Konoha, Uchiha District.
"Knock, knock. Akira, wake up—it's morning!"
The voice was soft and warm, yet distant, as if echoing from another world.
Akira's eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above him wasn't familiar—it was wood, not plaster. The faint scent of tatami drifted in the air, and the light slipping through paper doors carried a golden hue.
Where am I? he thought, blinking rapidly.
"This… isn't a hospital. Didn't I… die?"
He pushed himself upright, confusion swirling like mist inside his mind.
The room was spacious, decorated in the clean, minimalist style of traditional Japanese homes—no electronics, no posters, no phone buzzing at his bedside. Just silence and sunlight.
Then, pain—sharp and fleeting—pierced through his head.
Images flooded in. Names. Faces. Memories that were never his.
" Akira Uchiha, 5 years old.
Village: Konohagakure."
He froze. Naruto… world?
The realization hit like a cold wind. I've transmigrated.
Akira let out a long sigh, half in disbelief, half in resignation.
"So… I really died," he murmured, staring at his trembling hands. "Guess that's one way to skip exams."
Memories of his previous life returned faintly—a normal boy, eighteen years old, cramming for college entrance exams that were just half a month away.
"I don't even know if I should be happy or sad," he muttered to himself. "Happy that I don't have to take that stupid test, or sad that all my preparation was for nothing…"
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"Akira! Are you still sleeping?"
The same woman's voice called again, gentler this time but firm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Akira replied instinctively.
He hurried to wash up and made his way to the dining area—a warm, modest room where the aroma of rice and miso hung in the air.
His mother, Nanao Uchiha, greeted him with a smile. She wasn't a kunoichi; just a housewife with calm eyes and gentle manners. Not every Uchiha was born to fight, and Nanao was one of those who chose peace.
Across the table sat his father, Akimitsu Uchiha—a tall man with a disciplined posture, every bit the image of a warrior ready for duty. His Sharingan, only two tomoe active, glimmered faintly in the dim light. A Jōnin by rank, he served in the Konoha Police Department, an organization both respected and feared within the village.
Akira quietly ate his breakfast, lost in thought. What timeline is this?
Bits of overheard gossip, fragments of memory—he pieced them together slowly.
Sasuke's already been in school for a year. That means I'm… two years younger? I'll start next year then.
Just as he was lost in thought, his mother's voice broke the quiet.
"Dear, what's the situation in the clan? I heard from the neighbor lady there've been more ANBU patrols lately."
Akimitsu's hand clenched on his chopsticks. His expression hardened. "Nothing's happened."
But the tension in his tone betrayed him.
Nanao noticed. Her eyes softened when she saw Akira watching, and she forced a smile. "It's nothing important, Akira. Eat your breakfast."
Akira didn't push further. After finishing, he returned to his room and stared at the ceiling.
So many questions. So much uncertainty.
Then, a thought struck him. If this really is a transmigration… where's my system?
"System," he called aloud, almost jokingly.
Nothing happened.
He sighed. "Figures…"
Then—
Ding!
A crisp electronic tone echoed inside his mind.
He bolted upright. "Wait—did it just—?"
A cold, robotic voice followed:
> "Host found. Connecting with host… 1%... 32%... 99%... complete. Connection established."
"All-Heaven Simulating System is now active."
Akira's eyes widened. "All-Heaven… Simulating System? Does that mean you simulate life itself?"
> "Affirmative. All-Heaven Simulating System provides the host with two operational modes: Daily Mode and Lucky Mode."
"What's the difference?" he asked cautiously.
> "Daily Mode grants one simulation every day. Rewards are based on the host's performance in each simulation."
"Lucky Mode, however, grants only one simulation per year, but all results and rewards are enhanced with a unique Son of Luck Buff."
"So… the rewards aren't the same?"
> "Of course not. Lucky Mode yields significantly superior outcomes."
Akira rubbed his temples, thinking. "So, one's frequent but low-reward, the other rare but godly…"
He grinned. "Well, I've always been more of a gambler."
> "Mode selected."
"Initializing Lucky Mode—designation: Son of Luck."
A soft hum filled his ears as golden motes of light swirled before his eyes.
Akira's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Alright then," he whispered. "Let's see what kind of destiny this world's got waiting for me."
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