ACSP: Chapter 196: The Possibility of Transplanting a Mangekyo Sharingan and Mass-Producing Wood Release Kekkei Genkai!
Jiang Chen did not immediately answer Lei Li's question. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, he silently produced a small, sterile container holding a single, blood-red eyeball.
"A Sharingan?" Lei Li's pupils constricted violently. Given his extensive martial experience and sharp battlefield instincts, he naturally deciphered Jiang Chen's intention at a single glance. "Could it be... is this the specific Mangekyo Sharingan that harbors the legendary [Kotoamatsukami] dōjutsu?"
"Yes," Jiang Chen nodded slightly, making no effort to deny the claim.
Then, his expression turning incredibly solemn, he looked directly at Lei Li and the rest of the gathered vanguard, explaining the precise mechanics of his plan. "Kotoamatsukami operates as a conceptual, absolute-tier illusion capable of fundamentally rewriting a victim's core willpower. If we deploy the absolute authority of a second Kotoamatsukami to forcefully overwrite the pacifist programming that Shimura Kenta previously implanted into Ronan's mind, the conflicting code should cancel out, effectively breaking the original illusion holding him hostage."
As the words left his lips, Jiang Chen pivoted on his heel, turning his sharp gaze toward the quietly observing Song She. "Song She, haven't you been relentlessly researching the biological and spiritual architecture of the Mangekyo Sharingan lately? I am entrusting this eye to you. Transplant this Sharingan into your own socket."
Song She, who had been completely lost in his own analytical thoughts, snapped out of his trance the exact millisecond his name was called. He looked up, his eyes wide with profound shock.
"President... are you genuinely serious? This specific Mangekyo Sharingan—the one carrying the god-tier Kotoamatsukami—you are truly planning to just hand it over to me?"
He found it completely difficult to process the reality of Jiang Chen's casual generosity. To willingly part with such an invaluable, reality-bending artifact was practically unheard of among faction leaders.
It was true that transplanting a foreign [Mangekyo Sharingan] without Uchiha lineage placed a staggering, near-fatal burden on a normal cultivator's physical constitution, constantly draining their latent chakra reserves. It was undeniable, however, that the cataclysmic dōjutsu skills locked within an eye of this caliber were powerful enough to easily rival, or even completely surpass, conventional S-level ninjutsu.
In Song She's professional estimation, anyone in the outside world who foolishly believed a Three-Tomoe Sharingan was superior to a Mangekyo simply because of the stamina drain was a total, uneducated idiot who didn't understand a damn thing about true power. Anyone who possessed even a basic grasp of advanced dōjutsu mechanics recognized a simple truth: an ordinary Sharingan was completely insignificant when placed before a Mangekyo Sharingan. It wasn't even worth mentioning in the same breath; they weren't even playing in the same league.
Even if overusing the eye's forbidden ocular powers eventually led to total, irreversible blindness, its structural and tactical value remained infinitely higher than any standard bloodline limit in existence.
Especially a [Mangekyo Sharingan] paired with a heaven-defying dōjutsu like Kotoamatsukami; its true value was simply immeasurable.
It was exactly like holding a tactical nuclear weapon in your bare hands. Your other physical hardware or base attributes might be completely lacking, but as long as you were gripping a deterrent of this magnitude, any potential enemy in the world would be forced to treat you with an innate, deep-seated fear. This was the absolute, fundamental difference between "having no sword in your hand" and "having a sharp sword but choosing not to draw it."
Of course, Jiang Chen wasn't harboring a single shred of anxiety that Song She might try to turn the blade against him after obtaining the absolute authority of [Kotoamatsukami]. Given the monstrous depth of his own current Ocular Power and mental fortitude, even if the guy somehow grew a twisted set of balls and tried to use the illusion to control him from the shadows, the sheer disparity in spiritual pressure would instantly trigger a horrific, soul-crushing backlash that would turn Song She's brain into absolute mush.
