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The dying sun bled red.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Blood ran like a river.
From within a mountain of bodies, a small, bloodstained hand thrust up through a gap between the dead.
"Damn it. This is exhausting!"
Tsukimi Heshu gasped for breath as he shoved the corpse pinning him down, his entire body slick with sweat.
As a homebody who'd devoured countless novels, he had calmly accepted the fact of his transmigration. He absolutely would not embarrass the vast community of fellow transmigrators!
[Would you like to review the playback?]
A mechanical, electronic voice sounded in Heshu's mind.
Calmly?
Who was he trying to fool?
The system still had a recording of his first reaction. The moment he realized he'd transmigrated into the Naruto world, felt the sticky blood coating him, and discovered the two corpses on top of him, his eyes had rolled back, and he'd nearly fainted on the spot.
Heshu cleared his throat twice, thinking this system was a bit tactless.
"Ahem, no need for that!"
In his past life, Heshu was an avid internet surfer. He'd read at least twenty, if not fifty, Naruto fanfictions. He was very familiar with the standard transmigration procedure.
Transmigrate → System → Peak of life!
While reading about it was fun, the actual experience was… unnerving.
Especially since his starting point was so… crude.
The body he now inhabited wasn't from the protagonist's village of Konoha. Its parents had just died. He was on a battlefield, and the timeline was the Third Great Ninja War.
Wasn't this just pure, unadulterated torture?
He'd initially considered quietly suffocating himself to see if he could return to reality. That's when the system appeared.
After one second of hesitation, Heshu decided: where there's a system, there's a meal!
If he accidentally suffocated for real and couldn't go back, that would be game over.
Only after he expended immense effort to push the corpses off himself did the system finally unfold its interface and introduce itself.
[It is a pleasure to serve you. I am The Beloved System: In This Ninja World, Everyone Loves Me! My serial number is 21278…]
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Heshu raised his newly shrunk hand, his voice filled with disbelief. "Say that again. What system are you?"
The system paused, then repeated, [The Beloved System: In This Ninja World, Everyone Loves Me. Host, is there a problem?]
Heshu froze. Paired with his delicate, handsome features, he looked like someone whose brainstem had been neatly scooped out.
"Did you bind to the wrong person?"
This sounded like a system for a girl!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
A manly man like him would never have such a girly system!
Sniffle…
Heshu teetered on the edge of collapse.
[Host, please rest assured. No binding error has occurred.]
"Everyone loves me, and there's no error?"
[According to system calculations, the host is the most suitable candidate for this system.]
"Preposterous!" Heshu erupted in anger. "I'm straight!"
[The system does not question the host's sexual orientation,] the system replied, its tone oddly measured. ['Everyone loves me' encompasses not only romantic love but also familial love, friendship, and so on.]
The unspoken message hung in the air: What filthy thoughts are you harboring?
"Ahem," Heshu coughed tactically. "I meant righteous! Righteous, you understand? Continue! Please, continue!"
[My serial number is 21278396. I will now explain the system functions.]
[The system provides the host with opportunities to select skills based on the acquisition of favorability points from characters in the Naruto world.]
"What does that mean?" Heshu pondered, stroking his chin. "So, as long as I gain favorability, I can choose a skill?"
He'd seen systems based on seeking death, systems for becoming a villain, systems for hard work… but a 'Beloved by All' favorability system? This was a first!
The system was playing with something very new.
But he wasn't picky. Having a system was better than nothing.
For those who transmigrated into the Naruto world without a system, he held two hundred percent sympathy.
Of course, if that person transmigrated into the Senju or Uchiha clan, he'd take back every word. Gently, like a silent fart.
[After selecting a target, upon reaching 60 favorability, the host will receive one randomly assigned skill at its beginner stage. Upon reaching 100 favorability, the host will receive an automatic card draw, granting the skill at its ultimate stage.]
The system's explanation answered his earlier question but spawned a new one.
"Who chooses the target?"
[Targets can be selected by the host or randomly assigned by the system.]
"Oh~" Heshu nodded, then asked, "Where do the skills come from?"
This was a crucial point for him.
If the skills were from the Naruto world, how would he explain acquiring them? His current body's full name was Tsukimi Heshu, from Sunagakure. His parents were low-ranking, virtually invisible chunin. If he was ever recognized, how would he explain mastering another village's ninjutsu?
The system seemed surprised Heshu could ask such an intelligent question. Its mechanical voice sounded again.
