The last thing Amon remembered was the glow of his computer screen, the familiar wiki pages on the Naruto universe blurring together during a late-night study session. Then, a pressure behind his eyes, a lurch in his stomach as if the floor had vanished, and a sensation of falling through static.
He landed on something hard and rough. The air, once smelling of cheap instant noodles and dust, was now rich with the scent of pine, damp earth, and something else—the crisp, clean charge of energy he could only describe as potential.
Dizziness receded, replaced by awe and sheer, undiluted panic.
He was high up, on the side of a mountain. Below him, a village was being born. The iconic Hokage Rock was only partially carved, bearing just the stern, stoic visage of Hashirama Senju. The sounds that rose to meet him were not the quiet hum of a modern city but the cacophony of construction: the chop of axes, the shout of orders, the groan of heavy logs being shifted into place. This was Konohagakure, but not as he knew it. This was its first dawn.
There was no doubt.
He was inside the story.
The knowledge didn't come from observation alone, but from a cold, digital-like interface that had seared itself onto the back of his eyelids.
[System Initializing... Host Consciousness Integrated.]
[Welcome, Amon. You have been designated as the Architect of Unification.]
Amon's breath hitched. This was the world of Naruto, but the scope of his predicament was far larger and more terrifying than he could have ever imagined. The System's text scrolled in his mind's eye, presenting an impossible truth.
[Primary Mission: Stabilize the Fractured Dimensions.]
[Current Reality: A dimensional matrix composed of seven parallel Naruto worlds. Each dimension is a valid iteration of the core narrative, diverging at key historical nodes.]
[Objective: In each dimension, select a primary faction. Guide it to unify the entire ninja world. Ensure this unification holds for a period of twenty years.]
[Reward upon Completion: Ascension to Immortality. Eternal Life.]
The good news: he had a System, and the reward was the stuff of fantasies.
The bad news: the System's main mission was a cosmic-level impossibility.
This was a world where demigods clashed, where tailed beasts could level mountains, and where centuries of hatred and warfare were etched into the very soil. And he was just Amon, an ordinary guy from another world. He knew the story, but knowing the plot and being able to change it were two entirely different things. Unification? Maintaining it for twenty years? Across seven different versions of this world? The difficulty was set to a level beyond nightmare.
Yet, the System provided tools. He focused on them, a lifeline in his rising panic.
[System Assistance Granted:]
Dimensional Transit: You may travel to any of the seven dimensions at will. Ten transit opportunities granted per day. No limit on duration of stay.
Faction Binding: Upon selecting a faction in a dimension, you will receive a 'Newbie Gift Package' tailored to that world.
Unification Rewards: Success in each dimension yields unique rewards and unlocks new system functions.
It was a chance. A ridiculously small, terrifying chance. But the final reward... immortality. Eternal life. It was a siren's call he couldn't ignore. He had to try.
"Let's see this gift pack," he muttered to himself, the words feeling absurd in the sacred air of this nascent village.
On the mental interface, he saw a list of the major villages. His choice was obvious, a decision made not out of fan loyalty but cold, hard logic. He selected [Konohagakure].
Why Konoha? It was the path of least resistance. He might not have agreed with all of its history or methods, but from a strategic standpoint, no other village consistently held the same concentration of raw power, unique abilities, and, crucially, the will of fire that could be twisted towards a goal of unification. They had the Nine-Tails. They had the Senju and the Uchiha. They had the legacy.
Most importantly, they had Hashirama Senju, the one man who might actually be capable of achieving peace through overwhelming strength, if he could be persuaded to take the final, logical step.
[Faction Bound: Konohagakure (Dimension 1 - Founding Era)]
[Newbie Gift Package Unlocked.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Samsara Eye (One Pair)]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Ninja Tool - Void Pouch]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Physical Enhancement Serum (x3)]
Amon's heart hammered against his ribs. The Samsara Eye? The legendary ocular power of the Sage of Six Paths? A searing heat flared behind his eyes, a pain that was sharp but brief, replaced by an overwhelming flood of new sensory information.
His vision sharpened to an impossible degree. He could see individual leaves on trees a mile away, count the threads in the jacket of a worker far below, track the flight path of a gnat with crystal clarity. The world was suddenly in ultra-high definition. He stumbled, clutching his head as his brain struggled to process the influx. It took him several long minutes to adjust, to force the overwhelming visual data into something manageable.
He realized quickly that was all he could do. He felt no vast well of chakra, no connection to the Six Paths. The eyes were a powerful lens, but the engine to fuel them was nonexistent. He was a civilian with the eyes of a god.
The other items materialized in his hands. The Void Pouch was a small, deceptively simple leather bag, but when he opened it, he sensed a spatial expansion within—far larger on the inside. The three vials of serum glowed with a soft, green light.
It was a start. A powerful, dangerous start. These eyes alone would grant him instant credibility, a visual claim to a legacy that demanded attention.
"Okay," Amon breathed, steeling himself. "First step. Find the God of Shinobi. Don't get killed."
He stood up, his new eyes scanning the crude village layout below until they locked onto the largest finished structure—the nascent Hokage Residence. He began to make his way down the path, his ordinary clothes starkly out of place, his new eyes seeing every hidden ANBU guard, every genjutsu-protected seal on the trees, every detail of a world that was no longer fiction.
[Time: The First Year of Konoha]
[Location: Hokage Residence, Exterior]
Senju Hashirama pushed the door open, a wide, relieved grin on his face. The paperwork of founding a village was endless, and freedom smelled sweet.
"Brother! Where do you think you're going?"
The grin vanished. Hashirama turned to see his brother, Tobirama, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, his expression a mask of stern disapproval.
"Ah, Tobirama! I was just... getting some air!"
"Air that leads directly to the gambling dens? Or perhaps air that happens to blow in the direction of the Uchiha compound?" Tobirama's voice was dry as dust.
"Haha, no! Well... yes. Madara asked to meet me at the Naka Shrine. It must be important!"
Tobirama's scowl deepened. "The Naka Shrine. He becomes more withdrawn by the day. I do not trust his intentions, brother. You should not go alone."
"Don't worry so much! He's my friend!" Hashirama said, his cheer slightly forced. He turned to leave and froze.
A figure stood at the end of the hallway. He hadn't been there a moment ago. There was no shunshin flare, no puff of smoke. It was as if the air had simply condensed into a person. The man wore strange, simple clothing. And his eyes...
Hashirama's easygoing demeanor vanished, replaced by the focused intensity of the man who had tamed tailed beasts. Those were no ordinary eyes. They held a pattern of concentric circles, a design that whispered of ancient, primordial power. The Rinnegan.
"Who are you?" Hashirama asked, his voice calm but laced with a authority that brooked no deception.
In a flash of silver, Tobirama was beside his brother, a tantō already drawn, his body thrumming with lethal intent. "Hashirama! Step back!"
"Tobirama, stand down," Hashirama commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He never took his eyes off the stranger. "Clear the area. I will speak with this man alone. You will wait outside."
"Anija, you can't be—"
"Now." The word was final. It was the voice of the Hokage.
Tobirama shot a venomous look at the mysterious figure but reluctantly sheathed his blade, stepping back with clear, furious reluctance.
Hashirama looked at the man with the legendary eyes. "Now then. You wanted to speak?"