With Doraemon and Silly Girl around, Brandon White's villa had grown much livelier.
At the very least, the two Pikachu were no longer lonely. Whenever Brandon had time, he would play with them; until then, Doraemon and Silly Girl were happy to keep them company.
As for Doraemon—he was a childcare robot by design. Taking care of Pikachu was child's play for him.
On top of that, he enjoyed daily meals specially prepared for him, stacks of his beloved dorayaki, and an endless supply of anime and manga he had never seen before. His days were blissful.
Firewing, on her end, had already delivered the items Brandon had requested—and even added a few extras.
Things like the transformation wands from Balala the Fairies, the Clow Cards from Cardcaptor Sakura… Brandon didn't fuss over them, treating them as tools for experimentation.
If any real upheaval had taken place over these past days, it was in the Chat Group—and it concerned Uchiha Madara.
He had sold off most of the Uchiha clan's ninjutsu training methods, amassing a considerable number of points. Though not as wealthy as Whitebeard, who was still alive, or Daigu, who had been selling kaiju corpses, Madara still possessed a hefty balance.
The opening of the Chat Group marketplace had given him hope for resurrection. Yet while the marketplace did include items, bloodlines, and abilities from each member's world, it offered no corpses or actual living beings.
Pinning his hopes on the Special Store updating with an item that could directly resurrect him was an even slimmer chance.
Of course, he trusted that Black Zetsu would eventually resurrect him—but that wait was far too long. With Minato Namikaze present in the group, his revival plans would no doubt be delayed further.
And Madara himself could do nothing but wait.
If he had any daily amusement, it was the lottery.
For someone already dead, points were of little value. Once resurrected, earning tens of thousands more would be trivial.
So, he might as well use them for entertainment.
He spun the wheel daily, eager to see what he might get.
The early prizes weren't worth mentioning—useless trinkets, better only than that ridiculous stripper pole complete with dance skills.
But two days ago, he had drawn… his body!
Though it was the aged frame barely kept alive by the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, what mattered most was that within it still gleamed a pair of Rinnegan.
At that point in his timeline, they had not yet been entrusted to Nagato.
And so—he lived again.
He spent the remainder of his points to purchase additional years of life.
Ten thousand points for a single year.
Though only a year, it was enough.
Uchiha Dance King: "That brat Nagato has been wielding my Rinnegan well enough."
Uchiha Dance King: "At least he hasn't shamed my judgment."
Uchiha Dance King: "But now that I've revived, he no longer has any right to keep these eyes."
Richest Man: "He's dead?"
Uchiha Dance King: "No."
Uchiha Dance King: "Half-dead, maybe. This old body can't exert my full power. Just using a little force strains it."
Ordinary Group Leader: "So now you have two pairs of Rinnegan?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Willing to sell one?"
Uchiha Dance King: "I already sold one to the Chat Group itself. One million points. A fair enough recycle price."
He had kept eight hundred thousand, using two hundred thousand to buy more years of life.
A young, vigorous body. Power at its peak. That was the state Uchiha Madara deserved.
Originally, he had intended to sell one Rinnegan to another member. But Daigu—the only one with enough points to buy—had refused.
His body couldn't withstand the strain of transplanting a Rinnegan. Transforming into Tiga was one thing, but that didn't make the eyes useful to him. What Daigu truly wanted was the Ox Talisman.
With Tiga's base strength of fifty thousand tons, adding the Ox Talisman's hundredfold boost would make it five million tons.
What kaiju could survive a single punch from that?
Uchiha Dance King: "I've discovered something interesting. The Minato in this Chat Group is not from my world. In my world, he died sealing the Nine-Tails during that battle."
Golden Flash: "???"
Minato blinked in shock at the message.
We're not from the same world?
In his world… I'm already dead?
Then what about Naruto? Does he still have to endure all that pain, like in the memory copies?
Come Be My Son: "So you mean the two of you come from different worlds—but both are from Naruto?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Parallel worlds?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Feels like that's about as likely as two people from the same world both joining the group."
Richest Man: "…"
Richest Man: "You guys are overlooking something important."
Richest Man: "When we first joined, the system message said clearly: each world would only ever select one peak-of-fate candidate."
Richest Man: "Which means: one per world."
Richest Man: "You seriously didn't know?"
Tony Stark was genuinely surprised. He hadn't joined especially early or late, but apparently he had passed the period when that detail had been noted. To think Uchiha Madara and Minato didn't even realize they came from parallel Naruto worlds…
Uchiha Dance King: "???"
Golden Flash: "???"
Ordinary Group Leader: "???"
Come Be My Son: "Kurararara! Looks like we overlooked that, indeed."
Richest Man: "It wasn't crucial information. I just didn't expect you truly didn't know."
Richest Man: "Well, not quite. Feels like some of you must've noticed, but just didn't care enough to say anything."
Worst Spirit: "Who can say?"
Child of Nature: "Maybe no one paid attention to it at all."
Uchiha Dance King: "…"
With that tone, even if they swore they didn't know, he'd never believe them.
"Ding! New member [Holy Guard Left Wing] has joined the Chat Group."
"Ding! New member [Tendou Souji] has joined the Chat Group."
Richest Man: "Huh, new arrivals?"
Richest Man: "Didn't we just get Shendu not long ago? And already more people?"
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "Welcome, newbies!"
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "The Chat Group is real. If you're skeptical, just think about it for a moment and the information will appear in your mind."
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "There are also memory copies from other worlds—though they're presented in anime form, they're entirely real."
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "And if that's still not enough to convince you, at the very least—don't mouth off or slander other members. You might regret it."
(End of Chapter)