If Uran's suspicions held true, he would likely be a walking source of radiation, ceaselessly emitting energy in the form of particles from within himself to the external environment. It wasn't just a matter of contact; as long as he existed, those around him would continue to absorb these radiations. Over time, these radiations would manifest as various illnesses: widespread pain, the onset of cancer, death, genetic mutations, and other agonies, ultimately leading to a wretched demise.

He was determined to avert such an outcome.

And so, he departed. Remaining within the clan would spell doom for everyone. It wasn't merely about those with higher spirit power dying later. Even if it weren't for his parents, his own life would be at risk. He couldn't ensure that one day someone within the clan might discover his mutated writing wheel eyes were responsible for their infertility and premature demise due to the microscopic stream of radiation they absorbed.

Considering the genuine kindness and nurturing he had received over the past six years from his parents, his emotions were irrefutably authentic. It was best that he depart on his own terms.

Hence, there he stood—a child clutching a weighty bundle—among the bushes, his uncertainty palpable. The soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest were neither herbivores nor vegetarians. Venturing in would likely make leaving a daunting prospect.

After a brief pause, Uran clenched his teeth, extracting a gleaming dagger from his bundle. He secured the package to his back, then advanced slowly and cautiously into the forest, adopting an alert posture. Nowhere was safe for him, be it his clan or any other place where people congregated.

The moment he appeared in a town or village, it wouldn't be long before the tranquility of these ordinary lives was shattered. Countless deaths, bodies succumbing to grotesque decay and mutation, which would cast an ever-present shadow.

He had only one recourse: places devoid of human presence. The Star Dou Forest, untouched by human footprints, was his ultimate destination. A hint of regret lingered, for he had once dreamed of Five Village Fighting, of legendary eyes—after all, he did possess the Sharingan. Perhaps, when his Mangekyou awakened, he might have it wouldn't be a problem.

It's really a pity.

As he ventured deeper into the bushes, the surroundings underwent a transformation. Although still distant from the true Star Dou Forest, the vegetation bore a striking resemblance. The ground grew damp, the atmosphere became humid, and the warmth intensified. Though mere meters separated the interior from the outside world, the transition was striking.

The environment inside felt akin to a rainforest, permeated with the scent of decomposed vegetation. The air was saturated with moisture and heat, and sunlight filtered through gaps between densely layered leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Abundant rainfall had engendered the profuse growth of vegetation—entwined vines and labyrinthine roots created numerous obstacles.

A mere hour's journey caused Urans silver-white hair to be soaked with sweat, with his slightly wavy locks clinging to his temples. His fair complexion, kissed by the toxic sun, felt slightly uncomfortable. Unwittingly, large beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, traversing his nose bridge and brushing the corner of his mouth, imparting a salty tang.

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The young man donned somewhat luxurious blue and white trousers and a lengthy robe. Deerskin boots adorned his feet, and he rolled up his trousers to expose his ankles, guarding against the dirty mud and decaying branches underfoot.

Fortuitously, he hailed from a wealthy family and possessed a personal spatial soul guide, though it was already brimming with contents. Otherwise, he might have deposited the backpack on his back into it, lightening his load and fatigue.

Having comprehended his unique circumstances, he swiftly organized what he required for wilderness survival. He was, after all, reborn and had watched multiple survival-themed programs in his previous life. While he hadn't practiced them personally, he retained the knowledge.

Moreover, he was a spirit master. Having undergone the spirit awakening and the physical fortification of his martial soul's eye, his current six-year-old physique might even surpass the physical fitness of the otaku's body from his previous life.

However, he was also aware that his subtle movements might have been under his father's watchful eye for quite some time. His father, after all, held the position of clan leader, and his strength was undoubtedly formidable. Even as a child, his actions—packing, preparing to leave—were marked by clear intent. He hadn't openly displayed his intentions, nor had he been stopped.

And so, before embarking, he spent a moment conversing with himself. It was a way to communicate the rationale behind his departure and his intentions to his parents. A sense of shame gnawed at him. Had the bodily abnormalities been detected earlier, perhaps the servant who had once tended to him wouldn't have found themselves confined to a bed, subjected to the torments of radiation.

In hindsight, he could have persuaded his father to prepare a dwelling in some remote, desolate place. Such a decision might have spared him the ordeal of venturing into the Star Dou Forest and facing the constant specter of death.

However, the burden of guilt from that time had weighed heavily upon him, propelling him into this course of action. As for how he could be certain that his father knew of his actions, it was simple—his Space Soul Guidance Device contained a stack of books: Soul Beast Encyclopedias, Uchiha Family History, Forest Survival Encyclopedia, Trap Making Manual, and Soul Power Training Notes, all readily accessible.

"Oh, I didn't need to bring so much along. It's quite the load."

Abruptly, he halted and surveyed his surroundings with suspicion. Silence prevailed. There were no illusory soul beasts, no fearsome mosquitoes or insects. Only plants—nothing but plants.

"Am I encroaching upon some territory of a thousand-year soul beast?"

Uran's vigilance heightened. While the outermost region typically hosted spirit beasts between ten and a hundred years old, they couldn't avoid occasional clashes.

Thousand-year spirit beasts driven out of their territories might occasionally venture into these lower-level zones. This wasn't a game—it was a reality where everything posed a risk. A confrontation could very well end his life.

Over a span of ten minutes, nothing transpired.

"Forget it. This area doesn't offer an ideal campsite or survival conditions. It's too damp. I need to venture to the sides and seek an alternative route. Going deeper isn't an option." Resolute in his decision, Uran forged ahead.

If his guess held true, the Star Dou Forest encompassed various environments, and he was currently navigating a wetland resembling a rainforest. Therefore, somewhere within, a forested environment conducive to his needs should exist—or something similar, at the very least.

He altered his course, persevering with difficulty, pushing aside the verdant leaves that obstructed his view. Striding as best he could across the damp ground cloaked in vegetation, Uran pulled the foliage away, revealing his path.

Dishearteningly, the uncovered path revealed muddy puddles that lay stagnant before him. Bubbles surfaced in the puddles, then dissipated. A pungent, noxious odor pervaded the vicinity. Tall, broad-leaved trees flanked both sides, accompanied by low bushes, rendering the passage impassable.

"It seems I must change my course."

Instinctively gritting his teeth, the youth felt a pang of impatience. He would now need to backtrack and navigate an alternative path, consuming precious time.

"Forget it."

Exhaling a sigh, the boy reversed his steps, returning to the path he had embarked upon. Unbeknownst to him, within the stagnant puddle behind him, black and brown toads covered in tumors emerged. One by one, they crawled out of the water with a distinctive sound, hastening away from the boy. They leapt as if their lives depended on it, treating him as though he were a harbinger of doom.