\[Ding\~ System loading 100%, beginning activation.]
On the night of June 17th, Year 46 of the Hidden Leaf calendar, in his own home, the young Chūnin of the Hidden Leaf Village, Uchiha Kei, felt his spirit jolt once, twice, three times—a wild tremor of excitement.
A wave of overwhelming joy surged through him. Having transmigrated into the world of Naruto for eighteen years and still stuck as a Chūnin, Uchiha Kei nearly burst into tears.
Finally!
After all these years, the golden cheat every transmigrator dreams of had arrived at last.
Joy and emotion completely flooded the heart of Uchiha Kei, a heart worn down by the harshness of this world.
After all, in the Naruto world—a cesspool where bloodline and cheats decide everything—even though Uchiha Kei belonged to the prestigious Uchiha clan of the Hidden Leaf Village, he was merely from a branch family. On top of that, his mother was an ordinary civilian. Because of his mixed blood, he was seen as inferior within the clan.
This wasn't a metaphor, nor was it some melodramatic subplot about legitimate vs. illegitimate heirs. Simply put, his Uchiha bloodline was considered impure, and his talent was visibly trash.
Normally, Uchihas like him wouldn't even become shinobi. They'd serve the clan as lower-status members, managing the family's businesses.
But as a transmigrator, Uchiha Kei knew how dangerous the shinobi world truly was. He also knew the Uchiha clan faced extinction in the near future.
So from a young age, Uchiha Kei worked incredibly hard. Even though both clan elders and outsiders alike thought he was hopelessly untalented, and that he had no future as a shinobi, he kept pushing forward, believing that heaven rewards diligence—just like that blue beast of the Hidden Leaf who nearly kicked the story to its end.
Unfortunately, reality slapped him in the face.
Might Guy became the king of taijutsu because he was, in truth, a genius in that domain. Uchiha Kei, on the other hand, was just plain mediocre. No matter how hard he trained, all he got in return was a pulled ligament and injuries.
On the day he strained his ligament, Uchiha Kei finally accepted the cruel reality of the shinobi world: without a cheat, without a supreme bloodline, no matter how hard you tried, you were doomed to mediocrity.
The cursed Ōtsutsuki had polluted the shinobi bloodlines, creating a caste system where only those with superior lineage could rise.
As the Third Great Ninja War loomed closer, Uchiha Kei had already resigned himself to fleeing the Hidden Leaf during the chaos—faking his death and living out the rest of his life anonymously in another land.
And now, just when he had given up on ever getting a cheat...
One actually arrived.
Heaven doesn't abandon people after all!
At that moment, Uchiha Kei knew—his time had finally come!
So, System, let's do this—add my stats—
Uchiha Kei, overwhelmed with excitement, began to spiral.
\[Ding\~ Super Game Developer System successfully activated. Please complete the creation of your first game. Beginner's gift: Game Design Mastery skill granted.]
In an instant, a flood of knowledge surged into his mind, flooding him with a strange sense of cognitive overload.
But...
"...System, repeat yourself. What system are you again? What are your functions?" Uchiha Kei asked with a blank expression. His excitement had vanished.
System: \[Super Game Developer System. Function: Cultivate the host into the world's greatest game developer.]
Uchiha Kei: "...What world am I in right now?"
System: \[Earth, year 2024.]
Uchiha Kei: "...What the hell?! This is Year 47 of the Hidden Leaf calendar in the Shinobi World!!!"
System: \[Scan complete. This is Earth, year 2024. Please complete your first game as soon as possible.]
Uchiha Kei: "??? You dumb @#￥%..."
He couldn't help but curse aloud.
He had thought this was a system that would help him soar and become a one-man army protagonist. But no—this was a system meant for a modern slice-of-life world. Absolutely infuriating!
And the so-called intelligent system? It was barely smarter than a dumb AI assistant. It couldn't even recognize which world it was in.
Clearly, dreaming of becoming a cheat-wielding, system-holding overlord was too much. Time to go back to being a humble little Uchiha ready to escape when the moment came.
His father had died in the line of duty, and his mother had passed from illness when he was a child. He had no family left in the village.
