Chapter 1: Game Over, Life Rebooted
I sat alone in my dimly lit room, the soft hum of the CPU fan being the only sound in the silence. The monitor in front of me bathed the walls in a cold, flickering glow. My eyes were bloodshot, hands slightly trembling from too much caffeine and too little sleep.
But it didn't matter.
This was it—the final mission of Naruto: The Executive. A fan-made PC game I'd poured hundreds of hours into. Every spare rupee from part-time jobs had gone into VIP access, cosmetics, and premium perks. I had sacrificed weekends, relationships, and sleep to climb the rankings.
I wasn't just a player anymore.
I was the #1 ranked God-Level Shinobi, holding every legendary artifact, secret dojutsu, and the most broken tailed beast combinations imaginable.
One final enemy remained.
With a slow, steady breath, I executed the last combo.
The final boss crumbled beneath my attacks, and the game's signature "Victory" fanfare blasted through my headset. I dropped my mouse with a sigh of relief—and pride.
Finally.
But before I could even enjoy the victory screen or save my final game state, the monitor glitched.
The image distorted. The usual ending screen vanished.
A new text box appeared. One I'd never seen before.
> | You have finished the game |
| Do you want to experience the full version — including the strength, emotions, and harem for yourself? |
[Y/N]
I blinked.
"What... the hell?"
This had to be a joke. Some modder's prank? An Easter egg?
But something deep inside me stirred. A voice whispered—Do it.
I stared at the blinking cursor. It hovered over [N], the default.
I shifted it to [Y].
Click.
Instantly, my heart skipped a beat.
> | Initializing Soul Transfer to Shinobi World: 1%... 5%... 20%... 30%... 50%... 80%... 90%... 100% |
| You have selected Bloodline: Uzumaki and Uchiha |
| You have selected the Jinchūriki package:
— Ice One-Tail: Frostborn Tanuki
— Two-Tail: Hell Flame Nekomata
— Three-Tail: Earthback Demon
— Four-Tail: Lava-Glacier Ape
— Five-Tail: Heavenly Water Dolphin-Horse Mutation
— Six-Tail: Healer Slug
— Seven-Tail: Black Dark Beetle
— Eight-Tail: Earthback Demon (Alternate Variant)
— Nine-Tail: Elemental Fox |
| Timeline selected: Five years after the Destruction of the Uzumaki Clan on Whirlpool Island |
| Synchronizing soul with new host...
| Rebirth Imminent |
Before I could scream or move, my body went numb.
Everything went black.
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I don't know how long I floated in that darkness. It was endless. Quiet. Heavy.
But then—light.
Pain.
Cold.
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I gasped as air filled my lungs. The sensation of breathing was strange—like I hadn't done it in years.
I sat up slowly, my limbs weak and unfamiliar. The floor was hard, cracked stone beneath me. The scent of damp wood and mold filled the air.
I was in an abandoned building, the roof partially broken, light spilling through the gaps.
I looked down at my hands—small. Too small.
I scrambled to the corner where a piece of broken glass reflected my image.
A child. Maybe three years old.
I had pale, porcelain skin… wild black hair with three fiery crimson streaks running through it like tribal war paint. My eyes were violet-red, a strange mixture of Uchiha and Uzumaki lineage.
My body shivered in the cold. The clothes on me were rough, patched together, clearly stolen or salvaged from somewhere.
Memories—not mine—flooded in.
This child… his name was Rai. An orphaned survivor of the Uzumaki massacre. Hunted, hated, hidden.
No parents. No allies.
Except…
Knock knock.
A sharp knock echoed from the door.
I tensed. My instincts from Earth screamed at me to hide. But the inherited memories whispered another name.
Kushina.
I approached the door carefully and opened it.
There, standing defiantly with a scowl on her face and a bruised apple in her hand, was a small girl around my age. Her red hair fell in wild waves to her waist, and her crimson eyes stared up at me with an annoyed pout.
"I brought you food, dummy!" she said, shoving the apple at me. "Don't make me come this early again!"
I blinked, caught off guard by her attitude.
"Hello, Kushina-san. What brings you here so early in the morning?"
Her eyes narrowed. She puffed her cheeks in frustration.
"Tch! Don't call me 'san', you weirdo! Just Kushina, okay? We're the same age!"
I took the apple slowly. My fingers brushed hers for a second. Her chakra… it was wild. Burning with potential.
"Okay… Kushina. Thank you," I said quietly.
She looked away, scratching her cheek. "You're the only one who doesn't call me a monster," she muttered. "So... I'll be your friend. But don't get any weird ideas!"
A small laugh escaped me. The first real one in this new life.
Friendship. Already, fate was moving.
But I wasn't the same helpless child she thought I was. Not anymore.
Inside me slumbered powers that could destroy villages.
Inside me stirred beasts no shinobi world had ever truly seen united.
This wasn't just a game anymore.
It was my second chance.
And this time—
I would rise not as a background character…
Not even as a hero.
But as a force that would shake the shinobi world to its core.
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To be continued...
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Upcoming Chapter Titles:
#2 — Whispers of Whirlpool Blood
#3 — Hidden Room Beneath the Orphanage
#4 — Kushina's First Punch, My First Promise
#5 — A Tailed Beast's Growl in the Night
#6 — The Boy With Three Red Stripes and Sharingan Veins
#7 — Forbidden Scroll of Sealing: Stolen Legacy
#8 — Encounter with the Masked Man
#9 — Kushina's Awakening: The Chains of Rage
#10 — I Am Not a Side Character
#11 — The Shinobi Academy Entrance Exam of Death