The moment Song She carefully received the glass container holding the Sharingan, his eyes instantly ignited with a frantic, near-maniacal excitement.
Without wasting a single second, he impatiently reached into his tactical supply bag, tearing open a pack of high-grade hemostatic medicine. Then, standing right there in the open plaza in front of the stunned vanguard, he began the gory transplant surgery on himself.
The grisly, bloody spectacle caused a collective chill to ripple through the onlookers, and several hardened fighters actually broke out in a tense cold sweat. Under normal civil circumstances, any rational person undergoing a delicate ocular transplant would demand a sterile operating table, precise surgical tools, and a heavy dose of general anesthesia. They never could have anticipated that this clinical researcher would just casually pluck out his own eye and swap the new one into the socket right there on the spot.
And he did it completely manually, with a steady, unshakeable hand. The sheer, chilling stoicism of the man was nothing short of psychotic.
The moment Song She successfully connected the nerve endings and swapped in Shimura Kenta's [Mangekyo Sharingan], the crimson iris flared to life, and he instantly gained absolute mastery over the [Kotoamatsukami] dōjutsu.
Subsequently, following the precise mechanical instructions Jiang Chen had outlined for him, Song She focused his newly acquired ocular energy. He locked his crimson gaze onto the dazed warrior, unleashing the sovereign illusion to violently overwrite the old, foreign code. With a sharp spike of chakra, he completely purged the lingering pacifist brainwashing from Ronan's subconscious, restoring his brother-in-arms' true personality.
However—the exact moment the technique concluded, the manic triumph on Song She's face stiffened.
He suddenly felt a profound, chilling emptiness deep within the transplanted socket. He discovered to his horror that after deploying [Kotoamatsukami] just a single time, the dōjutsu had immediately entered an extraordinarily massive, seemingly locked cooldown period.
True to his analytical nature, he didn't attempt to hide the anomaly and immediately voiced the sudden restriction to the group.
But the rest of the vanguard didn't pay much attention to his warning, assuming the researcher was simply overreacting or making a mountain out of a molehill.
"Come on, man, isn't it completely standard for high-tier skills to have a cooldown period? Even some of my own basic area-of-effect Lightning Release skills have multi-minute cooldowns..."
Lei Li let out a hearty laugh, taking the limitation completely for granted. In his mind, he felt that Song She was just being needlessly greedy, complaining about a minor caveat after being handed the greatest windfall of his entire life.
It was common knowledge that the more powerful a skill was, the harsher its combat requirements.
"If an absolute, reality-breaking dōjutsu like Kotoamatsukami didn't have a strict cooldown restriction, wouldn't a person just be completely invincible?" Yang Ke added, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity of a limitless mind-control technique.
Li Dala also chimed in from the periphery, nodding in vigorous agreement. "Exactly! If our skills were completely devoid of cooldown timers, I could literally manifest an infinite storm of explosive clay bombs in a single second. If that were the case, who on earth could ever hope to stop me?"
Despite their logical arguments, Song She's brow remained tightly knitted in a deep, troubled frown. The more he analyzed the sluggish, stagnant flow of the spiritual energy within his new ocular pathway, the more fundamentally wrong it felt to his scientific mind.
"No... you don't understand. The structural dormancy period for this dōjutsu is mathematically astronomical," Song She muttered, his voice dropping into a hollow, serious tone. "I can feel the internal biological clock of the eye. I am highly certain that I will be physically unable to cast Kotoamatsukami a second time for several years."
The moment that terrifying metric left his lips—
Every single person present, with the sole exception of Jiang Chen, who already possessed absolute meta-knowledge regarding the technique's true limitations, was completely paralyzed with shock.
"Are you out of your mind? A cooldown period spanning multiple years? You've got to be pulling our legs!" Cai Kun blurted out, his jaw dropping.
