Chapter 10: The World of Creation

The moment I left the world of ninjas behind, I focused my chakra and my will, creating a new realm entirely, a space that only I could shape. It was not like the previous one I had once attempted to create, a place born from my desperation and fractured desires. This world was different—new, organic, alive with the power I had yet to fully unleash.

It began with the trees. Towering, ancient trees that seemed to stretch infinitely towards a sky made of swirling, golden clouds. Their leaves shimmered with the raw essence of chakra, each one a living conduit for power that seeped into the air. The ground itself pulsed with life, a soft green glow beneath the earth, each blade of grass reaching upward as though eager to touch the sky.

And then there were the beasts.

Massive, colossal creatures, unlike anything the ninjas could ever imagine. These were no ordinary beasts—these were my creations, born from my understanding of the Creation of All Things, imbued with chakra, and designed to breathe life into the world I would now govern. Some were serpentine, with scales that shimmered like the stars, while others were quadrupedal, each step causing the earth to shake beneath them. These beasts were more than simple creatures; they were vessels of power, made to both serve and coexist with the White Zetsu, giving them the strength to grow, evolve, and eventually protect this world.

At first, the beasts roamed freely, multiplying in number as they found mates and created offspring. Their presence was not just an aesthetic wonder; it was vital for the balance of this new world. Their chakra-infused breath altered the very air, creating a constant flow of energy that was absorbed by the White Zetsu, who thrived in the ever-expanding network of life.

The White Zetsu were not simply creatures of growth and power—they were my tools, my soldiers, my children. And so, I set them to work.

The world itself was vast, sprawling out in all directions, with dense forests and towering mountains. As the Zetsu multiplied, I separated them into different regions, each zone being more challenging than the last. The deeper they ventured, the stronger they became—both in chakra and form.

The White Zetsu in the outermost layers of the world were weaker, still growing and learning how to harness their power. They were taught the basic principles of chakra manipulation, their potential limitless, but their understanding still in its infancy.

Further in, the Zetsu grew stronger. They had begun to understand their potential, how to feed on the ambient chakra released by the summoning beasts and how to use that energy to manipulate the environment around them. These White Zetsu were capable of creating basic structures, controlling the earth, and refining their control over chakra. They could create simple forms of defense and offense, but they were still only in the beginning stages of their evolution.

But the deeper you went, the more powerful the Zetsu became. The air grew thick with chakra, an electric hum that carried the weight of immense power. Here, the White Zetsu were not just creatures of growth—they were warriors, masters of their own craft, constantly training to enhance their abilities. Their bodies pulsed with chakra, their senses heightened. They could manipulate the elements with ease, create weapons from the environment, and summon their own beasts to fight alongside them. The stronger Zetsu had no fear of battle—they thrived in it.

And in the very center of this vast new world, nestled between the massive roots of a great tree, sat a palace, built not of stone but of living wood and chakra. It was here that I resided, surrounded by my creations. Black Zetsu was always by my side, ever vigilant, ever loyal. His thoughts and plans were always the same: to ensure that the White Zetsu grew strong and that this world, my world, flourished.

"What will become of them?" Black Zetsu asked, his voice as quiet as the whisper of the wind through the trees. He was always calculating, always thinking, always planning.

"They will become the foundation of my empire," I replied softly. "They will grow strong and unyielding. Each generation will surpass the last. Their potential is boundless, and they will defend this world from the Ōtsutsuki when they arrive."

Black Zetsu's dark eyes gleamed with approval. "A perfect plan."

In the central realm of my world, I began to train the White Zetsu personally, offering them guidance, pushing them to exceed their limits. The summoning beasts, now fully integrated into the world's cycle, would serve as the perfect counterbalance to the growing strength of my creations. They would help maintain the delicate balance of power, each beast capable of holding an area of the world in balance, ensuring the flow of chakra remained uninterrupted.

The White Zetsu would grow, evolve, and learn under my watchful eye, until they were capable of standing against any threat the Ōtsutsuki would send. My system, unseen to the Zetsu, was constantly monitoring their progress, adjusting their training, improving their abilities.

I could not yet break free of my prison, but it no longer mattered. I would use my creations, my world, my power, to become more than the Ōtsutsuki ever dreamed. I would ascend far beyond them, until I became something more. My goal was clear, though it would take time: to surpass the Ōtsutsuki God, to be the one to reshape the universe in my image.

And when that moment came, I would be ready.