Fugaku slowly calmed his breathing, the Mangekyō pattern in his eyes still faintly spinning.
The two clan members who had witnessed everything stood frozen—half terrified, half thrilled.
Both swallowed hard as Fugaku turned toward them.
"What you saw here… will never leave this room. Understand?"
They immediately straightened.
"Y-Yes, Clan Head!"
"We won't breathe a word!"
Fear filled their eyes, thinking they would be silenced, but behind it… a spark of excitement.
Seeing Fugaku awaken the legendary eyes, feeling that overwhelming chakra—they couldn't help it.
"With this… the Uchiha clan might rise again…"
one of them whispered under his breath.
Fugaku ignored the comment.
One of them hesitated before speaking again.
"Clan Head… about Lady Mikoto…"
Fugaku's expression stiffened. His Mangekyō faded back into his normal eyes.
Yes… Mikoto. His future wife, the daughter of the current clan leader.She was seven years younger than him.
The marriage wasn't born from affection—it was a political arrangement to solidify power within the clan.
And since he hadn't truly gone back in time—only gained knowledge from the future—there was no emotional attachment between them yet.
Still… her holding hands with a civilian?
Strange.
Very strange.
He was about to think deeper when suddenly—
[Ding!]
A notification echoed directly in his mind.
[That is because she is being passively brainwashed by a certain Transmigrator who entered this world.]
Fugaku's eyes snapped open.
Brainwashed?
A Transmigrator?
His Sharingan spun rapidly, scanning for genjuts but nothing was found.
"Illusion?" he muttered, activating his Mangekyō.
But the voice rang again.
[You can stop. I am not an illusion. You cannot analyze me with your Sharingan.]
Fugaku's jaw tightened."Explain. What do you mean by brainwash?"
The voice answered casually, almost lazily.
[When someone transmigrates from another world, they automatically gain a passive ability to influence important characters of this world, and many females fall in love with them for no reason—even if he treat them badly.]
Fugaku frowned deeply.
"I don't understand some terms. What is a 'Transmigrator'?"
[A person not born in this world. Someone who arrived here after dying in their original universe. Some know the future. Some don't.]
Fugaku inhaled sharply.
"…Is that so."
His mind processed the information quickly.
Pieces began fitting together.
No wonder Mikoto's behavior felt… off.
His anger rose again, but he suppressed it and asked:
"Are there more of these people?"
A pause.
The system's tone shifted.
[…I don't know.]
Fugaku narrowed his eyes.
"You don't know… or you're not allowed to tell me?"
[…Guess.]
He clicked his tongue.
"Then what is your use?"
The voice replied instantly.
[At least you asked something important. I am a Destiny-Changing System. You can change your destiny by suppressing Transmigrators across the multiverse. This system also allow you to travel between world's.]
Fugaku blinked.
"Multiverse?"
[The multiverse is a collection of many universes like yours.]
Even for Fugaku, this sounded absurd—but he couldn't deny what he had already seen. That shadow was definitely real.
The voice continued:
[For every Transmigrator you suppress, you gain points. You may then purchase items from the system shop, and you can even travel to different worlds.]
Fugaku's eyes sharpened.
"Are these Transmigrators hostile to me?"
The system snorted.
[Your wife is already being seduced on day one. If you want to wear a green hat, that's your choice. Otherwise, get up and do something.]
A cold smile curled on Fugaku's lips.
"Just tell me who it is. I'll kill him."
[Of course not!]
The system shouted immediately.
[He also has a system. His system probably gave him a newbie package. Don't underestimate that. Newbie packs are broken beyond imagination.]
Fugaku's expression darkened.
"So… he might already possess a powerful ability?"
[Exactly.]
He asked the next question carefully.
"Then do I have a newbie pack as well?"
There was a long pause.
Then:
[No. 👎]
Fugaku stared blankly.
"…?"
The system coughed awkwardly.
[…Don't look at me like that.]