Fated Adventure.

The Rinnegan granted several powerful abilities, some exclusive to the main body while others could be shared across all Paths. One such ability was the creation of chakra control rods—black, rod-like constructs that could be extruded from my skin at will. Versatile in function, they could serve as weapons, summoning beacons, or tools of sheer agony. When impaled into a target, they inflicted unbearable pain, akin to the Cruciatus Curse from Harry Potter or high-voltage electrocution, all while disrupting the victim's energy flow.

Then there was Rinne Rebirth—Madara's last gamble. A technique capable of resurrecting the dead at the cost of the user's life. The mechanics were still a mystery to me. Did it consume life force in increments, or was it a one-time, irreversible sacrifice? Either way, I had no intention of testing it out unless absolutely necessary.

With my newly created Paths standing before me, the most immediate concern became evident—clothing. Even though they were just alternate bodies of myself, standing around in a circle of identical naked men felt… unsettling. Once dressed, I took a moment to check my reflection in a conjured mirror.

Freya's blessing had definitely worked wonders. My features were sharper, my facial structure more defined, exuding an undeniable charm. The girls back home were in for a pleasant surprise when I returned.

Not to sound narcissistic, but damn, I look good.

I smirked, adjusting my collar. If I ever get tired of dismantling people's lives across different worlds, I could always take up modeling. The thought was amusing.

For now, I dismissed the Six Paths Bodies, sending them into my summon space within my spiritual sea. They would remain there until needed.

Reentering reality, I expanded my senses, scanning the surroundings for anything valuable. It didn't take long before I picked up on something—an immense chakra signature, brimming with life force and an unusually pure concentration of space-time energy.

Curious, I turned invisible and moved.

The first stop was an underground quarry, its walls glowing with a faint blue luminescence. I recognized it immediately.

Gelel Stone.

Without hesitation, I absorbed the entire ore vein into my inner world, depositing a portion into the pagoda for future refinement.

The second location contained a metallic orb the size of a human head, resting in an isolated village. Another rare find—an extraterrestrial meteorite. I snatched it up without a second thought.

Then came the real jackpot.

I arrived in an underground cavern, the very air humming with power. Space-time energy was so dense here that reality itself felt… thinner.

The Rōran Dragon Vein, huh?

Without delay, my elemental core shot out from my dantian, resembling a miniature black hole as it devoured the swirling mass of energy. In mere seconds, the entire Dragon Vein collapsed into me as if it had never existed.

A surge of power flooded my body, bringing immediate changes. My understanding of space-time deepened, new knowledge embedding itself into my mind like instinct.

Then my cultivation surged.

Rank 96… Rank 97… Rank 98…

The elemental core pulsed once before settling back within me, raw energy coiling at my fingertips like a barely contained storm.

I exhaled, flexing my fingers.

The Naruto world really does feel like a cultivation world. Hand seals, elemental affinities, bloodlines, Yin-Yang techniques, sages, forbidden arts, monstrous energy creatures sealed into people, powerful eye abilities, higher beings trying to absorb the planet to grow stronger… The only thing really missing was a proper cultivation technique. Even chakra coils functioned similarly to meridians.

I scoffed. Someone just turned a cultivation novel into a ninja story. The more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Eh, whatever.

For now, I was here for three things—looting, thwarting plans, and collecting orphans.

This world had an abundance of top-tier waifu candidates, though some hadn't even been born yet. My primary objectives were to snatch the Rinnegan from Nagato while he was still vulnerable, kill Madara before he could set his grand scheme into motion, and, of course, pick up Konan.

Loyalty was a valuable trait, and this world had it in spades. Konan, Karin, Haku, Kimimaro, Hinata, Sakura, Guren, Jūgo… all of them had that undying devotion to someone.

Then there were the busty beauties—Tsunade, Mei, Pakura, Anko…

I was truly spoiled for choice. Whether I wanted peerage members, lovers, followers, students, or teammates, this world had plenty to offer.

Of course, there was also a fair share of trash in this world—Danzo, Orochimaru, the Ōtsutsuki, Hiruzen (most of the time), Sasuke, Itachi, Obito…

I didn't give a damn what anyone said about Itachi. He was trash. A complete fucking idiot. Nothing more than a brainwashed monkey. No excuse in the world justified the slaughter of children and babies. I had no doubt he went through with it, and I wasn't about to give him a free pass just because of some tragic backstory.

On sight.

"Oh, but he prevented the Uchiha from rebelling!" Yeah? And half the problem was caused by the village higher-ups and Danzo stirring shit in the first place.

Fuck those guys too.

On sight.

And then there was Obito. That ungrateful little shit. Redeemable, my ass. He betrayed his teacher, his teacher's wife, his village, and his own clan, causing countless deaths—all because of some chick who didn't even like him like that.

On sight.

I took a deep breath, cracking my knuckles.

"Alright, which way is the Leaf Village?"

I shook my head. No, we can't just destroy the entire village because of some fucking idiots. Deep breaths. In… out… in… out…

But Sasuke—that moron! The way he treated Karin, even running her through with a Chidori—and then he had the audacity to pick Sakura?! Who the fuck picks Sakura?!

I scowled.

Karin's mine now. Fuck that guy, fuck his brother, and fuck Naruto for ignoring Hinata for so long while simping over Sakura. I should beat his ass on principle alone.

Oh but he was just a lonely orphan the villagers hated, yeah opposed to the how many other lonely orphans in the world starving to death or craving love and affection. That's no excuse for being a dense fucking idiot.

I decided to head back for now before I started blowing up villages or something.

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