "Wait a sec... Group leader, when you attacked me just now—were you trying to bypass the group's protection and actually kill me?"]
Madara wasn't stupid. From the group leader's cryptic remarks, and from feeling his body and soul being wiped away almost firsthand, he'd already pieced together a terrifying answer.
And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense—especially when he remembered that cold, detached look in Rose's violet eyes. The way she looked at him like he was just… trash.
[World's #1 Princess: "Ah, Mr. Madara caught on. What a headache… Should I silence you now?"]
[Madara Uchiha: "..."]
[Kikyo: "..."][Spider Girl: "..."]
[World's #1 Princess: "Kidding, kidding. Relax, Madara. Before I transformed, I had no intention of killing you. You saw how I was after I changed—if I went all out and you still walked away, you've got nothing to worry about."]
[Madara Uchiha: "..."](Yeah right. You're lying—and I've got proof.)
[Ding! Madara Uchiha has been promoted to Group Admin! Everyone, cheer!]
[Madara Uchiha: "...?"]
A bribe?Wasn't that basically an admission of guilt?
[World's #1 Princess: "Ahem, anyway! What happened earlier was an accident. This—" she gestured at herself "—is the real me. Just pretend that whole 'transformation personality' thing never happened, okay?"]
[World's #1 Princess: "Right, Madara?"]
[Madara Uchiha: "@World's #1 Princess Please, just call me by my name. Whenever you call me 'Mr.' anything, I feel like I'm about to get sold off."]
Madara had learned his lesson. Against someone who could crush him like an ant, all that arrogance didn't mean much. He still had dreams—peace for the shinobi world—and if he had to swallow his pride for that, so be it.
Ah… Hashirama really had understood it all from the start. The essence of a ninja... was endurance.
[World's #1 Princess: "Sure thing, Madara. You were saying?"]
[Madara Uchiha: "..."](Oh, come on. Can we not keep this going?)
After becoming a group admin and seeing the new permissions that came with it, Madara figured it was best not to push the group leader too far.
He'd lost—badly—and losing meant no rights. He'd challenged her authority, got wiped in the arena, and really, that was on him. Besides, his soul was still intact—he'd call that a win.
[Madara Uchiha: "Ahem… I also think the group leader is, uh, just as easy to get along with as Hashirama."]
...The man known as the Shura of the Shinobi World actually managed to say that without blushing or stammering. Miracles do happen.
Once Rose and Madara's "misunderstanding" was cleared up, the chat group fell quiet again.
Kikyo wasn't much of a talker.Madara was busy exploring his new admin tools.And Spider Girl… well, she was grinding levels like her life depended on it. Because it kinda did.
After a long silence—
[Madara Uchiha: "@World's #1 Princess Group leader, you… know what's happening in my world, don't you?"]
[World's #1 Princess: "You mean the Ten Tails? Or your Moon's Eye Plan?"]
[Madara Uchiha: "So you do know. How much exactly?"]
[World's #1 Princess: "As the group leader, I can roughly see the past and future of every member's world. I only know the parts that are already fixed—basically what would've happened if you'd never joined this chat group. But not everything."]
Rose deliberately avoided mentioning that their worlds were just anime and fiction. Instead, she explained it as if the chat group itself were a near-omniscient system.
After all, no one likes being told their world is just a story.
[Madara Uchiha: "Then tell me—did my plan work? Did the shinobi world finally find peace?"]
Madara's voice carried a tremor of emotion. Peace had become his life's obsession.
[World's #1 Princess: "It both succeeded… and failed."]
[Madara Uchiha: "???"]
[World's #1 Princess: "You were betrayed. By the person you trusted most."]
[Madara Uchiha: "Who?"]
Madara froze. The person he trusted most… that could only be—
[World's #1 Princess: "If I tell you now, wouldn't that spoil the fun? Wait until you're revived. You'll find out yourself. You already have plans for that, don't you?"]
[Madara Uchiha: "..."](This woman's infuriating… but I can't beat her.)
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In the Realm of the Gods of Destruction, Rose slowly withdrew her consciousness from the chat group.
"Peace through the Infinite Tsukuyomi, huh..." She shook her head softly.
"Who's to say anyone's world isn't just a utopia built by a higher civilization?"
She hadn't told Madara the truth about his "peace."
To her, the so-called Infinite Tsukuyomi was... complicated.
If someone lived their entire life inside an illusion, then their illusion was reality.
Truth and falsehood weren't always so easy to separate.
After all—how could she be sure her Dragon Ball world was real?
What if some lazy author had just created it on a whim… and thrown her into it?
"....."