Demon Lord Uchiha

Even if he blocked the war-torn outside world, Shingen could not stop fighting. Wherever his eyes could reach, there were all his enemies.

They have the same appearance, the same power, and even the same ideals, but they cannot become companions because in this cruel world, only one person can reach the other side.

Everyone wants to be the final winner and change their world. The moment they choose to take up the burden, their fate is already determined, either death or victory.

However, after the initial chaos, the battle gradually returned to order, because their purpose here was not to fight, but to gain power that could rival the Demon King.

So they found their nearest selves one after another and began the most brutal one-on-one fight. In such a cruel battle, they wanted to improve their abilities and devour each other's hope and strength.

Regarding the scenes in front of him, Shingen has long lost the ability to judge. He seems to be trapped in an illusion that will never stop. After all, fighting with himself is simply ridiculous.

But he still had to stand here, because other than that, he could not find a way to increase his strength. He could only struggle in this dark space and kill everyone.

His physical strength was fading, his chest was like a broken bellows, sweat was flowing down uncontrollably, and his muscles ached with every movement.

After an unknown amount of time, his mind became numb, and all the pain disappeared without a trace. He seemed to have lost control of his body, and all his movements came from muscle memory.

His thoughts were no longer focused on the battle. At this time, countless past memories appeared in his mind, and he became uneasy. Did this mean that he was about to fail? After all, he had already begun to recall the past.

He seemed to have returned to a time when he had no responsibility, had interesting companions, strict teachers and loving parents.

The beautiful memories made him tired. What made him give up these things and fight in such a ridiculous place? Those who paid attention to him in the past would not want to see him in this predicament.

He really lives up to the expectations he once had. Asking himself, he failed to protect anyone. Until now, he is the only one left alive.

What's the point of being a king and dominating the world? The people he cares about have long since died. It would be too sad to perform without an audience.At this moment, he suddenly wanted to follow in their footsteps. Maybe death was the best choice.

Thinking of this, Shingen suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He seemed to see his deceased relatives and friends waving, and there was a warm light emitting from there, which made him approach involuntarily.

Leave the next thing to your other selves. Anyway, they all have the same appearance, the same strength, and even the same ideals, so there's nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of the day when he could finally stop and rest, Shingen quickened his pace. It seemed that as long as he worked harder, he would be able to enter a warm world.

Just when he was filled with joy, his movement was stopped. Looking back, he saw a pale palm holding his ankle. He easily broke free of the skinny palm. Nothing could stop him now.

Just when he was about to move on, a greater force held him back. Shingen looked back and saw countless arms.

They used little force to grab his clothes, sleeves, and trouser legs. Shingen looked at these dead souls in panic and tried his best to escape towards the light.

But there were too many of them, and they tightly entangled Shingen as he advanced, and in the end even dragged him back into the abyss.

This made Shingen suddenly feel like he was drowning. He opened his eyes desperately and found the figures behind those hands, those guys he had killed.

Shingen yelled angrily: "So it's you who are blocking me. I'm not afraid of you when you are alive, let alone dead."

After roaring, Shingen turned into an invincible beast and killed the monsters that blocked him one by one. He also brutally tore them into pieces to prevent them from blocking his progress.

But these guys were not intimidated by his actions. They pieced together the pieces of their bodies and stood in front of him again and again, blocking the light in front of him.

This made Shingen go a little crazy. He tirelessly tore apart the monsters in front of him, but they were like weeds in the field and could not be eradicated.

While he was entangled with these monsters, the warm light gradually faded away, leaving him alone, fighting alone in this dark space.

Seeing the light that was about to disappear from his sight, Shingen shed painful tears. He shouted loudly, hoping that they would wait for him, but what he expected did not happen. The people he cared about did not look back, but Leave without saying a word.

Yes, how could he, with his hands stained with blood and his ruthless nature, be worthy of those warm existences? Fighting and killing were his destiny and the value of his survival. He was the only one who was not qualified to give up.

After all, he personally ended the dreams and hopes of countless people. He turned other people's lives into hell. He was the devil living in hell.

At the moment when this idea was generated, Shingen fell into endless darkness, and the light in the distance disappeared from his sight.Then he regained control of his body again.

He gradually regained his physical senses, ended the subconscious fight, found the opponent's flaw, and then killed himself in front of him neatly.

Now that you have become a devil, you must become the most vicious devil, because this world has no sympathy for the weak and does not believe in tears.

Panting, he raised his head and saw countless repeated scenes. A large number of himself were killed by himself, and the entire black space was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

However, this tragic situation did not make them stop. Instead, everyone trembled and held the weapons in their hands. Their mission was not over yet. They must obtain unrivaled power here, so the fighting began again.

The killing continued day and night without getting tired, and finally at a certain moment, no one stood in front of him anymore.

Shingen stood on top of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, looking at the countless corpses in the space with blank eyes. He knew that he had won. He had won the final victory and gained the real power.

He laughed crazily, and then choked with grief, just like a madman, constantly venting his emotions in this dead space.