When I closed my left eye, the world I saw with my right eye became completely different.

As expected, after the Sharingan, the key thing that connects me to this world, is removed, I will look at this two-dimensional world from a three-dimensional perspective.

In other words, I was able to travel to this world because of the Sharingan, just like the "Six Eyes" that were cursed back to the world in the beginning. When I began to use the eyes of my original world to see this world, my perspective as a person from the three-dimensional world was originally incompatible with the two-dimensional world.

Although it may sound a bit harsh to say this, I have the advantage of high latitude for this world!

To describe it in human terms, everything I see with my right eye is pieced together from all kinds of lines and colors, and the whole world is filled with a sense of tearing.

I can vaguely feel the effects of different lines, the life line, the destiny line and many other indescribable things. It's a bit like an abstract painting. I feel like I can even tell fortunes for others now!

And it is absolutely accurate and will never happen.

For example, the line that is entwined behind Itachi and depicts his heart is fading. This should be his lifeline.

hiss--

I suddenly felt a tearing pain in my brain, and the pain did not end instantly, but was continuous and increasingly severe.

Oh my god, what's wrong with me? Am I feeling pain so soon?

No, I haven’t finished my character setting yet. I have a full understanding of my own identity. I know my name and where I come from. I even remember my gay friend’s script manual!

I lowered my head and saw the contact lenses in my right hand emitting a faint red light. From the perspective of my right eye, a red line protruding from it pierced into my brain along my line of sight, as if pulling at my pain nerves.

Fuck, I knew there is no such thing as a free lunch!

I grabbed the red line with one hand and crushed it with great force, bearing the pain.

There was a slight "bang" sound, and I clearly felt something break in half. The colored contact lenses in front of my eyes faded quickly, and finally turned into a red dot that fell on the tip of my index finger, just like a drop of paint.

My mind went blank for a moment, as if some memory and some connection had gone far away from me. Under this strong sense of crisis, my stress system was ringing alarm bells like crazy.

I touched my left intact contact lens and suddenly realized that maybe because my relationship with this world was too sparse at the beginning, I was in a world between two and three dimensions.

I am like a kite. The colored contact lenses in my eye sockets are the two strings pulling me. The place I want to return to is on the ground, and the anime world I am in is like the gentle wind in the sky. The more complete my character is, the weaker the wind becomes until it stops. As long as at least one of these two strings is still pulling me, no matter how thin my character is, that is, no matter how strong the "wind" is, I will not suddenly lose control.

The reason why the method of removing the colored contact lenses in the first world was effective was that, on the one hand, they were monthly disposable colored contact lenses, which had reached their limit of use at that time; on the other hand, my personality at that time was already complete enough, and the connection with the two-dimensional world did not need to rely on these two lines. It was like there was no wind in the air at all, so when the line broke, I, the kite, floated back to the ground, and returned to my original world.

The reason why this method cannot be used for the second world is because the connection between me and that world at that time was not just about colored contact lenses.

But now, because of my weak personality, if I took off both of my colored contact lenses at the same time, my consciousness would be destroyed. A strong sense of discomfort would sweep through my entire brain system. It was not a question of whether I would stay in this world, but whether I would go crazy.

It's terrible. How could I be so reckless after I gained a little confidence? It would be better if I could survive cautiously.

I quickly unpacked the new contact lenses from my pocket. Because I was afraid that Itachi would suddenly pay attention to me, I didn't dare to take out the contact lens box and just operated blindly with them in my pocket.

Good kids, don’t learn from me. I just suddenly decided to be cautious.

Moreover, this incident brought another consequence. My sudden act of taking out my colored contact lenses triggered the defense mechanism of the world's will, which meant that even if I had a certain personality in the future, I might not be able to just remove the colored contact lenses that connected me to this world and float back home.

This method is like a virus that exploits loopholes. Now, after the world will is triggered once, there will be an immune mechanism.

Absolutely.

I can only think of other solutions later.

The red dot on my right index finger became hotter and hotter. I looked at this red dot that was half the size of paint, and then raised my head to look at the line on Itachi's heart.

A bold idea came to my mind.

Thanks to Sir An's multitasking brain, I thought a lot at the moment when Itachi's Totsuka sword pierced Orochimaru's body.

Do you think that this red dot, which evolved from the colored contact lenses in the three-dimensional world, could be the pigment used to draw the "Sharingan" that the colored contact lenses correspond to?

If so...then can't it be used to fill in the gaps in the comics, in my opinion, in the comic lines?

If I redraw that lifeline now, can I bring Itachi back?

Once this idea came to my mind, it took root and sprouted in my mind uncontrollably. Although I just decided to be cautious, but...

I gritted my teeth - as expected, I would rather regret it now than regret it forever.

Try it!

I knocked my head, endured the discomfort of the headache, and ran quickly in the direction of Itachi.

Because my "kite" was now only held by a string, my 2.5-dimensional body easily passed through Susanoo - just like Black Zetsu's attack just now had no effect on me.

