I stayed on the island and watched the ship disappear beyond the horizon.
And then…
I ran out of ideas.
Honestly, I was stuck.
If I had obtained something like **mind control**, I could have easily controlled high-ranking masters, spread myths, and turned Persia into a legendary land overnight.
But now?
I could only wait.
I wandered around the island, hunted a few small crabs, made a fire, cooked them, and ate. After that, I lay on the ground, staring at the sky.
Finally, I decided to spend **100 points**.
So I checked the system again—more out of habit than hope.
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### **[Fame & Points]**
**Available Points:** **1161**
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"…What?"
I stared at the number, convinced I was hallucinating.
"One thousand… one hundred?"
My mind went blank.
This level of fame should require **at least two hundred people** spreading the story. But the men had already left. They hadn't even reached Volantis yet.
"How…?"
I had done nothing.
I shook my head.
"Whatever. I won't question miracles."
I clasped my hands together.
Every god I remembered—Greek, Norse, Hindu, anime gods, even fictional ones—I prayed to all of them.
"Please," I muttered. "Just give me something usable."
Then—
**gacha.**
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### **[Gacha Results – Bonus Pull Triggered]**
1. DVD Player (Philips)
2. Magnetic Tape
3. Ordinary Rock
4. Nanobots (Unbound)
5. Rolex GMT-Master
6. Arc Reactor ×2
7. Riko Template
8.Diary ×100
9. Broken Sunglasses
10. Healing Potion ×5
11. Suitcase
Bonus spin
12. Skill – **Earth Bending**
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Silence.
Then—
"…This is the happiest day since I came to this world."
Twelve rewards.
I laughed.
---
I checked them one by one.
The DVD player?
Useless.
The tape?
Even worse.
The rock?
Just… a rock.
The nanobots caught my attention—but the description killed my excitement.
They could replicate by consuming metal. Even flesh. They could attack, eat, and evolve.
But they required an **AI Mother** to control them.
Without it?
They were useless.
The **Arc Reactors** had the same problem.
Amazing technology.
Wrong era.
I sighed.
The Rolex, though?
Perfect.
An "ancient treasure." A "magical artifact." Easy to sell. Easy to gift.
Then—
The **Riko Template**.
I froze.
"…Naruto world?"
The description clarified everything.
It granted **chakra and physical enhancement**, but no memories, no techniques, and no bloodline abilities.
No Sharingan.
Still—
Chakra alone was overpowered.
I felt it instantly—energy flowing through my clone's body, strengthening my muscles and sharpening my senses.
"This is good."
Very good.
The diaries?
Fine. I could record my daily life.
Broken sunglasses?
Trash.
Healing potions?
Excellent—for others.
For me, they were unnecessary. My bodies were disposable, and I already had regeneration.
But for **fame**?
They were priceless.
The suitcase made me nervous.
It was like a weakened version of Newt Scamander's suitcase. Inside was a small room-sized space, with walls that looked like leather.
I entered once.
Then immediately left.
"I am NOT experimenting with this."
---
Finally—
The skill.
**Earth Bending.**
At first glance, it looked ordinary.
Then I tested it.
And realized—
It was completely broken.
---
I couldn't bend my **core body** directly.
But everything else?
Mud.
Sand.
Stone.
The seabed.
I could move all of it.
I pushed the earth beneath me.
The island **shifted**.
My mass increased.
I wasn't swimming.
I was **moving the world itself**.
The parts I created using earth bending didn't feel like my true body. They couldn't sense or see intruders like my core body could.
But my main consciousness?
Full awareness.
A complete **360-degree perception**.
I noticed something else.
If trees were taken from the island, they were gone permanently.
But sand?
If sand was removed and carried more than ten meters away—
It **teleported back instantly**.
"…Interesting."
That meant the island itself was protected.
I smiled slowly.
"With this…"
I raised cliffs.
Carved unnatural stone paths.
Created impossible terrain.
"Myths will be born."
Now, no one would doubt that Persia held treasure.
Now, belief would come **easily**.