[FOR EVERY 100 POWERSTONES = 1 EXTRA CHAPTER]
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Sunlight, raw and unfiltered, poured into the mountain chamber, painting the stone floor in bars of liquid gold. Indra Uchiha opened his eyes. But the gaze that met the dawn was not that of a sage who had communed with the cosmos, nor a god who had cowed nations. It was the gaze of a man drowning in the echo of another life.
The dream—no, the memory—of John Pendragon did not recede like a normal dream. It crashed over him in relentless, visceral waves, a tsunami of a past he had never asked for. He sat up on the stone slab, his body thrumming with the restored vitality of six months of solar absorption, but his mind was a battlefield.
Irritation was the first coherent emotion, a sharp, prickling heat beneath his skin. He was irritated by the intrusion, by the sheer messiness of these returned memories. He was Indra, scion of the Uchiha, master of the Six Eyes, a being who had just reshaped the destiny of the shinobi world. He did not need the ghost of a broken man from a world of metal birds and flickering screens cluttering his consciousness.
But beneath the irritation, something else stirred. A sense of… completion. A grim, hard-won satisfaction. In this life, he had power that John could never have dreamed of. But in that life, with nothing but his own will and a burning sense of justice, John had accomplished something monumental. He had taken on the entire, rotten edifice of global corruption and won. He had been the scalpel, and the world was cleaner for it. The memory of hitting that final "send" button, of unleashing the truth upon a billion screens, carried a catharsis that was uniquely, powerfully John's.
The memories flooded him, not in order, but in emotional clusters.
He remembered the poverty of his first life. The small, cramped apartment that always smelled of lentils and hope. His parents, their hands calloused from labor, their eyes always bright with love for him and his brother. They had nothing, but they had each other. The happiness was real, untainted by the chakra and clan politics that defined his current existence.
He felt the phantom sensation of a cricket bat in his hands, the rough texture of the grip, the roar of a small crowd. The sheer, unadulterated joy of a perfectly timed shot, the ball soaring for a six. The overwhelming victory in every local match. Then, the cold betrayal. The coach's avaricious eyes. "Sorry, John. The selectors… they want someone else." The promise of a spot on the Indian team, a dream dangled and then snatched away. The Australian scouts, their offer genuine and exciting, crushed by the coach's threat. "If you go, I'll make sure you never play anywhere. I'll bury you." The betrayal was a poison that had seeped into his young soul.
Then college. The righteous fury of finding the chairman's son pushing drugs to desperate students. The confrontation. The expulsion that followed, a punishment for doing the right thing. His parents, heartbroken but never blaming him.
And then, the worst memory. The protest. His father, a man of quiet dignity, standing up for their slum, for their right to clean water and basic sanitation. His mother and brother beside him. The police, paid for by a corrupt politician wanting the land for a luxury complex. The lathi charge. The gunshots. The silence that followed. He had lost everything in a single, bloody afternoon. The very government his parents had paid taxes to had murdered them.
At eighteen, hollowed out by grief and rage, he had walked into a military recruitment office. The anger that had no outlet found one in the 17 hellish missions. He didn't fight; he unleashed a storm. Every enemy combatant was a stand-in for the coach, the college chairman, the politician. He became a legend in the special forces, a wraith of vengeance. That was when the World Security Council had found him. They saw not a soldier, but a perfect, ruthless instrument. They gave him a new name, a new purpose: Black Dragon.
The memories of his life with Vidya were an island of light in this sea of darkness. Her smile, her fierce intelligence, the way she could calm the storm inside him just by taking his hand. He had hidden his true nature from her, building a fragile, beautiful lie of a normal life. He, the world's most dangerous man, had pretended to be a simple, quiet husband, and for a few precious years, he had almost believed it himself.
And then the Porsche. The drunken fool. The courtroom farce. Aditya's smug, inhuman face. "Go and die silently."
The final memory was not of his own death in the river, but of the global catharsis he had engineered. The mobs, the justice, the world waking up. He had won. But the cost… the cost was everything.
Indra looked up at the sky, his Ethereal Blue sapphire eyes, the mark of his Uchiha heritage, began to swim with a bloody hue. The cosmic pattern of the Six Eyes dissolved, replaced by the swirling, galaxy-filled darkness of his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. It spun rapidly, not from the use of a technique, but from the sheer, incandescent anger of two lifetimes of injustice. The rage of John Pendragon, suppressed for years and then unleashed in a global purge, now fused with the divine power of Indra Uchiha. It was a terrifying combination.
