Chapter-41

Roland flipped the card over, revealing its face to his eyes only. A gasp escaped his lips, muffled by his youthful disguise. Lilith, unable to see the card's content, could only speculate about what had caused such a reaction.

A moment later, a wide grin spread across Roland's face, a genuine, unforced expression of excitement. "Sharingan package," he announced, his voice barely a whisper but filled with exhilaration. He was told by the system he would receive a random Sharingan. Without hesitation, he grabbed the game and touched the package. As soon as he did, his new ability appeared above him. He felt quite satisfied with it.

Lilith's brow furrowed. "Sharingan package?" she echoed, confused. "What in the world does that mean?"

Roland chuckled, a mischievous glint returning to his disguised eyes. "Let's just say," he said, his voice laced with a hint of power, "my ability to manipulate this little dungeon just got a whole lot more… interesting."

The Sharingan was a powerful tool of legendary, granting him abilities like copying techniques, seeing through illusions, and even casting powerful genjutsu.

"Combined with Ryujin Jakka," Roland declared, a thrill coursing through him, "this is the ultimate power-up! Observe, Lilith!"

He closed his disguised eye, focusing his will. A moment later, when he opened it again, a crimson eye with a black four-arm shuriken shape adorned his youthful face. It was the Sharingan of Itachi Uchiha, a mark of power and potential.

Lilith stared at him, speechless. The implications of Roland wielding the Sharingan were vast. With its power of observation and copying, he could exploit the weaknesses of the dungeon's monsters, manipulate them with genjutsu, and even learn their skills. This wasn't just a power-up; it was a game-changer.

"Whoa, what kind of eyes are those?" Lilith blurted out, finally finding her voice. "I've never seen anything like them!"

This was Roland's cue. He locked eyes with Lilith, focusing his newfound Sharingan power.

"Let me show you," Roland declared, a mischievous glint returning to his disguised eyes.

Before Lilith could question his meaning, Roland focused his gaze on her. The world around her seemed to blur and distort at the edges. A chilling sensation crept up her spine as she felt an invisible force tugging at her consciousness. Panic surged through her as she realized she was falling, not through the air, but through a swirling abyss of inky blackness. The void stretched endlessly before her, devoid of light or sound, a terrifying expanse that promised only oblivion. The wind she couldn't feel whipped through her nonexistent hair, and the ground she couldn't see rushed away beneath her non-existent feet. The terror was primal, instinctive, a chilling reminder of the fragility of her existence. In that inky expanse, she was nothing but a mote of dust, insignificant and powerless.

Just as the darkness threatened to engulf her completely, a gentle touch on her arm startled her back to reality. The terrifying abyss vanished, replaced by the familiar sight of the control room. Relief washed over her, so intense it almost left her breathless. Her vision swam for a moment, the aftereffects of the illusion disorienting. She clung to the armrest of her chair, grounding herself in the physical world. The taste of fear still lingered on her tongue, a metallic tang that spoke volumes about the convincing nature of the genjutsu.

"There, there," Roland said soothingly, his disguised face etched with concern. "It's alright, Lilith. It was just a little illusion. A demonstration of the Sharingan's power."

Lilith stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest. The terror of the illusion still lingered, a stark reminder of the Sharingan's potency. It had felt so real, so immediate, that for a terrifying moment, she had been utterly convinced she was falling into an endless abyss. The experience had left her shaken, but also strangely exhilarated. The power Roland now wielded was both fascinating and frightening. It was a glimpse into the potential of the Sharingan, a power that could be used for deception, manipulation, and even torture.

"That… that felt so real," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Roland chuckled, a hint of amusement in his single visible eye. "Welcome to the world of genjutsu, Lilith," he said. "An illusion so convincing, it becomes indistinguishable from reality. But fear not, I wouldn't use it against you… unless absolutely necessary."

Lilith took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The experience had been unnerving, a chilling glimpse into the power Roland now wielded. Yet, there was also a strange sense of exhilaration. With the Sharingan in his arsenal, Roland's plan for the Den of Nightmares, whatever it may be, had just become infinitely more intriguing – and potentially, more dangerous.

Roland released his genjutsu on Lilith, a satisfied smile playing on his disguised lips. Witnessing the fear and awe in her eyes confirmed the potency of his newfound ability. But even as he reveled in the power of the Sharingan, a nagging question lingered in his mind. (internally) 'How am I able to use this so effectively on the first try? Sharingan awakens in Uchiha after a traumatic event, unlocking its potential. Yet, here I am, copying a powerful genjutsu like it's second nature.'

The answer, he recalled from the information that came with the card, lay in the unique way these powers manifested in this world. Unlike the original Sharingan that required emotional awakening, these manifested cards seemed to integrate with the user's DNA on a fundamental level. This allowed for a more immediate access to the core abilities of the original user.

(internally) 'Essentially, it's a cheat code,' he thought with a hint of amusement. 'While the original Sharingan user honed their skills through years of training and experience, I get a shortcut, a pre-loaded package of knowledge and technique.'

"So, what do you think, Lilith?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of pride. "The Sharingan seems like a valuable addition to the Den of Nightmares' arsenal, wouldn't you say?"

Lilith, still shaken from the genjutsu experience, slowly nodded. "Indeed," she admitted, her voice tinged with a newfound respect. "The possibilities are… vast."