A frail-looking young man with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes sat on a wooden bench inside a train station. He clutched the bag holding all of his work materials. Since graduating from high school, he had been trying to clear the debt his parents left for him to pay.
"I still have about five years left on the contract the loan shark gave them," he mumbled. "Why isn't the train here yet?"
"Beep."
"Dear passengers, your train has just arrived. Please make your way to the platform."
He stood up and walked toward the tunnel, joining the crowd waiting for the train to appear.
"Ahhh! Somebody, help me!" a woman's voice screamed. She looked as though she was in a tug-of-war with a pickpocket.
"Can't a person have one good day in this country?" the young man muttered.
He decided to help her. "I hope I don't regret doing this," he said to himself, then ran toward the thieves. He grabbed one of the boys, but as he struggled to hold him down, another thief came to help his friend.
"Shit, this is not ending well," he said.
He was surprised by what happened next. The gang leader approached with a grin. "Well, well, since when did we have a superhero protecting the city?" the leader sneered.
The young man let go of the guy he was holding and looked the gang leader in the eye, offering a bitter smile. "He's released. Can you let me go? I'm going to miss my train."
"Not a chance," the gang leader said, pointing a gun at him.
*Bang* *Bang*
Then everything went dark.
He woke up in a room. "Ah, where am I?" he mumbled, still feeling dizzy.
"Was I rescued?" he wondered. "But who's going to pay the bill?" Then a new thought hit him. "Why can't I be free from debt?" he said with a bitter laugh.
"You're awake," a voice said from behind him.
He turned his head to see a man in a white garment with a white beard, looking like Zeus from the Greek myths he used to read. The man sat in a chair with his hands resting under his chin.
He stood up and walked toward the old man. "Am I dead?" he asked. The old man nodded, confirming his question. His body shut down immediately. He couldn't find the words to say.
The old man looked him directly in the eyes. "Even though you died so foolishly, your will still drove you to do something without any desire for gratitude or benefits. You died a hero." The old man's words offered no comfort.
The young man was still consumed by sorrow, upset that he had died without any achievements to his name—only debt.
"You died too early, before your time, superhero, so I will give you a chance to be born again in another world of your choice," the old man added.
The young man's mood changed from sorrow to excitement. The dullness on his face turned into a bright, sunny smile.
"I want to go to the Naruto world, in the original timeline," he said with a radiant smile. "I can't wait to have the Sharingan and the Rinnegan with Wood Release. I'll be unstoppable." He was already fantasizing about the powers he didn't yet have.
The old man, who could read his thoughts, was surprised by the boy's greed and decided to teach him a lesson. He cleared his throat before addressing him. "You will spin a wheel twice to determine what abilities and power source you will get. But be warned: you will not be able to spin more than twice." He said this with a face as stiff as a statue.
The young man couldn't see what was on the wheel, so he spun it without a care.
The first wheel stopped, and the black space became clear with the words "Curse Energy" showing. He was shocked, thinking, "How is curse energy going to compete with the chakra world, which is full of hand signs?"
He spun again, hoping that Sukuna's abilities or Gojo's "cheat" would compensate for his losses.
The second spin stopped, showing Megumi and his Divine Dogs, which meant he would receive the Ten Shadows Technique.
"Ahhh! What?! How am I supposed to survive with this shit technique?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, clutching his head and crying.
The old man, whose face was as stiff as a statue, showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "That's what you get for being too greedy," he thought, mocking the youth in front of him.
The young man saw the old man's smile and immediately knew he'd been set up. "You cheated, old man!" he said, standing in the old man's face without fear of being erased. "I want compensation for you costing me not once, but twice."
The old man was surprised that the boy had seen him smiling. "Name your terms. But be aware of the spin rules: you can't change the abilities, but you can modify them," the old man said with a serious tone.
The young man knew the man could read his thoughts, so he smiled, looking at the old man.
"I want an infinite curse energy reserve with the greatest mastery of refining it, better than both Kenjaku and Sukuna," he stated. "And I want all the Ten Shadows' techniques to be pre-tamed for me."
"You shameless brat," the old man said, getting visibly pissed off after hearing the greedy boy's demands.
"You said I couldn't change the spin, so I just modified my abilities," the young man said with a smile. "Is it too much for an old man like you to do?"
The old man had no choice but to agree to the boy's demands.
"You will not remember the events that occurred in the anime, but after witnessing them, you will remember it all," the old man said.
"Will I have a system, old man?" the young man asked.
"Yes," the old man replied.
"Can I exchange it for a one-time use ability?" he asked.
"Yes, of course, that's acceptable," the old man said with an emotionless face, but behind the mask, he thought, "This greedy bastard is refusing a system!"
"I want a Plunder ability," the boy said.
The old man agreed. "But why don't you want a system? So many people want one."
"I don't want to be ordered around by an AI of an old man who tricked me once," the boy replied.
The old man just waved his hand, and the boy was gone.