A vast field of snow stretched endlessly, white flakes drifting gently down from the sky and settling quietly across the frozen earth.
Beneath the surface, something dark stirred. A pitch-black shadow wriggled beneath the snow, then rose—revealing a figure shaped like a human, but entirely cloaked in darkness.
"Where is this..."
Black Zetsu looked around in confusion, dazed and disoriented.
Hadn't he just been captured by Madara and chopped into dozens of pieces, his body nearly destroyed?
So why had he suddenly blacked out… only to wake up in this unfamiliar place?
A snowfield?
He wasn't the only one who didn't understand what was going on. One by one, more figures emerged from the snow, exchanging bewildered glances.
"A snowy plain?"
"Could this be the Land of Snow, up in the far north? No, wait—we were just on the battlefield in the Land of Earth. How could we possibly have been transported this far in an instant?"
A brawny, battle-hardened man with sandy hair and a beard—wearing a Kumogakure forehead protector—frowned deeply.
Nearby, a boy no older than five or six, also wearing a Kumo headband and dark sunglasses, crawled out of the snow. Two short swords were strapped to his back.
He looked around warily, then suddenly pointed.
"Big bro—that guy over there's a Leaf ninja!"
They followed his gaze.
A man dressed in a green jumpsuit, with a Konoha forehead protector tied around his waist and a pair of thick eyebrows and a ridiculously thick mustache, had just stood up from the snow, his face just as baffled as the others.
A Leaf shinobi.
The Kumo warrior's eyes narrowed. With a flicker, he appeared in front of the man before he could react, pinning him to the snowy ground with a powerful hold.
Although Kumo and Konoha hadn't formally clashed in the Second Great Shinobi War, tensions between the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning were high. The two villages had always viewed each other as rivals.
And with Uchiha Madara's recent rampage, Kumo's hostility toward Konoha had only grown.
So the moment he spotted a Konoha ninja, the Kumo shinobi didn't hesitate—he subdued him immediately.
"Was it Konoha who brought us here?! Is your target the Eight-Tails?! Speak!"
"Wh-What are you talking about?!"
The thick-browed man—clearly Might Duy, the eternal genin—struggled beneath him, nearly in tears.
His confusion and sincerity were obvious; he didn't seem to be lying.
Could it be… this wasn't Konoha's doing?
The Kumo warrior furrowed his brow. The situation suddenly felt even stranger.
If someone wanted to kill him and Killer Bee, it would've been far easier to do so while they were unconscious. Why bother relocating them to this strange snowy landscape?
And if the goal was information extraction, there were memory-probing jutsu for that—rare, but available in all five great villages.
So what was the purpose?
Just then, a cold, distant voice echoed in everyone's ears—a voice strangely familiar, as if it were the last thing they'd heard before blacking out.
[Welcome Reincarnators.]
[From this moment on, you will begin your journey through endless worlds. Here, you may encounter countless dangers—but as long as you keep fighting, you can gain everything you desire: longevity, power...]
The voice of the Lord God disappeared.
Silence.
No one responded.
...Now this is awkward.
Watching through the system interface, Nawaki felt a bead of sweat form on his temple.
Among those present—besides the future Fourth Raikage A and his partner Killer Bee—was the ever-persistent Might Duy from Konoha… and another figure standing at a distance in a white cloak, who had gone largely unnoticed:
Chiyo of Sunagakure, the elder puppet master once defeated by Tsunade.
She had remained distant, watching in silence, and thus had been overlooked.
As for Black Zetsu, the moment others began waking, he instinctively burrowed underground and disappeared from sight.
Something felt… off.
Seeing the mutual suspicion in the group, Nawaki simply waved his hand.
A translucent screen appeared in front of every person present.
On it were clear explanations of the rules and limits of the system, and a few sample exchangeable items, enough to make the system seem credible.
And finally—they reacted.
"What? You earn points from missions and can exchange them… for anything you want?!"
"Even tailed beasts are listed under 'pet' categories?!"
"Kekkei Genkai, Chakra, Ocular powers…"
As they kept reading, even the seasoned warriors—Raikage's heir A and the crafty Chiyo—were shaken.
These were things so valuable, just the rumor of them could start a war between two great shinobi villages.
But… was it real?
To test the system, each person uploaded a low-grade jutsu in exchange, just to see if it actually worked.
As expected, Nawaki's point counter began slowly rising.
But his eyes weren't on that.
His focus was entirely on Black Zetsu, hiding underground.
This child of Kaguya… is the real jackpot.
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[You can spend points to obtain anything—longevity, power, or more.]
[At regular intervals, you'll be pulled into a new world for your next mission.]
Black Zetsu frowned deeply.
He recalled how Madara, once under his manipulation, had suddenly rejuvenated, acting erratically and mysteriously—and eventually exposing and severing Black Zetsu despite all precautions.
Back then, he'd been baffled.
But now… the truth clicked into place like puzzle pieces falling together.
It was the Lord God behind it all!
Madara had become a Reincarnator, survived a cycle, gained something—perhaps a reward or power—and regained his youth.
Then, without warning, he turned on Black Zetsu, casting him aside like disposable trash.
And the only reason Zetsu even survived… must have been because the Lord God had intervened and preserved him.
Realizing this, Black Zetsu was filled with burning resentment and rage.
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