It was very foggy that day. I don't really remember most of the things, but I do remember this: I was sitting on the couch, chilling, playing a game and doing some quests. Then my friend Ryan came up to me and said we needed to leave quickly.
I wanted to ask him why—what was the reason, did something happen, was everything alright—but he didn't respond. He just said, "We need to leave right now."
We got in the car. He had some money with him. I wanted to ask again, but he looked disturbed. And just as I was about to turn on the music to calm things down, a truck hit us. Not fast, but enough to spin the car around.
Then some guys pulled up in a black car. I thought they were here to help, but I was wrong. They dragged my friend out of the car, and before I could do anything, one of them pulled out a revolver and shot me.
And after that… I was just here. In this pitch-black void, stuck for I don't know how long. It was like my entire life was playing on a screen.
I was still very confused.
I looked around and saw more people. They weren't here before. They were covered in some kind of black mist, so I couldn't see them properly. All I could make out was that they were around my age, about 20–21.
Including me, there were five people—two women, three men. Of course, I was one of the men.
I couldn't say anything, even when I tried. All of them also seemed agitated, at least based on their body language—since I couldn't see their expressions clearly.
Then suddenly, a bright light erupted across the entire void.
"Hello everyone. Oh, five people here—that's a new record," said a voice.
As I looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from, I saw a figure that hadn't been there before.
The figure looked like a man, but he had no clothes, no hair, no eyes, no mouth, no ears.
A completely white humanoid figure.
"Well, let me explain what's going on. You all have died and will be getting reincarnated," the white figure said.
I wanted to speak, but it was like my mouth was incapable of producing any sound.
"You all can't talk here, and I don't want to hear any blah blah," the figure added.
Suddenly, a screen popped up in front of all of us, even in front of the white figure.
"You will be reborn in the world of Naruto. And you have no choice."
This sentence sparked many emotions in me—interest, fear, confusion.
First: I was getting reincarnated, which honestly made me happy.
Second: there were other reincarnators before us.
Five of us, huh? I can't just play the safe game and live a normal life if there were already others before us.
Before I could think more, the white figure interrupted.
"Now, before you start crying, I'm not a bad person. So I'll give you choices. And by choices, I don't mean you can choose another world—no, I don't mean that."
Multiple options appeared on the screen.
"You each get 100 points. With these points, you can choose your talents, bloodlines, and even custom requests. I'll judge each request, price them, and give them to you if possible. Understood? Even if you do, I don't care—I'm not repeating myself."
Talents and bloodlines, huh? If I'm choosing a bloodline, it should probably be the Uchiha, right?
Before I could choose, the white figure spoke in an annoyed tone:
"No, we cannot do the Ōtsutsuki. Did I not mention you will be reborn as humans, not aliens?" he said, glaring at one of the men.
Wait—other bloodlines stronger than Uchiha?
Even with talent, how far can I grow? What level can I choose? And I haven't even watched Boruto.
Will I even survive in this world?
I needed to focus. The strongest characters below the Ōtsutsuki? Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju—and they were that strong because they were reincarnations of Indra and Ashura.
As I was about to type and request residual chakra of those two monsters, the white figure spoke again:
"Rejected. No artificial tailed beast at birth. Rejected. No god-level gadgets that can bend reality. Rejected. No artificial bloodline combinations. Rejected. No residue chakra of Indra or Ashura or anyone else on the goddamn planet."
"Rejected…"
"Rejected…"
"Rejected…"
"REJECTED! GOD DAMN IT, CAN YOU STOP NOW?" he shouted, staring at the guy who asked for the Ōtsutsuki bloodline.
Then he suddenly said, "This one… okay, I can work with this."
On my own screen, two names echoed in my mind: Tobirama Senju and Orochimaru.
Forbidden jutsu. That might be the key. One of the most versatile arts. Should I become a better version of Orochimaru? That might just work.
I chose a high-level talent in Forbidden Jutsu development and mastery — which cost 35 points.
Then I chose talent in Sealing Arts — probably around Minato's level, since it cost 20 points.
Then I chose Biological and Organic Specimen Development — another 20 points.
And lastly, I was a huge fan of Iron Man when I was alive—and who wouldn't want to pilot a mech? So I chose Engineering and Chakra-Based Weaponry Development — 25 points.
That used all 100 points. I didn't have enough for a bloodline. A real screw-up.
Oh well. Nothing I can do now.
"Before I send you to your new world," the white figure said, "let me tell you something. I am not God. I am not your deity or an angel. You don't need to know who I am, since you'll probably never make it out alive anyway. You're just humans—you can never comprehend the bigger premise of things. But if you do, we'll meet again."
Before I could continue thinking, he spoke again.
"You cannot trust anyone in this new world. I don't know if any reincarnators are still alive. But they've done nothing up to this point. I can't really observe that world, so all I can say is this: you can't trust reincarnators from your own batch either. Good luck."
White light erupted—and I felt pain in my chest.
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Well, I'm the author, and the only thing I want to tell you is that I've decided only a few things for this fanfiction, and most of them I won't reveal yet.
I don't know if the story will be harem—probably yes, because I want it to be. You'll all kill me if it is a harem, right?
But this fanfiction is more like a novel. I just didn't have the guts to write a story earlier.
I will upload 10 chapters first, then take a break. During that break I will write around 200 chapters, then release 100 at once.
Anyway, your friendly neighborhood author—who you will probably hate in the future—says goodbye.