Ding
(Welcome to join the Super Dimensional Chat Group!)
Suddenly, a mechanical voice rang out in Renji's mind. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.
Until he found that a familiar yet utterly alien interface appeared in his mind — a sleek, glowing chat window suspended within his consciousness.
The system prompted:
(The Ghost of Konoha has joined the Chat Group!)
Tyrant of Life:(I just finished fighting a Tyrant and— huh, a new member already? Anyway, welcome, Rookie!)
Absolute Luck:(Welcome, Rookie! Try not to die too early, yeah?)
Crazy Prez:(Welcome to the group! Please ignore my nickname — I'm not actually a president, and I'm definitely not crazy!)
Crazy Prez:(If you ever visit my world and see people with… strange appearances, don't hurt them. They're innocent in most cases— anyway, I have to go, my entrance exam is soon!)
Little Heavenly Yaksha:(Fufu~ a new member? Things are getting more interesting by the day.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Heh, another newcomer, huh? Let's hope this one doesn't explode the first day. Anyway, welcome aboard, Ghost.)
King of Violence:(@The X-Man Who Never Was — You're being unusually polite today. Planning something?)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(@King of Violence — Please, I'm always polite. Besides, I'd rather not waste my sarcasm on a walking temper tantrum like you.)
King of Violence:(And yet you just did.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Touché.)
Walking Disaster:(You two are at it again… I swear, you fight more than the monsters in my world. Relax — not every day needs to end in a crater.)
Walking Disaster:(@Ghost of Konoha — Anyway, welcome to the group. Don't mind the bickering; it's their love language.)
The Strongest Hero:(As @Walking Disaster said, best to ignore them. It's like watching two dogs bark at each other through a fence. Anyway, welcome, Ghost. If you need anything, just ask.)
Death God Daughter:(Welcome, new guy. I hope we can get along. By the way, do you like to fight?)
Princess of Revolution:(@Death God Daughter — Did you say fight?! Count me in! Also, who's the new guy? Is he strong?)
Death God Daughter:(Sure! I've been itching for a good battle. Unfortunately, the group's training room isn't open yet… want to duel when it does, @Princess of Revolution?)
Princess of Revolution:(Deal! I'll start training right now — can't go soft before the real thing.)
Death God Daughter:(Then I'll train too! When the time comes, let's go all out — may the best girl win!)
Ding
@Princess of Revolution has disconnected.
@Death God Daughter has disconnected.
Despite it being just a spar, both intended to give everything they had. Neither knew much about the other beyond their nicknames, yet both could feel the thrill of battle rising.
The acting president, meanwhile, seemed to know nothing about the worlds of most chat members — only fragments about the world of the Little Heavenly Yaksha.
Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane:(Well, the muscleheads are gone. Guess that makes me the only sane girl here — unless you count @Crazy Prez and @Girl with Trust Issues.)
Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane:(@Ghost of Konoha — Welcome to the Chat Group. If you ever visit my world and need intel, I'm your girl. Anyway, I have to continue searching for Austin.)
Ding
@Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane has disconnected.
Girl with Trust Issues:(@Ghost of Konoha — Welcome. But if you ever visit my world… stay away from my village.)
The Hero of China:(... What a weird girl.)
Somewhere in China, a man watched the chat unfold on the ethereal interface hovering before him. He read silently, eyes narrowing slightly.
(The Ghost of Konoha, huh? He doesn't sound weak.)
He'd already confirmed that most members were apex beings within their respective worlds. Many, like him, were waiting eagerly for the training room to unlock — a perfect place to measure their power against equals.
And judging by the tone of the chat, the group was filled with battle maniacs.
King of Violence:(@The Hero of China — If he's here, he must be strong. Hopefully strong enough to make me go all out.)
The Hero of China:(@King of Violence — Good. When the training room opens, we'll test that theory. @Absolute Luck, @Strongest Hero, want in?)
Absolute Luck:(Count me in! It's been too long since I've faced anyone worth my time. Maybe this will be fun.)
The Strongest Hero:(Eh… why not. I'm bored anyway.)
The Hero of China:(Then it's settled — a Battle Royale!)
Absolute Luck:(Battle Royale!!)
King of Violence:(Battle Royale!!)
The Strongest Hero:(Yay… Battle Royale.)
Ding
@The Hero of China has disconnected.
@King of Violence has disconnected.
@Absolute Luck has disconnected.
@Strongest Hero has disconnected.
