I stood in the black void with my hands behind my back, staring at the massive screen in front of me.
The screen flickered softly, displaying rows upon rows of worlds—each one a living universe, each one a potential disaster waiting to unfold. I had stood here countless times before. The darkness around me felt familiar now, almost comforting.
One hundred years.
It had been one hundred years since I became an enforcer of the organization.
At the beginning, I thought they were cold. Detached. Almost cruel in the way they discussed humans. I thought they lacked emotion.
I was wrong.
After watching millions of humans betray them, after cleaning up the consequences of wish-fulfillment fantasies turned into reality, they still chose to recruit another human which was me and over time, I began integrate in their Circle and even make friends with them.
In one hundred years, I had seen enough to break any illusion I once had about my own race.
The screen shifted, highlighting previous missions I had completed.
In one world, a transmigrator built a massive harem. Back on Earth, that kind of story would have been labeled as harmless entertainment. But when it becomes reality, the consequences ripple outward.
Men began to question their own worth.
"If he can do it, why can't I?"
That question alone destroyed that civilization.
Crime against women skyrocketed. Entitlement replaced morality. After the transmigrator died, the ideology he spread remained like poison in the soil. A century later, the government gave up trying to suppress the chaos.
Society regressed into something disturbingly primal.
And that wasn't even the worst case.
In another world, a transmigrator gained absolute power and decided to "improve" humanity. His version of improvement involved removing "inefficient" populations.
Hundreds of thousands died under the justification of progress and unifying the world for greater good.
Humans have a terrifying ability to rationalize anything.
I used to read such stories casually.
Now I eliminate them.
The screen refreshed again.
"Previous enforcement cycle complete," a calm voice echoed. "You are eligible to enter a high-tier world."
I stepped forward slightly.
High-tier meant risk.
"Good" it had been a while since I felt challenged.
I summoned the book the red-haired man had given me long ago.
Transmigrator Killer Guide.
The pages turned on their own as the screen began scanning.
Then the selection appeared.
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World: Naruto
Protagonists: 1
Protagonist 1:
Cheat Ability: Unprecedented learning capability. Ability to travel between worlds.
Notice: This world holds strong narrative weight and is extremely popular. Your power will be suppressed to its absolute limit. Proceed with caution. If the world is deemed beyond salvation, destruction is permitted within assigned quota.
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Naruto.
I remembered it clearly.
Ninjas. Clans. War. Tragedy. Hard work and inherited talent clashing endlessly.
I opened the book, and the detailed report appeared.
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Transmigrator story:
Born in the Uchiha clan. Publicly criticizes the clan as arrogant while privately benefiting from their bloodline, wealth and influence and even Marries Uchiha Mikoto.
Aligns with Hokage faction.
Claims Kushina, Tsunade, Rin, and multiple prominent female figures as wives.
Awakens Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan at age nine.
Gains world-travel capability at birth.
At the end even Sakura classified as weakest spouse was capable of defeating Six Paths Madara with a single strike.
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I stared at the page silently and turned them to confirm what I have read, I wasn't misreading it.
I let out a slow breath.
Even after a hundred years, human imagination still managed to surprise me.
Who even write such garbage forgot about Sakura punching Six Paths Madara to death? What about her age? The age difference between that tranmigorator and sakuru at minimum should be 20 years right.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
But I had seen similar distortions before. When a transmigrator's narrative influence becomes too strong, the world itself bends unnaturally to justify them.
That's when collapse begins.
Naruto was not a weak world as it is very popular because of which my power will almost be gone.elite ninjas, tailed beasts, and that Protagonist could be dangerous for me.
And this transmigrator could travel between worlds.
That alone made him more troublesome than most.
But this wasn't my first assignment.
And it wouldn't be my last.
I rolled my shoulders slightly, feeling the immense power inside me compress itself as the system prepared for transmigration.