I went over and covered Itachi's eyes with my left hand. I didn't want to show myself without contact lenses to others - at least not so quickly.

I can clearly remember my performance in the anime after I had my colored contact lenses inserted during my first time traveling through time. Please don't let me appear in comics in this way.

If it was the usual Itachi, he might have resisted, but now Itachi could hardly even stand. After I passed through his Susanoo, his chakra dissipated immediately.

I closed my left eye and only used my right eye without the contact lens to look at the almost invisible black line on his heart. With trembling hands, I traced along the almost transparent line - I couldn't draw and I was really nervous, but I had to make sure I didn't get it wrong!

I can clearly feel the red pigment on my right index finger decreasing. There is not much pigment left after a cosmetic contact lens.

After tracing about one and a half circles, the colors that my hands could produce had completely disappeared, but I had not yet completely completed the outline of my heart.

Itachi-kun started coughing violently.

He knelt on the ground, unable to support himself, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

In other people's eyes, he was coughing and blood was flowing out from his fingers. But in my right eye, Itachi was spitting out black lines.

That was the line that originally connected his life. I stared nervously at the red line on his heart. The one I drew was not particularly beautiful. Because of my shaking hands when I was outlining it, there were several extra waves.

But my worries were unnecessary. The red lines of the solid part quickly merged into the other lines and began to work to maintain its life activities.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and before Itachi recovered his strength, I turned my back to Sasuke and quickly took out my contact lenses.

I didn't even see which contact lens it was before I quickly stuck it into my eye.

The pain in my brain seemed to be suppressed by a powerful painkiller and stopped getting worse. I felt a line in my brain connected to the contact lens in my right eye, and the pain began to shrink towards my right eye after being shocked, as if chakra was concentrated in my eye.

I finally let out a breath, and my heart, which had been pounding with nervousness, finally calmed down.

Itachi-san forced himself to look me in the face.

Because of the discomfort of "putting on" the contact lenses, I blinked hard to adapt. As if my eyes were stimulated, a drop of liquid flowed down from the corner of my eye.

According to my usual practice of wearing colored contact lenses, I would usually shed a few tears, which would indicate that the contact lenses are securely worn - this time the situation was special, and it was normal for the Sharingan to shed tears of blood.

I moved my eyeballs - OK, I already know what type of contact lenses I chose. It's a Mangekyō Sharingan, but I don't know whose Mangekyō Sharingan it is. Whose Sharingan can be used with Amaterasu in the right eye?

I haven't rewatched this anime in a long time, so it's normal that I don't remember it, right?

My cosmetic contact lenses do not have the ability to "change", so I still need to explain it. That is, even though my right eye is now a Mangekyō Sharingan, it is different from other genuine Uchiha clan members. My eye only has the form of a Mangekyō, not the form of three magatama, because my eye is essentially a cosmetic contact lens that cannot change.

Do you understand what I mean?

However, under the control of the character setting, it is still possible to make the Sharingan disappear temporarily and turn it into black eyeballs.

I took a step back. Brother Itachi, who had vomited blood all over the floor, looked much better than before, pale and lifeless.

It seems that he has recovered from the stress.

However, what I just did was just to slightly strengthen Itachi's lifeline. The unfinished line was a risk. While I still had my courage, seeing that Itachi seemed to be in a state of distraction, I made up my mind to take out the other three magatama.

The colors of the two colored contact lenses are much more stable than before, at least they can depict the areas that need to be depicted. Of course, this does not mean that this lifeline can change the current situation of Itachi's chakra being exhausted and his Sharingan being 90% blind.

I remember the description of the Mangekyō Sharingan in the original work was that it was on the way to being gradually sealed from the moment it appeared, so 90% blind means 90% sealed, right?

I don't know if there is any chance to save it after it is completely sealed. Hmm... After all, I should not let this Sharingan remain in Itachi-san's body any longer.

On the one hand, who knows if it can be saved from the perspective of the three-dimensional world if it enters a completely sealed state; on the other hand, Itachi himself must be inclined to transplant his eyes to Sasuke.

I thought about it and decided that I should practice my drawing skills a bit. It shouldn't be a problem to draw another Sharingan for Itachi...right?

But that was really painful just now. If I use it again, I still need some mental preparation and adaptation period.

By the way, can my colored contact lenses be transplanted directly to Itachi-kun?

I thought about it for a while and it should be possible in the short term.

The labels on these contact lenses should all be standard six-month disposable versions, but I didn’t ask what the senior meant by “soon to expire” was, in terms of how much shelf life was left.

I have never sold cosmetic contact lenses, so what does the shelf life mean?

If my contact lenses expire tomorrow, but I open them today, will they be usable for six months?

I don't know, but I'll just take my chances.

I will pray that it doesn't expire, and at the same time, I will prepare myself for painting and adapt psychologically to the pain within half a year.

Well, it’s arranged perfectly, worthy of me!