He saw the faces of the hardliner elders, the Senju and Uchiha who had restarted the war. He saw the shadow of Black Zetsu, a manipulator no different from the corrupt politicians of his past. The urge to unleash Amaterasu, to burn it all down, was a physical pressure in his chest.
But then he saw Toka. He saw Izuna's restored eyes. He saw the fragile bridge over the Naka River. He had a responsibility here. A family. A world to protect. To succumb to the rage of John Pendragon would be to destroy everything Indra Uchiha had fought for.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing the crimson anger in his eyes to recede, the serene blue of the Six Eyes returning. He could not let the past destroy the present. He had to integrate it, learn from it, and lock John's rage away as a weapon of last resort, not a guiding principle.
As he stood, his body feeling stronger and more saturated with natural energy than ever before, a chime echoed in the depths of his mind. It was a sound he had not heard since his earliest days in this world.
Ding.
Congratulations, Host. System upgraded to Level 2. World Travel System has evolved into: Simulation & Plane-Walking System.
The voice was the same neutral, mechanical tone, but the information it delivered was paradigm-shifting.
Primary Function: Simulation. You may continue to use simulated worlds for training, as before. Time dilation remains in effect.
New Function: Plane-Walking. You may now physically travel to other worlds, planes of existence, and alternate realities. Warning: When using Plane-Walking, time will progress synchronously in your home dimension. Use this function with extreme caution.
Indra's mind, still reeling from the emotional onslaught, struggled to process this. Real travel? To other worlds?
"System," he thought, his mental voice cautious. "Can I bring others with me?"
Affirmative, Host. However, any individual you wish to bring must first consume a drop of your Blood Essence.
"Why?" Indra asked, his strategist's mind immediately seeking the loopholes, the risks.
Explanation: Every world possesses a unique energy signature and biological constitution. A traveler from another plane is often identified as a foreign entity, a pathogen. Most lower and mid-tier planes will actively attempt to reject, neutralize, or expel the intruder. Your Blood Essence, Host, carries your unique adaptable constitution. Imbibing it will grant the recipient a temporary, weaker version of this adaptability, allowing their body to withstand the foreign energy and learn its techniques without being rejected by the local reality. It is a shield, not a permanent gift.
The system's tone became even more stern.
Additional Mandatory Protocol: Before engaging in Plane-Walk, you must purchase a Background Card from the newly unlocked System Store. This card will generate a plausible identity and history for you within the destination world, seamlessly integrating you into its causal fabric. You cannot simply appear as a stranger. The complexity of the background is proportional to its cost in System Points.
Final Warning: Once you initiate a Plane-Walk, the system will enter a cooldown period. You will be unable to return to your home dimension until the cooldown expires. The duration is variable and dependent on the distance and stability of the destination plane. Plan accordingly.
With that, the system fell silent, leaving Indra standing utterly stunned in the morning light.
The implications were staggering. This was no longer just a training tool. This was a door to infinity. He could go anywhere. The stories John Pendragon had read in his youth, the myths and legends of other cultures, the infinite possibilities of the multiverse—they were all now potentially real, and accessible.
A slow, genuine smile touched his lips for the first time since waking. The grief and anger of John's life were still there, a deep and permanent scar, but this… this was a future. A purpose beyond the endless cycle of conflict with the Otsutsuki.
Not now, he decided, his mind already racing with plans. The Otsutsuki are the immediate threat. This world is not yet secure. But after… after we have ensured our safety…
He envisioned it. Taking Toka by the hand. Bringing Madara, Hashirama, Izuna, and Tobirama. Showing them worlds of floating mountains, of cities built from light, of oceans under different stars. They would no longer be just shinobi of the Hidden Leaf; they would be explorers of the cosmic tree.
But first, he had to finish building the Leaf. He had to deal with the Otsutsuki. He had responsibilities.
With a new, profound sense of purpose quieting the ghosts of his past, Indra Uchiha stepped out of the dome that had been his sanctuary and prison for six months. He emerged not just as a sage or a clan leader, but as a man who had lived, loved, and lost across two lifetimes, and who now held the key to infinite more in the palm of his hand. The future was no longer a single path; it was a constellation of possibilities.
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[Marvel X Harry potter crossover fanfic]
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