"That is a hilarious joke, Song She. If your goal is to mess with our heads, at least engineer a semi-believable excuse," Yang Ke scoffed, rolling his eyes. "A single dōjutsu technique requiring a multi-year recharge? What, do you think that eyeball of yours is encrusted with diamonds or something?"
Once the initial wave of silence passed, the collective instinct of the vanguard was to dismiss Song She's claim as an absurd, overly dramatic exaggeration, refusing to give it any serious weight. That was until Jiang Chen calmly spoke up, his authoritative voice confirming the grim, unvarnished truth behind Song She's medical self-assessment.
Only then did the skeptical smirks instantly vanish, replaced by expressions of utter, unmitigated horror.
An active skill with a systemic cooldown period stretching across a significant fraction of a decade? Wasn't a restriction that harsh basically a cosmic joke played on an honest cultivator?
Li Dala walked over, heavily patting the researcher on the shoulder as he struggled to suppress a triumphant laugh. "Hey, look on the bright side, Brother Song She! Don't let it get you down. Honestly, if you look at it from a medical perspective, having a multi-year cooldown is actually a massive blessing in disguise. At the very least, you'll never have to lose sleep worrying about going permanently blind from overusing your fancy new eye!"
Song She was acutely aware that the explosive-expert was openly gloating over his misfortune, but he simply didn't possess the emotional bandwidth to entertain the petty mockery right now. He chose to ignore him entirely, his mind completely consumed by the logistical nightmare of owning a weapon he could only fire once an era. The remaining commanders were equally tongue-tied, unable to find any comforting words, leaving them to exchange sympathetic, awkward winces.
However, right at that moment of despair—
Jiang Chen reached into his tactical gear and silently retrieved a specialized Space Scroll. With a fluid, practiced motion, he unrolled the ancient parchment across his palm, channeling a spark of chakra into the sealing matrix.
Poof!
With a small burst of sealing smoke, he withdrew a pale, detached human arm—its skin stark white and covered in distinct, strange biological indentations—and tossed the heavy limb directly into Song She's waiting hands.
"This organic specimen contains a highly volatile, miraculous genetic strain known as 'Hashirama cells,'" Jiang Chen explained, his tone dead serious. "If you can successfully utilize your laboratory equipment to extract the raw genetic material from the deep cellular structures within this arm and safely inject it into your own network, it should provide the massive vital energy required to entirely bypass the multi-year cooldown of your dōjutsu. However, be fully warned: introducing these invasive cells into your biology carries an incredibly high risk of genetic rejection and mutation, so you had better proceed with extreme caution."
"Hashirama cells? What kind of anomalous biological matter is this?" Song She muttered. He gripped the heavy, pale arm, turning it over under the light as his analytical eyes examined the bizarre, unnatural muscle tissue with intense confusion.
"You will have to spearhead the specific research and cultivation protocols yourself; I lack the scientific background to assist you with the laboratory mechanics," Jiang Chen admitted, letting out a soft sigh as he gestured toward the limb.
This was the exact, highly modified arm he had severed from the corpse of Shimura Kenta during their fatal clash in the woodlands. Shimura Kenta had inherited the forbidden genetic legacy of Danzo, and consequently possessed this synthetic [Hashirama Arm] to stabilize his ocular powers.
Jiang Chen knew the underlying rules of the universe: if a brilliant mind like Song She could successfully isolate and stabilize the [Hashirama Cells] hidden within this flesh, the rewards would be cataclysmic. Not only would it seamlessly resolve the crippling cooldown bottleneck of his [Kotoamatsukami], but if cultivated properly, it could potentially allow him to mass-produce the legendary, reality-bending [Wood Release Kekkei Genkai] bloodline for their faction.
Of course, Jiang Chen didn't understand the complex minutiae of high-level biological engineering or gene-splicing. But Song She was an undisputed, pioneering expert in the field of occult research. If anyone in this world possessed the cold, clinical intellect required to solve this impossible genetic puzzle, it was him.
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