Naruto: The dungeon I developed went viral throughout the entire ninja world.

Chapter 22 God-level editing, hellish contrast execution

At the entrance of the Illusionary Dojo, Roy sat in his personal rocking chair.

The surrounding area was filled with the sound of crying; the cries of thousands of people combined were so loud that it hurt one's ears.

The villagers knelt on the ground, repenting before the frozen image on the sky.

Minato Namikaze's final smile and Hiruzen Sarutobi's solemn nod became an outlet for these people to vent their emotions.

"That's so touching."

"May the fourth generation of officials rest in peace."

"The Third Generation Lord must have suffered a lot back then."

Roy frowned as he listened to these comments.

"That's about it."

"Since you enjoy being moved so much, then let you be moved to your heart's content."

Hover your finger over the red button on the console; this is the activation button for "Comparison Mode".

However, it also marked the beginning of public executions.

"hero?"

Roy's voice was very soft, drowned out by the sobs.

"Ha, how ironic! Let me show you how Konoha treats its heroes."

At this moment, Roy's face was somber, and he looked like a complete villain, but he didn't care. He wasn't there to play the saint.

As long as it benefits him, he'll go through with the deal.

Press down with your finger.

The image frozen in the light curtain in the sky suddenly shrank and moved to the left.

The screen is split in two.

The screen on the left still shows that blood-red night.

Blood gushed from Minato's chest, his face filled with anticipation for the future, as he uttered his last words to the Third Hokage.

"Please let the village... regard this child as a hero who protected Konoha."

The screen on the right lit up.

The image is dark, with a completely grayish-white color tone, rather than a warm color tone that makes people feel comfortable.

[Time: Year 51 of Konoha.]

Location: Naruto's apartment.

The subtitles appeared: Three years later.

After the footage was shown, everyone saw a narrow, dirty single room.

The walls were peeling, and there was trash everywhere on the ground, clearly indicating that the place hadn't been cleaned much, making the living conditions quite poor.

A three-year-old child is sitting on the floor.

Her golden hair was messy, and she was wearing an old T-shirt that was obviously too big for her, with a big hole in the collar.

Without a doubt, this is Naruto at age three.

He clutched his stomach, which was rumbling loudly; he was starving.

The child got up and walked unsteadily to the table, where the last carton of milk was.

The date printed on the packaging box was actually a week past its expiration date.

But the child cannot read.

All he knew was that it was drinkable, but the milk had gone bad, and a sour, rancid smell was emanating from it.

Naruto didn't care about anything else and took a deep breath.

"vomit……"

Naruto gagged, but he didn't vomit.

He forced himself to swallow it, because there was nothing else to eat.

One sip, two sips. Spoiled milk was poured into his stomach.

Not long after, the child collapsed on the floor. He was clutching his stomach with both hands, his whole body almost curled up like a shrimp.

Cold sweat soaked his hair, and his stomach churned as if countless knives were churning inside him.

"pain……"

Naruto let out a weak groan.

"Grandpa... my stomach hurts..."

There was no response; the only sound was the crawling of mice in the room.

Left side of the screen.

Minato and Kushina shielded the child from the Nine-Tails' claws with their bodies, bleeding profusely, all so that the child could live.

Kushina was still nagging, "Naruto, you need to eat more so you can grow strong..."

Right side of the screen.

Three-year-old Naruto was rolling around on the floor in pain after drinking expired milk, and no one even gave him a sip of hot water.

The crying in Konoha Square stopped abruptly.

The villagers stared wide-eyed at the two juxtaposed images.

On the left is a great sacrifice, on the right is a hellish reality.

This direct visual impact is more persuasive than any language.

The people of Konoha felt ashamed and feared that they would be pointed at and ridiculed in various countries for a long time to come.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stood by the window, his body swaying slightly.

He remembered this incident; it was reported by the Dark Guard that the Jinchuriki had accidentally eaten expired food, resulting in acute gastroenteritis.

How did he handle it at the time?

"Send the medical team to check on them; just make sure they're not dead."

Just don't die.

The video continues.

Roy gave no one a chance to breathe.

Scene switching.

[Time: Konoha Year 52, Summer Festival.]

Left side of the screen.

Kushina, her face streaked with tears, gave her dying words: "Make friends...you don't need many...just a few truly trustworthy friends are enough..."

Right side of the screen.

The streets of Konoha were brightly lit, and fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

The villagers, dressed in bathrobes and holding round fans, had smiles on their faces.

Four-year-old Naruto walked among the crowd.

He was clutching a few crumpled coins in his hand, which he had saved up for a long time.

He wants to buy a mask.

Everyone has a mask, and he wants one too.

He walked up to a mask stall.

The stall owner, a middle-aged man, was smiling as he handed a fox mask to a little girl.

Naruto stood on tiptoe and held the money above his head.

"Uncle, I want one too."

The stall owner turned his head away.

Upon seeing the blond hair and the bearded face, the smile vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised disgust.

Without even thinking, the stall owner slapped the money out of Naruto's hand.

"Get out of here."

The stall owner's voice was very loud.

"Don't touch my things, you fox spirit, it's bad luck."

Naruto was stunned.

He bent down to pick up the money from the ground.

The stall owner kicked Naruto.

The small body flew out and crashed heavily to the ground.

His forehead hit the stone, and blood flowed down, getting into his eyes.

"it hurts……"

Naruto covered his head, and the crowd gathered around him.

No one helped him up, but no one blamed the stall owner either. Everyone just watched coldly, completely bystanders.

Their indifferent gaze, as if they were looking at a rat crossing the street, was a sign of their detachment.

"Well played."

Some people cheered.

"This kind of monster shouldn't have been released in the first place."

