If Terukae Red in this time and space continues to stay in Konoha Ninja Village and grow up all the way according to the ninja's route, she will not become a god, and she will not meet her future lover. It's all messed up, like a road that has never been walked before.

Then she will make a decision for this fourteen-year-old child on her own.

She raised her hands, and the glow of flame appeared on her arms.

Zhao Fenghong has been a god for too long, and she has long forgotten the correct way of thinking of human beings. Welcomed and unrebellious, she has always made decisions according to her own will, and has never considered the thoughts of human beings. If she wants to do something, then it has to be right - no matter what the kid thinks.

If the gods think that death is a good thing, then the death of all living beings is correct.

If the gods think it's a good thing to destroy miè, then it's also right that the world sleeps peacefully in an instant.

The thoughts of human beings are never in the minds of the gods.

This is the ill of the gods.

Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong's front suddenly disappeared. Looking down, the scenery of Konoha Ninja Village, the golden sunset, the clouds, and the cascading leaves are gone.

The sea of time suddenly surged and enveloped the fourteen-year-old girl. The golden butterfly rested on her shoulder, its wings brushing against the young, frightened face. Brilliant stars swirled slowly above her head and beneath her feet, golden dots of light drifting around. In the soft night, countless stars are shining. The small fragments of light are connected into a river of stars like water, and the light gushes out from time to time, like an endless river.

"Welcome to the Sea of Time, Humanity. Someone has brought you to me. ”

It's like a dream, and it's like a flower that hasn't fully bloomed.

A tall and gorgeous man carrying countless flying golden butterflies slowly appeared in front of her, and the golden light outlined his body. His eyebrows made the woman ashamed, there was a touch of red at the corners of his eyes, the demon was like a blooming spark, and his bare arms were coiled with magnificent flame patterns.

"Who are you?"

Despite her horror, fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong struggled to ask her questions.

"If you become my chosen successor, you can call me 'Father'. If you don't become my heir, then you have to call me 'Your Highness Sharo'. In layman's terms, I am the 'god' in the mouth of you humans, and in detail, I am the 'god of time' and the 'god of omnipotence'. ”

In the sea of stars, the god of beauty, who resembles a demon, replied. Brilliant light bloomed around him, and clusters seemed to welcome the arrival of the new master.

"God, god?" Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong took a step back, her feet trembling slightly from stepping on the air.

"Someone sent you to the Sea of Time, and it seems that she knows I'm looking for an heir." Sharo put her finger on the girl's face, and the bright red fingertips tapped her cheek, "Do you want to be a god?" Pay a certain price to gain the power of omnipotence—"

"The price?"

Sharo withdrew her hand, dragging the wide, ornate corners of her skirt as she slowly moved above the stars: "The gods live their lives around the principle of 'equivalent exchange'. Giving, then getting. 'From something to nothing' is an impossible thing. To become an eternal god comes at a price, such as human affection, i.e., kinship, friendship, and love. ”

Sharo stopped, turned his head sideways to look at the girl who was like a falling cloud, and smiled softly: "Sit back and enjoy eternal life and loneliness." ”

The word "loneliness" made the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong sober up all of a sudden. She shook her head fiercely and said, "I don't want to be a god. I have my own family and friends, and I have unfulfilled ideals. ”

Sharo blinked slowly and dragged out his tone: "Oh-? You're funny. Few humans can resist the temptation to become gods. Isn't it good to have supreme power, manipulate time to obtain eternal life, maintain ageless beauty, and control the life and death of human beings and the overturning of history? ”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then shook her head again.

"It's so cute." A smile spread across Sharo's face, and he said, "Maybe I can open up to you and let you retain your sensitivity to human emotions." I like something else about you, like this pretty red. ”

As he spoke, Sharo nodded the red at the end of his eyes: "This is the last time I ask—are you willing to become my heir, and become a god who lives forever in the sea of time according to the principle of 'equivalent exchange'?" ”

Sharo's voice was seductive, and people couldn't help but want to agree.

Zhao Fenghong, who was watching from the sidelines, quietly changed her palm, and the lines of flame spread on her palm.