[System skills are sourced from Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Inuyasha, Gintama, Bleach, Battle Through the Heavens, Soul Land, The Legend and the Hero… They do not include Naruto.]
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Heshu raised his hand again, his expression utterly bizarre.
"Did something strange just get mixed in there?"
[Please specify, Host.]
"Holy crap!"
Heshu couldn't help but rant. "You're that up-to-date? You even include Chinese anime now?!"
So it was true!
Had Chinese animation finally risen to prominence?
[All anime selections are based on system data calculations. Please rest assured, Host!]
[Skills obtained from the system will also be automatically converted to operate using chakra.]
This completely resolved Heshu's concerns.
"Not bad, not bad!"
If he could, Heshu would give the system a five-star rating.
"He… Heshu…"
Suddenly, a bloody hand fell onto Heshu's calf.
Heshu's entire body stiffened.
The Naruto world doesn't have ghosts… right?
His gaze slowly lowered.
A face, obscured by blood and unrecognizable, came into view.
Those pale blue eyes gradually overlapped with the beautiful blue eyes from the original owner's memories.
"Mom… Mommy…"
Heshu was stunned.
He hadn't consciously spoken. It was the body's instinctive reaction.
"My… my son…"
The woman before him spoke with difficulty, yet a gentle smile still graced her lips.
Heshu suddenly understood. How had the original owner survived such a brutal battlefield?
Because this woman and the man beside her had shielded him with their own bodies.
It was the love of parents.
[Host, do you choose to target Asakura Honoki and Tsukimi Makino?]
Asakura Honoki was the original owner's mother. Tsukimi Makino was his father.
"They… they're not dead yet?"
Heshu asked dazedly in his mind.
What had kept them holding on?
He already knew the answer.
["They wanted to see their son one last time."]
The system stated flatly, its voice devoid of fluctuation.
"Target them!"
As soon as Heshu spoke, the faces of Asakura Honoki and Tsukimi Makino immediately appeared on the system's blue electronic screen in his mind.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host.]
[Targets: Asakura Honoki and Tsukimi Makino have reached 100 Favorability!]
Heshu's expression was complex.
He was riding on the coattails of the original owner's life.
"My son… live… live well…"
The woman's eyes were as gentle as a spring pond.
With her last ounce of strength, she uttered those final words. Then, the light faded from her pupils.
"Live!"
That single word, seemingly squeezed from between gritted teeth, came from Tsukimi Makino.
His injuries were even more severe than Honoki's. This was all he could manage.
Their life signs vanished completely.
Heshu realized his vision was blurry.
Something warm traced a path down his cheeks.
"I will. I will live well in place of Tsukimi Heshu."
Heshu made that promise in his heart.
At that moment, he felt a lightness, as if something had been pulled from his body.
"Was that just now…"
["It was the true Tsukimi Heshu."]
The system completed the sentence he hadn't finished.
[The Prize Wheel is ready. Does the Host wish to draw?]
[Yes] [No]
Heshu pressed 'Yes' in his mind.
A large blue wheel appeared, neatly divided into ten shadowed sectors. He couldn't read the words on them.
[Congratulations, Host, for receiving the Newcomer's Luck Bonus!]
A large gift box suddenly popped up before his eyes, then vanished just as quickly.
Too fast for Heshu to read the fine print.
Heshu examined the wheel more closely. Above it, the word 'LUCK' now glowed.
Without further delay, Heshu spun the wheel.
One minute later.
The pointer gradually settled on an ordinary-looking sector.
The sector glowed blue. The others disappeared. The words on it became clear.
[Six Eyes]
[Skill Introduction: A rare hereditary trait of the Gojo Clan, appearing once every few centuries. A pair of eyes with special abilities. Provides 360-degree long-distance vision, including behind the user and over great distances.]
[Can directly discern if a target is a shinobi and see through their ninjutsu. Allows direct tracking and prediction of chakra flow. Enables the user to perform extremely precise chakra manipulation. (A prerequisite for using the Limitless Technique.) Vision is unimpeded even if line of sight is blocked.]
Heshu forcibly suppressed the excitement bubbling in his chest. "Do I… do I get another draw?"
["Yes."]
The wheel reappeared.
This time, Heshu was more proficient. He didn't need guidance; he started the spin himself.
Finally, the wheel came to a stop.
A new skill flashed onto the screen.
[Limitless Technique]
[Skill Introduction: Creates an absolutely inviolable space using the power of Infinity.]