"The Fourth Generation Lord was killed by this thing."

"Get out of the village!"

Rotten vegetable leaves hit Naruto, and spit was spat on him.

Naruto got up, one of his eyes covered in blood.

He looked around at the people, wondering why everyone else had a mask but he couldn't buy one.

Why can everyone else laugh, but he's the only one who gets beaten up?

"I am not a fox spirit..."

Naruto cried out.

"I am Naruto... Naruto Uzumaki..."

Nobody listened.

The stall owner picked up the mask that Naruto wanted to buy, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was crushed.

"I'd rather it were dirty than sold to you."

Left side of the screen.

Shuimen sacrificed his life to protect these villagers.

Kushina exhausted her chakra to protect the villagers.

They believed until their deaths that the village would treat their children well.

Right side of the screen.

Their child, his face covered in blood, was surrounded by the villagers they were protecting, driven away like dogs, and verbally abused.

In the square, a man suddenly knelt down.

He was the mask vendor, and he recognized himself.

The man with the ferocious face in the picture, kicking Naruto away, is him.

"No...no..."

The man was trembling all over.

"I don't know... I didn't know he was the son of the fourth generation..."

"I thought he was a fox spirit..."

Excuses, all excuses.

Roy looked at the man with cold eyes. Ignorance is no excuse for evil; the wickedness in one's bones cannot be hidden.

The scene shifts again, showing the final blow.

[Time: Late at night, Konoha Year 53.]

Left side of the screen.

Minato's soul is being devoured by death.

He looked at the Third Hokage with eyes full of trust.

"Third Hokage, please let the village... regard this child as a hero who protected Konoha."

Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded emphatically: "I promise you, Minato."

Right side of the screen.

Naruto's apartment was dark.

Five-year-old Naruto hid under the covers. Today was his birthday, but also the anniversary of his parents' death.

No one celebrated his birthday.

Only my grandfather, who is three generations old, came once during the day and gave me an envelope containing my living expenses for the month.

Naruto asked, "Grandpa, who are my mom and dad? Where did they go?"

The scene gave Hiruzen Sarutobi a close-up.

The Hokage took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and concealed his expression.

"They died in the war."

"Nobody knows their names."

"You are an orphan."

What Naruto didn't know was that this was a complete lie fabricated by the Third Hokage.

Hiruzen Sarutobi left, and Naruto huddled alone under the covers.

The little body was trembling, and cries came from under the covers.

Why...?

"Why am I the only one who doesn't have a mom and dad...?"

"Why does everyone hate me...?"

"If I died... would everyone be happy...?"

Every word of lamentation.

They were all zooming in on Minato's smiling face on the left side of the screen, and comparing it to Hiruzen Sarutobi's solemn promise.

Heroes? Is this how heroes are treated?

He drank expired milk, was beaten in the street, had his background concealed, and was treated like a monster.

This is Konoha's reward to the son of a hero.

The left screen went black; Watergate is dead.

The screen on the right went black too; Naruto had cried himself to sleep.

But the sky did not darken.

Because the barrage of comments exploded, the ninja world exploded.

The extreme visual contrast, the cruelty of tearing beauty apart and showing it to the world, instantly ignited everyone's emotions.

Whether it's an enemy country or an ally.

Whether it's a Kage-level powerhouse or an ordinary Genin.

At that moment, anger overwhelmed everything.

The text swept across the entire screen like a torrent.

[Raikage A] "Hiruzen Sarutobi! Is this what you promised, to be a hero? You treat a hero's son like a dog?! If I were Minato, I'd crawl out of the Pure Land and kill you!"

[Onoki] "Although I hate Minato Namikaze, and I hate that he killed so many of my subordinates on the battlefield, he was a worthy opponent! Konoha... is this what they call the number one village in the ninja world? Hypocritical! Disgusting! Utterly disgusting! Even this old man can't stand it anymore!"

[Mei Terumi] "This dares to call itself the Will of Fire? This is more like a fire-based pyramid scheme! Bullying an orphan, the orphan of a hero who sacrificed himself for the village. Konoha's backbone has long been broken, hasn't it?"

[Rasa] "Using Jinchuriki as a weapon is one thing, but treating them as trash... Hiruzen Sarutobi, you're really going backwards as you get older."

[Killer Bee] "Idiot! Bastard! If Minato knew, he'd be turning in his grave! Yeah!"

[A Certain Ninja from Amegakure] "Feel the pain. This is the hypocrisy of a great nation."

Every comment on the screen specifically names and criticizes Hiruzen Sarutobi and Konoha.

Inside Konoha Village, the villagers who had bullied Naruto looked at the sky and their legs went weak.

The mask vendor had already fainted. The shop owner who sold Naruto expired milk was desperately trying to bury his head in the ground.

Iruka knelt on the ground, his fingernails scratching his scalp.

The guilt, fear, and shame intertwined, almost suffocating them.

They are accomplices.

They were the ones who pushed the hero's son into hell.

Hokage Building.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at the comments.

Looking at words like hypocritical, disgusting, and pyramid scheme, I felt a chill.

His face was ashen, and the sight of him nearly gave him a heart attack.

His reputation was utterly shattered.

At the entrance of the Illusionary Dojo, Roy sat in a rocking chair.

He watched this scene unfold, witnessing the fury of the entire ninja world, and simply picked up a newly opened bottle of soda next to him.

He tilted his head back and took a gulp.

"Cool."

Roy uttered a single word.

"Don't rush."

Roy whispered.

"This is just the appetizer. It seems that granting ninjas from different countries the ability to leave comments can have unexpected effects."

"The most shocking part is yet to come. Now that we've already torn off the mask, let's smash the bones too."