Though surrounded by red-eyed relatives, many looked down on him for forcing his way into the shinobi world despite lacking talent. Much like a young Obito Uchiha, he was mocked as the "disgrace of the Uchiha clan." Fortunately, most Uchiha were too proud to bully him outright.
In this quietly cold environment, even after eighteen years, Uchiha Kei felt little sense of belonging. So the idea of running away didn't trouble him in the slightest.
Escape, escape, escape—as long as he could escape fast enough, the shinobi world was big enough that anywhere could be home!
Of course, he couldn't escape just yet. Not for another two years. For now, he had to stay put, be a good villager, and avoid suspicion. As an Uchiha, his identity was too sensitive—trying to escape prematurely was basically asking to die.
Lying in bed, bored and unable to sleep after the system's activation, Uchiha Kei began studying the system.
But no matter how much he tried to interact, the system would only repeat the same stiff response: Finish your first game.
High emotional intelligence version: The system is earnestly helping the host become a top-tier game developer—not like those sneaky, manipulative systems in other stories.
Low emotional intelligence version: This system is a dumb artificial idiot!
Seriously—there were no computers or consoles in this world. How the hell was he supposed to make a game?
Cursing its unreliability, Uchiha Kei still chose to study the system's beginner gift: Game Design Mastery. All the content had already been imprinted in his mind.
He started just to kill time, but soon noticed something strange.
"What kind of game design skill is this?! Is this how your family makes games?!"
He couldn't help but rant. The system's skill wasn't just abstract—it was absurdly comprehensive.
It covered platforms Kei was familiar with like computers, consoles, and phones... but also things like virtual reality, artificial intelligence, and spiritual networks—platforms that didn't even exist on Earth in 2024.
It was like the system had scanned Earth 2024 but provided game development knowledge from centuries into the future.
With skills this futuristic, Uchiha Kei figured he could find work even in the year 2424.
Unfortunately, this was the shinobi world. These technologies were way too advanced to be practical here—
Wait. Spiritual networks?
Future humans could use their brains and thoughts like computers? And communicate through some kind of psychic resonance?
What kind of science-fantasy nonsense was this?!
Still, Uchiha Kei explored the mental knowledge map in his head, utterly fascinated.
Then suddenly, a thought struck him.
The shinobi world *was* a kind of fantasy world. And spiritual phenomena weren't uncommon here.
Especially for the Uchiha clan.
After all, they possessed the Sharingan—a dōjutsu that directly linked to a person's mind and emotions. Once someone awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, they gained unique, reality-altering abilities born from their own inner desires.
In other words, this world already had reality-bending spiritual powers.
So here was the question: Could he use the Sharingan—or any other spiritual technique—to activate the system's game-making skills and actually develop games?
With that thought, Uchiha Kei fell into deep contemplation.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it might actually work.
"Should I... give it a try?"
He muttered to himself, and then took action.
He activated his Sharingan.
Though average by Uchiha standards, he was still a Chūnin at eighteen. Unlocking the Sharingan wasn't a problem. It was only a single tomoe, but at least it was activated.
Maintaining his Sharingan, he closed his eyes and focused his mind on it. Using the Sharingan as a platform, and tapping into genjutsu-like spiritual techniques, he tried to initiate game development through the system.
And it worked.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, a development interface appeared in his mental space—an environment suited to game creation using spiritual networks.
Everything flowed like water. It felt easy.
But this was only possible because of Uchiha Kei's lifelong effort.
As a mediocre Uchiha, he had always trained hard. To make up for his lack of talent, he had strengthened techniques most Uchiha ignored.
Chakra control. Mental focus. Sensory refinement.
Things most Uchihas could ignore thanks to the Sharingan—he had honed to a razor's edge.
It was only because of these past efforts that he could now do something so seemingly miraculous.
Hard work really did pay off.
It just needed a chance—a platform.
And now, Uchiha Kei had finally received both.
It was just... kind of ironic that his grand opportunity involved making video games.
Because seriously, no matter how good a game was, could it really make him a Kage-level powerhouse?