Very desperate… I've transmigrated.And what's even more ridiculous? I've transmigrated twice.
Once into Naruto.Once into the world of One Piece.It's honestly enough to kill me—literally.
Yashiro, now trapped in the small body of a child, sat on a large uneven rock by the shoreline, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. The salty wind brushed across him, and waves glimmered beneath the rising sun, turning the entire beach into something almost dreamlike—smooth sand, scattered shells, gold light everywhere.
But none of that helped.Not even a little.
His dark eyes were still filled with despair.
A useless college student—someone who wasted his life watching anime, movies, and playing games—woke up one day and inexplicably found himself thrown into the world of Naruto. And as a transmigrator? He didn't even get a cheat.
No golden finger.No system.No helpful item shop, no super-modified Sharingan awakening.Nothing.
God, are you kidding me?!
Without a system, how was he supposed to survive in the Naruto world? Why send him there with zero benefits?As cannon fodder?Or to sacrifice himself to make Boruto's generation look better?
Somehow, through sheer stubbornness and familiarity with the Naruto plot, he managed to drift through disaster after disaster. He trained, survived, struggled, and eventually clawed his way up to become an elite Chunin.
And then—And then he died when Kurama rampaged through Konoha.
And not even in a cool way.No heroic sacrifice.No emotional last words.He simply… got sat on.By a huge butt.Crushed to death.
And before his soul could even complain about the embarrassing death, he woke up again, reborn in the world of One Piece. And this time? He did get a system.
But the system was silent.Completely silent.
A "Road of Hokage" system that refused to speak, refused to help, refused to give clear tasks. If he failed to complete the main quest, it just quietly punished him with mundane backbreaking daily missions designed to destroy his spirit.
At this point, Yashiro's nerves were fraying like old rope.
He gazed out at the endless ocean. "...Forget everything else. First, I need to survive in this world. One Piece is even crueler than Naruto. Staying alive comes first."
Having already tasted death twice, Yashiro knew the helplessness of it. The numb surrender. The suffocating sensation of consciousness slipping into pitch-black emptiness. That eerie feeling of becoming part of the darkness—still faintly aware, yet unable to sense anything at all.
He never wanted to feel that again.
And who knew whether he would get another life if he died a third time? If he truly sank into eternal darkness, if his consciousness vanished forever…No. That was too terrifying to even imagine.
So the six-year-old Yashiro began calculating how he might survive in the world of One Piece. Having lived through transmigration once already, he didn't panic this time. He accepted the situation quickly.
Yet his heart wasn't light.
He had left someone behind in the Naruto world.
Even though many readers roll their eyes at "systems," "grandpas," "mysterious treasures," and other forms of cheats…
The truth is, the system remains the supreme, all-purpose cheat. It speeds up the plot, maintains internal logic, rescues protagonists from impossible situations, and spares authors from writing complicated setup.
As a result, the modern web novel landscape is filled with systems.Urban doctors with systems.Cultivators with systems.Chefs with systems.Even garbage collectors with systems.
If you don't have a system, many readers won't even click your book.
But with that came backlash:"Systems are just wordcount farms!""Lazy authors use systems because they can't build plots!"
Well… that's not entirely wrong.Systems do help pad wordcount.But have you ever stopped to think—
How is a guy who failed in real life supposed to survive in a world full of monsters, ninjas, or superpowered pirates without cheats?
Forget chasing goddesses or building a harem—just surviving a single week would be a miracle.
As someone who lived through it, Yashiro could say with certainty:Without a golden finger, an average modern human stands zero chance.
When he first arrived in Naruto's world, the language barrier almost got him labeled mentally disabled. And being stuck living in a home for mentally challenged children was… not fun.
After studying desperately day and night, he finally mastered the language. Eventually, he entered the Ninja Academy—repeating grades twice—before he finally graduated and became a proper genin.
Using his knowledge of the story, he carefully avoided dangerous missions and accepted harmless C-rank tasks like finding lost pets, running errands, or buying luxury items for wealthy nobles.
Little by little, he grew.And somehow—thanks to being careful, cautious, and constantly terrified—he became an elite Chunin.
Great, right?
Wrong.
As an elite Chunin, his work barely changed.Still finding cats.Still running errands.Still delivering goods for nobles.
His pay went up slightly, though. Enough for two extra eggs on his ramen at Ichiraku.A luxurious life.
He had planned to resign after a few more years, open a little shop next to Ichiraku, and live a peaceful life. He even had a fiancée lined up—Hyūga Hanako, a gentle Hyūga girl with cute canines showing when she smiled.
Life was finally about to become stable.
But as Kushina's belly grew bigger and bigger, Yashiro became more and more uneasy.
Important clarification:Kushina's pregnancy had nothing to do with him.Absolutely nothing.Zero.
He had neither the courage nor the power to cause that kind of scandal. The idea that he might be the one "turning the Yellow Flash green"… Impossible. Even comical.
Minato, the Fourth Hokage, could teleport home anytime. At any moment. Even while on missions. Imagine:
Minato: …I feel like checking on my wife.Poof!Door opens: "Honey, I'm—"
And there you are, scrambling to pull up your pants.Try explaining you're there to check the gas lines.See whether he believes you before he teleports a kunai through your forehead.
Yashiro wasn't suicidal.
He and Kushina were academy classmates, yes. They sparred before graduation, yes. But every time, she flattened him instantly. Completely crushed him. No contest.
Hanako, his sweet Hyūga fiancée, was his only hope for a comfortable future.
And then the Nine-Tails attacked.And then he died.And then—
He woke up here.
Author's Commentary (Rewritten Smoothly)
As a new author, I know some of my earlier plot points might feel rough or even frustrating to readers. The truth is, this book didn't perform great in the beginning. Comments came slowly, and sometimes no one responded for hours after an update.
Being a newcomer, even the Qidian editors rarely acknowledged me. Sometimes I wanted to revise chapters but couldn't. I read every comment I receive, but I can't fix everything retroactively. All I can promise is that I will avoid those problematic points moving forward.