To be honest, Uchiha Madara's internet addiction was beyond what Uchiha Kei could have imagined.
Without seeing it for himself, Kei would never have believed how deep it ran—Madara had even dug out a space beneath the ga hall to freeload off the local network. He was constantly online in the LAN-exclusive *Ultimate Storm*, picking fights and dancing with random players every day.
Yes, the ga halls in Konoha had now been outfitted with the special LAN service originally reserved for VIP guests during the launch event.
As long as Kei remained within the Konoha area, and the halls stayed within the range of the psychic network's signal, the LAN remained active.
Fairness didn't exist in the shinobi world. And if sothing good wasn't shared? Too bad. Even if people grumbled, there was nothing they could do about Konoha or the Konoha Ga Guild. Even the Daimyō of the Land of Fire could be brushed off.
"This technology is an Uchiha clan secret," they'd say. "Only with vast amounts of Sharingan chakra can it function. Until we develop a broader alternative, it won't be made public."
And sure, it'll be made public—just as soon as Kei completes the system mission that's been stuck for nearly two months now: get 200,000 players on a single ga.
Given how fast *Ultimate Storm* was spreading, though, it didn't seem impossible. Competitive gas, it turned out, had massive appeal whether on Earth or in the shinobi world. Just like MOBAs had taken the Earth by storm, a good ga here was bound to create its own miracle.
And right now, Madara was totally hooked. High-energy, out of his mind. White Zetsu even reported that Black Zetsu was increasingly agitated—still afraid of Kei and the trauma from that *Intestinal Taste Bud Technique*. So whenever Madara snuck off to ga beneath the arcade, Black Zetsu stayed behind to guard their base under Naka Shrine.
To be fair, Madara hadn't gone full lunatic yet—he hadn't moved their whole base under the ga hall, just carved out a private space.
Thanks to system-issued cola and other sustenance items, Madara no longer needed the Ten Tails' life-support pod. His health was improving. His spirit was rising. Life was good.
According to White Zetsu, not only was Madara's complexion improving, he was also... plumper.
Not "fat," per se. But the previously malnourished, dried-up husk of an old man was now visibly healthier thanks to balanced nutrition.
Still, with three full als a day of junk-food-tier system als, who knew what the future held? Those deluxe set als were tasty, but no one ever said they weren't full of calories.
"Will Madara end up becoming a literal ball soday?"
Kei couldn't help but mutter.
A vivid image popped into his mind—future Madara, fat as a balloon, standing dramatically on a cliff with arms crossed, asking challengers if they wanted to dance… only to leap down and create a massive crater upon landing.
"Pfft—"
He burst out laughing. White Zetsu, who was reporting the situation, tilted his head in confusion, unsure why Kei had suddenly started laughing.
Not that it mattered. For this particular White Zetsu—Daibai, the first to pledge allegiance and receive a na from Kei—nothing else mattered so long as he could savor the heavenly *Intestinal Taste Bud Technique*.
It was a flavor unattainable by mortals—coveted by all White Zetsu.
Other Zetsu had to wait in line for Kei's "grace." Only Daibai, the favorite, got regular servings.
Hmph! Foolish Black Zetsu didn't get it. He was terrified, repulsed even, and distanced himself from Lord Kei and Konoha.
Just like Kei-sama said, Black Zetsu had no right to control the White Zetsu. He was rely a lucky fool who stumbled upon control.
Daibai had already sworn to seize that control back soday.
Only Lord Kei—supre, wise, and understanding—was worthy of commanding them.
All White Zetsu must give their absolute loyalty to Lord Kei!
Yes—absolute loyalty!
Anything less than total loyalty was the sa as betrayal!
If any new recruit among the White Zetsu showed even the slightest hesitation toward Kei-sama, Daibai would personally crush them!
As the one Kei valued most, Daibai had a duty to enforce this. No traitors among White Zetsu!
In that mont, Daibai's heart was burning—with a cold sun.
A cold, unwavering sun that he would devote his life to.
And that cold sun… was Lord Kei, the only one capable of using the *Intestinal Taste Bud Technique* with such ruthless brilliance!
Naturally, Kei had no clue what Daibai was thinking.
If he did, he'd probably spit out his tea and ask, "Did you wander onto the wrong set? Shouldn't you be working in Holy Terra under the Yellow Weasel Emperor instead?"
In short, Madara's current condition left Kei speechless—but amused.
Odd as it was, Madara wasn't causing problems. In fact, he occasionally produced golden spirits—one every two days, on average. A model contributor.
There weren't many reliable golden-spirit generators like him across the entire shinobi world. Kei was genuinely touched—and encouraged White Zetsu to keep those high-calorie als flowing.
What began as a ans to pacify Madara had turned into a willing offering.
Because if Madara died from malnutrition or exhaustion, where would Kei find another cash cow like him?
Clearly, those als needed to keep coming. Big portions. Always.
Incidentally, part of the reason Madara was so prolific wasn't just because *Ultimate Storm* let him fight to his heart's content—it was also because more players were getting better.
Beating up newbies was fun, sure. But it got old.
Now that fights were getting tougher, Madara was actually enjoying the challenge.
Take the eight-player battle royale mode. Madara would shout, "I'll take all ten of you!" at the start.
And then… get sward.
With number balance restored, victory ca down to skill and experience. And as more ninja sharpened their skills, many instinctively coordinated when facing Madara.
No more easy wins.
Madara thrived on that. The pressure, the pain, the risk of defeat—it made the eventual victory even sweeter. The dopamine rush was on another level compared to stomping newbies.
That, more than anything, was why he kept producing golden spirits.
Kei called it "efficient." He even tweaked the backend to cloak Madara's activity, ensuring no snooping eyes discovered the old man's little secret hideout.
And while Madara was lost in ga-induced euphoria, another major character from that day—Uchiha Obito—had only just recovered from social death.
Why social death?
To answer that… we need to go back to the day everything went wrong.
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