Orochimaru’s Magic Lamp

Konoha.

In the Uchiha clan district, at the site of the former medical room.

Orochimaru glanced at the electrocardiogram, watching it return to a steady rhythm. He exhaled softly and stopped looking at the unconscious Uchiha chunin lying on the experimental bed. Taking a few steps back, he sat down in a chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Standing nearby, Fugaku waited for a moment, then asked, unable to hold back, "Lord Orochimaru… was the operation a success, or...?"

Orochimaru didn't respond immediately. Just as Fugaku began to worry, Orochimaru opened his eyes and said calmly, "Don't worry. It wasn't a failure."

In fact, it wasn't just a success—it was far beyond. Unlike previous partial fusion procedures, this one achieved true cellular-level fusion. By all measures, it should have been impossible to succeed.

Yet despite the perfect fusion using White Zetsu cells, the results were underwhelming. The subject's power barely improved—less, even, than Shinsuke Uchiha, who had only undergone partial fusion. It didn't come close to expectations.

"No failure?" Fugaku echoed, trying to read between the lines.

Orochimaru didn't embellish. He spoke in his usual measured tone, half explaining and half thinking aloud:

"To put it simply, his body has adapted to a certain extent. He now has the potential to awaken the Sharingan—but the process will take a long time. The difficulty might be comparable to an ordinary Uchiha trying to awaken the Mangekyō."

Fugaku frowned.

The implication was clear: the subject might awaken the Sharingan someday—but the likelihood wasn't high.

"Then what was the point of this surgery?"

After pouring in so many resources, Fugaku couldn't accept such a meager result.

"You don't understand," Orochimaru said with a glance, then looked away. "While the power boost is limited, the success rate is stable. In other words, if you wanted to, this procedure could be performed on every Uchiha."

"You mean…" Fugaku's eyes lit up. As clan head, he wasn't just thinking about today—he was seeing the future.

"Prepare the funding. For now, we'll begin with twenty operations."

Orochimaru waved him off.

"Yes!" Fugaku said, beaming. He hoisted the unconscious chunin over his shoulder and quickly exited the underground lab.

If the success rate was stable, a large-scale operation could begin—and it would be much easier to hide from the rest of the village.

Once Fugaku was gone, Djinn stretched lazily in the air and chuckled. "You've gotten pretty slick, huh? That was one hell of a sales pitch."

It was true. Getting too caught up in immediate results was short-sighted. But selling a grand dream without substance could be just as foolish.

The improvement had been marginal, yet Orochimaru had painted it as a breakthrough. Fugaku had swallowed the bait without verifying a thing, convinced this was the key to the Uchiha clan's resurgence.

"I didn't lie to him," Orochimaru muttered. "The fusion was successful. The subject's body and cells are fully compatible now. Even if there wasn't much of a power boost, the Uchiha's unstable temperament has been neutralized—his risk of going berserk is much lower now…"

His voice trailed off, unsure if he believed his own justification.

Ironically, this outcome aligned with what the Third Hokage had always wanted—a more stable, controllable Uchiha. And if the clan believed it was the path to power, they might happily trade a bit of their intelligence for that promise.

"Hmm…"

Orochimaru frowned, deep in thought.

He didn't want to accept this result any more than the Uchiha would. White Zetsu cells and the cells of the First Hokage were both cut from the same cloth—different levels of power, but essentially the same source. So why was partial fusion more effective than a perfect one?

If the fusion was truly perfect, Uchiha should've seen some substantial growth.

But the results didn't lie.

He tapped the table rhythmically, the sound echoing as he tried to relieve the tension in his nerves. His eyes sharpened as he reviewed all the data again, combing through the procedure for missed clues.

Everything pointed to the same contradiction: the operation was flawless, yet the results were mediocre.

"…"

Djinn floated around Orochimaru a few times. He couldn't understand the data or writing—his education in life didn't prepare him for any of this. And frankly, he didn't care to learn.

It wasn't laziness. In his eyes, science was bound to each world's unique laws. What worked here wouldn't translate elsewhere. Why waste time learning something useless in the next world?

Compared to that, his Genie abilities were stable—reliable no matter the realm. That was his real power.

Still, even if he didn't understand the science, Djinn's intuition rarely failed him.

"Maybe," he said, leaning in, "just maybe… weak results are the norm."

Orochimaru paused mid-note. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know the details of your experiment," Djinnn said, shrugging. "But isn't there a difference between the First Hokage's cells and the White Zetsu clones?"

Orochimaru looked up slowly. "You said before that White Zetsu is made from humans who were twisted by the Gedo Statue thousands of years ago."

"Exactly," Djinn said. "Technically, they're even closer to the Ōtsutsuki bloodline than Hashirama himself."

"But…" he added, raising a finger, "I forgot one thing. That statue—the Gedo Mazo—it hasn't been the Ten-Tails all this time. It's just a hollow husk, barely holding onto its chakra."

"If you plant a fruit tree in the desert, no matter how good the seed, it's not going to bear much fruit. It might not even live. Same with White Zetsu."

Orochimaru's eyes widened slightly as the idea clicked.

"Don't forget," Djinn continued, "Kaguya made the Zetsu army to fight the Ōtsutsuki. But if one single attack from them could wipe out a field of Zetsu, how useful were they really?"

It was an intriguing thought.

"You're suggesting that the chakra-starved Gedo Statue produced a degraded version of the original White Zetsu," Orochimaru said, "A weaker, more stable variant. That would explain why combining it with Uchiha DNA produces disappointing results. It doesn't amplify—it dampens."

"And if the fusion doesn't involve Yin and Yang balance," he added, "it might even drag the host's potential down."

The Uchiha chunin they used was among the clan's most promising. If even he couldn't gain power from perfect fusion, what about the clan's average members?

Djinn blinked. "Yep. That's basically what I meant."

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