Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Research requires funding, beautiful Miss Paper Angel." Orochimaru said with a faint smile, "Don't you want Pain's body to recover?"

"What do you know?"

Konan's expression changed instantly, with a hint of anger.

"The Rinnegan, although powerful, according to my research, the more powerful the Pupil Skill, the greater the consumption on oneself. Moreover, that form of Pain, he must only be a puppet," Orochimaru asserted confidently. Seeing Konan's body start to split as if she was about to use her unique "Paper Ninjutsu", he felt assured of his thoughts.

Moreover, he had confirmed something else—that Konan of the Akatsuki Organization, and even the guy behind Pain, although powerful and could even be said to dominate the ninja world, and definitely decisive in killing, were not real ninjas and couldn't outsmart a true ninja in strategy.

But—

A single force reduces ten meetings.

Orochimaru sighed in his heart and developed an extreme desire for great power.

"You guessed right, so what do you want?" Konan asked.

"Funding, of course," Orochimaru chuckled, "I come here either to be called for a meeting or to ask for money, no need to play dumb."

"Okay, I'll give you ten million, and then give me a hundred of that potion," Konan said.

"······ Only one." Orochimaru chose to indulge Konan's great demands, and he truly had only made one such potion.

"At least fifty."

"One."

"Thirty, don't push it too far, Orochimaru."

"One."

"Twenty, that's my bottom line."

"One."

Konan fell silent. she knew research indeed required a lot of money and the finished product was very precious, but one was really too few, and the ten million also pained her.

Seeing Konan silent, Orochimaru also feared that she wouldn't give any money at all and opted for robbery, so he relaxed his demand: "However, this is the first one, just give me nine million."

"Too much, one million."

"······"

After a final round of bargaining, Orochimaru eventually got three million for that one potion.

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"The Akatsuki Organization, too stingy." As Orochimaru walked out of the Akatsuki base, his expression darkened, pondering whether to leave the organization, as his goals differed from theirs.

Also, they provided very little funding for him.

Just three million, how could that be enough for his research?

Although more generous than Danzo, it was still far from enough.

"Forget it, I'll endure it for now. Once I uncover the secrets of the Rinnegan, it won't be too late to leave," Orochimaru thought, and then he wrote a letter to Danzo, hoping he could procure some Uchiha cell tissue.

The Sharingan and Rinnegan, both special Pupil Skills, might have similarities, which might enable him to achieve understanding through analogy···

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In the depths of the Akatsuki Organization's base.

The emaciated Nagato sat in a wheelchair, behind him was the desiccated, horrific shell of the Ten-Tails.

"Konan, do you have something to report?"

Nagato saw Konan walking in with an orange test tube and couldn't help but ask, "What is that in your hand?"

"It's a potion developed by Orochimaru, said to restore chakra and physical strength. I indeed sensed a type of chakra similar to yours in it." Konan handed the potion to Nagato, "It might be helpful for your body."

"Is that so? I appreciate it."

Nagato took the potion, opened the stopper, and sensed the life-filled chakra within. However, he did not immediately consume it. Instead, he dipped his finger in and tasted a drop, feeling his body slightly rejuvenated.

After confirming there were no side effects, Nagato drank it all in one gulp.

Instantly, steam began pouring from his body, and his emaciated muscles visibly began to regenerate. Although still very thin, he looked more spirited than before.

At least, he looked more human.

"Orochimaru has finally researched something useful." Nagato clenched his fists, feeling stronger than ever, "Does he have more?"

"Three million ryos each."

The price Konan mentioned silenced Nagato.

Three million ryos... Does the organization have that much in its coffers? Surely they hadn't spent all their funds on this one potion?

"How many can we afford with our remaining funds?"

"Fifty."

"That many?" Nagato was a bit surprised. Had the organization really amassed one and a half billion ryos?

"However, Orochimaru has discovered that Pain is merely a puppet," Konan continued.

"That's not important; it would be strange if he hadn't discovered it." Nagato was unconcerned. One of the three Sannin, Orochimaru, was even more composed than their teacher Jiraiya. How could he not uncover the secret of Pain?

But even if he did, what of it?

Though frail, his true body possessed the real Rinnegan, and merely sitting in his wheelchair was enough to keep most ninjas at bay.

He was invincible!

"I'll find a way to make Orochimaru produce more potions and then drive down the price," Konan said.

"Good, we can't let Orochimaru get too arrogant." Nagato also felt that if each potion cost three million, Orochimaru would start making unreasonable demands, so they needed to lower the price.

Unbeknownst to him, this was already the discounted price...

When Orochimaru returned to his secret base, he received Konan's paper crane: "Bulk order? One million each? Do you take me for a fool?"

The potion was refined from the cells of the nine-tailed Jinchuriki, making even obtaining the cells worth a million.

Not to mention his research, organizing, separating, refining, and processing.

Did the latter half not cost anything?

"Perhaps they really don't have the concept." After his initial anger, Orochimaru calmed down. After all, most of the ninja world scorned scientific research.

Konan and Pain, they were the kind to adhere to so-called dreams, having a common goal but clueless about how to develop any further, only dealing with things as they came.

"Working with such people bodes poorly for the future." Orochimaru could already foresee the downfall of the Akatsuki Organization. Despite their immense power, their brains didn't seem to function well, and they might act rashly.

"Leaving the Akatsuki Organization is necessary."

Orochimaru did not want to be further exploited by the Akatsuki Organization and disliked being controlled. He would rather be his own master.

Besides immortality, he had another task—to acquire more ninja techniques, especially the Forbidden Techniques.

Konoha, the village of his birth, had the world's most extensive collection of ninjutsu. The Forbidden Technique scroll was one of the primary ways to enhance his own strength before he could further develop himself.