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Konoha: A Genin Who Only Wants an Ordinary Life

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Konoha: What kind of explosive chaos would rock the Naruto world… if someone walked in carrying a Devil Fruit with Ope Ope–style surgical powers— nerfed by seawater, fueled by stamina— plus the physique of a Saiyan, and even a knockoff Sea-Prism Stone in his pocket? Yeah. That “someone” is me. My name is Kaito, and while I was just casually playing a game, the game decided to play me— and I got transmigrated inside it. Fortunately, I can still hop back to my real world, and even better, a bizarre system woke up with me. Main Quest — Survive until the end of Shippuden. Rewards: Stay in this world and receive a noble black card loaded with one billion in perfectly legal, fully verified, foolproof liquid cash; Or obtain my character’s peak power, then travel to any world I choose—or stay in Naruto to enjoy the view. For a modern person? Either choice is basically winning the cosmic lottery. But after spending half a month irl and three whole years in the Second World, only to return and find the neighborhood outside my home looking like it got hit by a failed Chunin Exams invasion… Let’s be real—there was only one logical decision: —Time to jump worlds and run for my life! “My dream,” I declared solemnly, “is to become a proper chunin.”
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