Speedrunning Naruto to the Top - Chapter 113: The Mysterious Third Party, Second Sage Eyes?

Xiao Lin, a small doctor at a university hospital, has an unknown true identity – a military doctor of the Huaxia Dragon Soul special forces.Despite considering himself low-key, he leads a high-profile life.

Her revenge required his resources. His price was her surrender.She ran from a gilded cage. He’s the only man who can give her the keys to her revenge—and the one who knows how to make her beg for his touch.Her only weapon is a job at Daki Tech, where she finds herself at the mercy of her childhood rival, the ruthless billionaire Reomen Daki.He offers her a deal: his resources for her vengeance, in exchange for her absolute submission in a brutal professional war that bleeds into nights of white-hot tension.Their every clash is a battle of wills laced with searing attraction, a dangerous game where the lines between hatred and hunger blur.To burn her family's world to the ground, she must first play with the one man who knows how to make her burn.

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”“You must think I’m mad.”“But it doesn’t matter.”“It has already seen you.”——————Oil is Its blood.Thick smoke is Its breath.Ore and steel are Its food.The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.They claim they are mere mortals.Child, you’d best not argue.You must understand:Their technology is beyond comprehension.Their production capacity is unimaginable.A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.How will you stop them?With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.——————“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”

They say a god cannot fall.Apollo would like a word.Cast out of Olympus for giving mortals a prophecy they were never meant to hear, the once-golden deity finds himself stripped of power, name, and worship.Now he’s just a half-frozen stranger bleeding in a ditch, trying to remember how to be human without losing what made him divine.But the world below is not as he left it. Cities rot, old powers stir, and the threads of fate unravel where no loom should reach.Something is shifting in the dark, something even the gods did not foresee.Apollo was sentenced to live as a mortal for ten circuits of the sun.He plans to survive them.But survival is no guarantee of peace and power, once given, is rarely forgotten.