Fourteen-year-old Zhao Feng was blushing, quietly opened his mouth, and said slowly: "...... I do. ”

Zhao Fenghong, who was watching from the sidelines, put down her hand and breathed a sigh of relief - in this way, she would meet the person who would fall in love again.

Accustomed to the way of thinking of a god, she didn't take into account the true wishes of the other self, and hastily made the decision to become a god for that self with wishful thinking.

In the sea of time, Sha Luo and fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong are still talking.

Sharo raised his arm and put it on the back of Zhao Fenghong's hand. In the depths of his eyes, there was a sea: "You will replace me and become the god of time." From this moment on, you have the power to manipulate time - until the day of your death, or until you choose your next heir and exchange your divine powers. ”

Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong clasped her hand tightly, and the lines of flame crawled from Sharo's arm to the back of her hand, as if it were alive.

The moment the flames arrived, onlookers Zhao Fenghong suddenly felt that something was hunting in his mind. The overwhelming memories exploded in the memory in an instant, and countless shots rushed in one after another. Unable to maintain her own state of seclusion, she opened her own sea of time.

She returned to the starry sky where she had become a god, and let herself fall down among the vast and brilliant stars. Bursts of light brushed her toes before rushing to the next point in time. Human faces hurried into the light, with the stars in one goal. The Golden-winged Butterfly, unable to keep up with her, swung its wings as hard as she could, trying to lift her body through the light. Pools of gold swirled past the butterflies and then to the other side of the stars.

Zhao Fenghong remembered a lot of things.

Her lost, essential memories returned.

For example, she was lying in the haystack with tears and blood. A beautiful and dazzling man appeared in front of her with countless golden butterflies and said to her, "What a poor child. Do you want to become a god and get rid of human suffering? I am the god of time, Sharo. I am looking for a suitable heir. ”

She remembered who she had met - a child who had saved herself and been saved by herself.

She touched the top of the child's head, made a pact with him, and left.

She spoke to him secretly on a summer night, like a human girl in love.

She sat on the roof, playing the sacrificial music offered to the gods, and was complained about by her neighbors.

She quietly froze for a moment and kissed the beautiful person in the gap of time.

She fell in the endless void, her red hem and short hair rising upward. The golden butterflies finally caught up with her, and they all managed to stop at her. A soft drop of water floats upward, holding a golden butterfly towards the stars.

Only when the person who gave the decree dies, the memory of the person whose memory has been erased will be restored.

He's dead.

Itachi Uchiha is dead.

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For human beings, death is an eternal curtain call, a farewell for a long time, a history in which the name will not change after the explosion and collapse of the star.

For the gods, death is an extremely normal thing, like the fall of an empire, like the rise and fall of the waves, like the sun rising and setting in the west, like the birth and maturity of a new life.

Zhao Fenghong has seen many human deaths, and she will never be moved by them, whether the deceased is a famous king or a beauty who has been beautiful all her life. She could, if she wanted, take a small price and turn back the time of these people before she died, but she never did.

No one deserves a god to stop.

This time, however, it seems that something is different.

Zhao Fenghong felt that her heart was beating fast, maybe because of nervousness, maybe because of what she was about to do. For the first time, she experienced such an emotion, and she didn't know what to call it - "sad" or "painful", "regretful" or "happy". She thought that these emotions should all be mixed together, like a mess of cotton wool, blocking her heart.

The countless books she had read lost their effect, and she became a newborn who had just received knowledge.

The only thing that can be thankful is that she is not an ordinary human.

She is the god of time and the god of omnipotence.

After the first tears, Zhao Fenghong quickly returned to normal. She wiped her eyes, stood up, and walked towards the plane she had left. The time that cannot be turned back has been carried out in the summer, and the scorching sun is shining in its rays.

Since giving Uchiha Itachi the intention to erase her memories, she has been able to know Itachi's whereabouts when she wants to know, even if he's dead.

The long-haired red-haired god braved the scorching summer sun and headed towards the shore. White seabirds swirl low in the air, and low-hanging branches scrape against the undulating waters. Standing alone on the shore, it seems to be looking out at the scenery on the other side of the sea. He was dressed in a red cloud robe on a black background, wore a mask, and folded hands with black gloves folded over his chest.

"Hello." Zhao Fenghong walked in front of him: "I'll take one thing." ”