Walking Disaster:(…)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(@Ghost of Konoha — You're awfully quiet. Either you're shy or calculating… can't decide which is worse.)
Walking Disaster:(You say that like you weren't lurking in the group for two weeks before typing your first word.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Hey, observing before acting is survival 101. Especially when one of you meatheads could probably sneeze and crack a continent.)
Walking Disaster:(Fair point. Still, you talk a lot for someone who claims to be cautious.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(It's called multitasking — sarcasm and situational awareness go hand in hand.)
Crazy Prez:(Please don't start another argument! The last time you two fought, the chat crashed for an hour!)
Walking Disaster:(That was her fault. She called me "Mr. Overkill.")
The X-Man Who Never Was:(You melted a dungeon into plasma. The nickname fits.)
Walking Disaster:(And you nearly set an entire timeline on fire trying to "fix" it.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Semantics.)
Absolute Luck (before disconnecting):(This is why I stick to fighting. Less talking, more punching.)
King of Violence (echoing):(Agreed. Words are overrated.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Spoken like true cavemen.)
Walking Disaster:(And yet you keep chatting with us.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Because chaos is entertaining. You all remind me I'm not the only disaster in existence.)
Walking Disaster:(Glad to know we make you feel at home, "X-Man Who Never Was.")
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Careful, you're dangerously close to being funny, "Walking Disaster.")
Crazy Prez:(Can we not? Please? We just got a new member — try to look civilized for five minutes!)
Walking Disaster:(No promises.)
The X-Man Who Never Was:(Yeah, Prez. You're asking for the impossible.)
Crazy Prez:(I hate this group sometimes.)
Renji — The Ghost of Konoha — silently watched the banter unfold, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
There was no mistaking it: these weren't ordinary people.
The energy radiating from their words alone spoke of beings who had faced extinction, gods, and worse — yet still had time to argue about semantics.
It was oddly comforting… and slightly terrifying.
(A group full of world-ending egos and battle freaks… and now I'm one of them.)
He exhaled slowly, leaning back, eyes reflecting faint traces of curiosity and ambition.
(Very well… let's see what this world of monsters, heroes, and disasters can offer the Ghost of Konoha.)
He closed the chat interface with a thought, the faint glow fading from his mind's eye.
For now, the Hokage had business to finish — but soon enough, he'd return to that strange group.
And when he did, he intended to make his presence known.
As a time traveler and an experienced novelist from Earth, he was more than familiar with the concept of Super Dimensional Chat Groups.
Originally, he'd thought someone might crash his Hokage succession ceremony — perhaps cast an illusion or cause a scene.
But after browsing through the chat, that theory crumbled.
These weren't ordinary people. Every name, every tone, every reference screamed of power and universes far beyond his own.
There was no illusion strong enough to fabricate this.
This was real.
(So… this is my golden finger? A cross-dimensional chat system?)
Renji smirked slightly, arms folding.
(Eighteen years in this world… and only now it activates?)
Still, better late than never. After all — the world of Naruto was just the beginning.
Half an hour later…
(Shikaku, handle these matters for now. I'll be leaving.)
He ignored the older man's resentful look, vanished in a flicker of golden light, and reappeared in his home. Sitting down cross-legged, he focused his mind inward once again.
This time, the chat interface was calm — glowing faintly, several avatars dimmed.
He wasn't in a hurry to read the messages. Instead, he examined the system functions carefully.
[Union Announcement]:
(This is a place connecting countless realities. Members are invited periodically from different dimensions.)
Renji read silently, absorbing the details.
The first feature that caught his eye was Private Chat — useful for discreet talks, or… secret dealings.
Then the Red Envelope System — members could send items, powers, or techniques in digital packets.
Next came the Points System Mall.
Within it, he found a single item currently available: the Shuttle Charm (500 points) — allowing travel to other members' worlds once the group reached fifteen members.
But what truly drew his attention was something else — a sub-feature labeled Enhancement Function.
("With sufficient points, physical and spiritual attributes can be infinitely strengthened…")
Renji's eyes gleamed.
(So I can infinitely evolve my techniques… my body… even my bloodline?)
(If I earn enough points… could I refine the Flying Thunder God beyond its limits? Learn Sage Mode instantly? Obtain the Uchiha bloodline… even perfect the Mangekyō?)
Just imagining it sent a thrill down his spine.
(This isn't just a chat group… it's a path to transcendence.)
A slow grin crept across his face.
(The only question now…)
(How do I earn points?)
To be continued…