Claimed by the Prince of Darkness - Chapter 23: Chased by awkwardness

When Naruto was young, he could see several big faces on Hokage Rock directly when he opened his eyes every morning. The window of Uchiha Xinxuan’s house will first see the Police Department Building, as for Hokage Rock, only a silhouette can be seen.

I dare not think about it, but it should also try to climb to a higher position to see the scenery.

PS: In terms of the original plot and settings, all the comics are used (excluding Boren Biography, Itachi True Biography, TV and theatrical versions), mainly because there is only one set of comics at hand.

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“Did you know? I was once the most powerful person in the world, undefeatable even by the gods. If only I can retrieve my body, I could resurrect once again.”“So what?”“So... who has hidden my corpse!”

The most unlike Slytherin.

There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, “The little wizard who disobeys will be eaten by the Night Stalker.”

He is the master of the stars that shines at Hogwarts, the Night Stalker who is feared by his enemies.

The glory made him the pride of Slytherin.

When the Dark Lord arrived, he said those words,

“Weapons, I need a lot of weapons.”

With a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, everyone would shout for him: “Damn the Sorting Hat, is this Slytherin?”

When the stars return to Hogwarts, John Wick’s light will shine on the entire wizarding world.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.