Chizuru found himself drafted into the war with the Otsutsuki Clan. He was quickly forced into a squad of other transmigrators that according to MIkitaka, "Have similar power scaling."
Chizuru was teleported or spatially warped? He had found that in the presence of Mikitaka his simulation ability immediately fried. At last he had discovered the mystery of why his simulation failed.
When he tried to completely simulate him. To put it quite simply, Mikitaka's sheer technological ability was impossible for him to simulate. It's like asking a pregnancy test display to run a triple A game, totally impossible. Mikitaka's mind was simply a superior computer to his simulation.
In the end though, he didn't really mind leaving behind the Naruto world. Although he spent millennia there. Witnessed everything and manipulated events and achieved total dominance. The world never really sank in like it might've for any other transmigrator. His power was simply too removed from the world itself. And he rarely initiated any conversations, the few he did were awkward at best due to his godlike status. And trying to create a genuine connection while hiding his true nature was just something Chizuru could never tolerate of himself. In a sense his transmigration never began until now.
"Hey look It's a new recruit."
"..."
"Please don't let this one die immediately"
Chizuru immediately found himself bombarded with comments from 3 others in the same room as him. He looked around and noted that it was basically just an apartment, a simple modern if not grandparents-esque style with wood and carpet.
"Your name is Chizuru right? Sorry bad habit. I always keep on invading others privacy like that. Anyways what kind of template did you get? You have some awesome powers. Like conceptual stuff is super uncommon, did you know?"
"Uh yeah. Conceptual powers, yeah"
She was wearing a wild mishmash of different memorabilia on her body was standing uncomfortably close to Chizuru in careful inspection. She grabbed his wrist.
"Malnourished body... Suspended and preserved supernaturally. This isn't your true form."
She swiftly continued her full body inspection. He could feel all kinds of unique energies permeating his existence.
"You're kind of freak. You have billions of braindead minds in your head."
She continued.
"Time resistance. Mental preservation. And a touch of memetic hazard."
She gave an approving nod.
"You're not one of those ridiculous harem guys"
"Jannet please stop commenting on him."
The one who had seemed to beg to some unknown god wishing for his not untimely demise began to speak.
"Just don't touch him. You might jinx it and then he's gonna die when we get dropped in."
Chizuru gave a confused look.
"Dropped in?"
"The Future King drops us 'high value' soldiers into battlefields every once in a while. And other than that we all just stay in this place."
"How long did the one before me last?"
"13 days. But more accurately 12 hours on the battlefield before he died."
"My point is, is that you might die soon... I think I just jinxed it."
The silent one in his own corner of the pointed his finger and the paranoid person in front of him suddenly fell into meat chunks on the floor.
Chizuru was currently very baffled as he was not engaging any of his abilities and his simulations were essentially jammed by the absurdly complex tech within his viscinity.
"Don't worry he's fine." She suddenly grabbed a mop and began mopping all of the meat parts on the ground into a vent that opened up as a trash disposal.
"I'm sorry for overwhelming you like that. My name is Jannet, I was a multiversal traveler before I was trapped in this universe thanks to that barrier. The meat pieces on the floor is Natsumi, he's lacking in most cheats except survival ones. And the guy there in the back is Keith, he had a jujutsu kaisen gacha system before he got every single reward.
Chizuru just nodded along to Jannet's explanations.
"Can you just tell me what to expect from each of you in terms of combat. You seem to make it sound like I will die in this cosmic conscription of mine."
"Sorry I'm used to having the Future King explain while I just listen, but he's busy now. I am a saiyan, I have Ultra Instinct Omen, but my power and growth is limited by the laws of this world along with Haki, Nen, Mutant powers, I'm also a Nascent soul cultivator though I've been procrastinating on that for centuries now, I have 13 different super zombie viruses and I have a leveling system that I've currently maxed out.
Natsumi revives 3 days after he dies, his ability is luck. And Keith has all the abilities associated with Jujutsu sorcery.
"Luck?"
"Yes, he did a monkeys paw for that power."
"It clearly isn't very lucky for him to get cut so easily just now?"
"I didn't specify what kind of luck."
"..."
Chizuru stepped out of the living room he was just in and began exploring the building he was in. It only took a few turns before he found the front door exit and opened it up to a...
Basic grassy plain. It even reminded him of the last cutscene in portal 2.
He kept on walking forward through the field taking in the serene environment. The air was fresh and the grass crunched under his feet. The sun was normal and the clouds looked normal.
"This is Ambus."
Chizuru looked behind him as Keith was right behind him. Keith had managed to sneak up on him without alerting his senses at all.
"Isn't Ambus supposed to be. A big desolate wasteland?"
"It was a wasteland. But we're not concerned with was or when now. And the barrier always makes sure that it appears as a wasteland from the outside."
Chizuru could observe that the barrier above was precisely manipulating light to create the illusion of a barren land below.
"So what now?"
Keith stayed silent for an awkward few seconds before responding.
"We stay in queue for the next battle."
Chizuru didn't know what to think anymore. His boring yet peaceful days had been removed for the grand war waged by Mikitaka where even transmigration was turned into a weapon. For the first time in a while he felt small, no plot to predict, no familiar characters to know. His whole world of transmigration was twisted into something unrecognizable. And he loved it more than any story he could have predicted.