[The hereditary technique of the Gojo Clan, it grants the ability to manipulate space and bring the concepts of the universe into reality. It is a power of "stopping," derived from the paradox of a converging infinite series. The closer an object gets, the slower it becomes, forever unable to touch the user. The technique automatically selects targets based on their mass and danger level.]
Heshu wanted to jump for joy.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Important things must be said thrice.
"Gojo-sensei! You! Are my god!"
"That Luck buff!"
"So damn awesome!"
With the Limitless active, he'd be virtually untouchable!
He was in love!
And the Limitless Technique had so many derivative applications!
Like teleportation, technique reversal, Blue, Hollow…
The more Heshu thought about it, the wider his grin became.
[As the Host's method of selecting targets is deemed opportunistic, all derivative applications of the Limitless Technique will be deducted.]
Heshu instantly stiffened into a stone statue.
A cold breeze blew by. It cracked.
"Opportunistic?!"
Heshu gritted his teeth. "What a fantastic 'opportunistic'!"
This was the love of parents!
And the system called it opportunistic!
And wasn't it the system that gave him the option in the first place?!
Forget it!
Although his heart ached at the loss of the derivative skills, this trade was still a massive win.
Six Eyes and the Limitless Technique.
From this day on, he was a man with the same configuration as the strongest, Gojo Satoru!
[Does the Host wish to receive the skills?]
[Yes] [No]
"Wai—"
Heshu didn't think. He pressed 'Yes'.
The next second, Heshu toppled backwards in a most ungraceful heap.
"—t."
The final syllable the system hadn't finished uttering drifted through Heshu's fading consciousness.
Now, the system could only pray someone would find and pick him up.
Amidst the deathly silent battlefield, a white figure emerged from the ground.
"Ya!"
"Madara! There's someone alive here!"
A shrill, duck-like voice pierced the battlefield's stillness.
"Is that so?"
An elderly man walked to the White Zetsu's side.
"It's a child!"
The White Zetsu looked at Heshu, who was sprawled inelegantly among the corpses, and said to Madara Uchiha, "Should we take him back?"
Madara Uchiha's blood-red Sharingan was utterly cold. "Take him."
A child who survived a battlefield like this… he must possess something extraordinary.
"Roger that!"
The White Zetsu tucked Heshu's small body under its arm and vanished into the ground.
Heshu had no idea he'd been taken straight into the wolf's den.
If he were awake, he would have screamed at Madara Uchiha and the White Zetsu: "Don't come any closer! Stay away!"
Unfortunately, he didn't even have the chance to speak.
Deep within a dark cavern.
A single candle flickered.
"How strange!"
The White Zetsu muttered to itself.
"Why did such powerful chakra suddenly appear in his body?"
It gazed curiously at the peacefully sleeping Heshu.
"I must tell Madara!"
The White Zetsu vanished.
Heshu drifted back to consciousness. The bone-deep exhaustion was gone, replaced by a body thrumming with energy.
He blinked.
The next moment, a vast, ocean-like torrent of information threatened to drown him.
"Hsss—!"
The screaming pain in his head made Heshu furrow his brow.
It's going to explode!
Madara Uchiha. White Zetsu. The cavern. A vast sea of one hundred thousand White Zetsus. The Gedo Statue…
The images flooding his vision left him stunned.
The flood of information in his mind continued, but the pain had vanished.
The Six Eyes had instantly evolved from an uncontrollable beginner stage to a fully manageable ultimate stage.
Heshu stared rigidly at his surroundings.
Help!
Why had Madara Uchiha of all people picked him up?!
Sheer terror filled Heshu's eyes.
A stooped, elderly figure entered his field of view.
Madara Uchiha emerged from the shadows and stood before him.
Heshu swallowed hard and decided to play dumb.
"Where… where is this?"
Heshu's sky-blue, star-like eyes were wide with feigned confusion and wariness.
"This is the border between life and death, caught in the cycle of rebirth…"
"Pitiful child…"
Madara Uchiha's eyes were filled with pity.
Heshu narrowed his eyes slightly. Why did those words sound so familiar?
"Did… did you save me?"
Despite his suspicions, Heshu maintained the clueless act.
"Yes. I saved you with great difficulty."
Madara Uchiha put on a profoundly solemn expression.
Bullshit!
Heshu cursed internally.
He'd been perfectly fine, alive and well. He'd only passed out because he was receiving the Six Eyes and Limitless Technique.
It was that sudden faint that gave this old schemer, Madara Uchiha, an opening.
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