Konoha Village.
Konoha Year 52.
The night wind swept up a few leaves, brushing across the rooftops of the civilian district.
Chiba lay on his back on a wooden bed, breathing evenly.
[Ding!]
[Host detected reaching the age of sixteen!]
[God-Level Sign-In System is binding with the host!]
[Binding successful!]
[Awakening the host’s past life memories!]
[…]
Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice sounded in Chiba’s mind.
The boy on the bed snapped his eyes open.
The next moment, his brain felt as if it had been shoved into a high-speed blender.
Two massive streams of information began to collide crazily.
Every recombination of memory fragments brought a sharp pain, as if being hacked by knives and chisels.
Chiba gritted his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his hands.
Soon, the two hours of long torment finally ended.
Chiba was soaked in cold sweat, looking as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, while deep in his eyes, extremely complex emotions surged.
He remembered.
He remembered everything!
Konoha Year 36.
Chiba transmigrated into this world filled with slaughter and Chakra.
At that time, he was just a newborn baby.
An adult’s soul was too vast.
An infant’s body simply could not bear that heavy burden of memories.
Out of biological self-preservation instinct, Chiba’s subconscious mind forcibly sealed all knowledge regarding his past life.
For the sixteen years that followed, Chiba became an ordinary Konoha orphan.
Fortunately, the original owner’s physique was decent enough to barely possess the qualifications to extract Chakra.
At the age of six, Chiba successfully stepped through the gates of the Ninja Academy.
At that time, he was very naive, thinking that as long as he trained hard, he could change his own destiny.
Looking back now, it was simply ridiculous.
Konoha Year 46.
The Third Shinobi World War broke out in full force.
The flames of war spread, and the front lines were short on troops.
The high-level officials of Konoha waved their pens and pushed the children of the Ninja Academy directly to the front lines.
They called it: for the will of fire.
Only ten years old, Chiba, who could barely even use the Three Academy Jutsu, was graduated early just like that.
Back then, more than ninety percent of the students who went to the battlefield with Chiba had become cold corpses.
Severed limbs…
Scattered internal organs…
Blood stained the soil of Kikyo Mountain red.
Chiba had relied purely on excellent dumb luck, along with playing dead in piles of corpses several times, to barely save his own life.
To this day, Chiba is already sixteen.
By constantly completing D-rank and C-rank missions, Chiba has muddled his way into becoming an ordinary Chunin, neither outstanding nor terrible.
Before awakening his memories, Chiba was quite satisfied with such a plain life.
When one person is full, the whole family is full; occasionally doing a couple of C-rank missions to earn some commission, life was quite stable.
But now!
After completely retrieving his identity as a transmigrator, a bone-chilling cold instantly shot up Chiba’s spine.
As a transmigrator, Chiba knew the future direction of this world too well.
This wasn’t some hot-blooded, inspirational Ninja game; it was a crazy meat grinder that devoured people without spitting out the bones!
Four years later, which would be Konoha Year 56, the Uchiha Clan would be exterminated, and that filial son would turn the Village upside down.
Eight years later, Konoha Year 60.
The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Uzumaki Naruto, would graduate, followed immediately by the Konoha Crush plan initiated by Orochimaru.
Giant summoning snakes would crush most of the civilian district.
The allied forces of Otogakure and Sunagakure would storm into the Village like locusts.
Eleven years later, Konoha Year 63.
The Shippuden plotline would go completely haywire.
The Fourth Shinobi World War would begin.
The Ten-Tails, the God Tree, Uchiha Madara, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya…
Those monsters capable of destroying the world and splitting mountains with ease would appear one after another.
An ordinary Chunin?
On that kind of battlefield where gods fought, even ordinary Kage-level powerhouses couldn’t withstand the aftermath of their battles!
A dead end!
Chiba rubbed his stiff cheeks.
Relying on this mediocre body, let alone living to the finale, if he could just survive the Konoha Crush, it would be a miracle from his ancestors.
“System?”
After a moment, Chiba tentatively called out in his mind.
A cold, mechanical voice immediately responded, without any extra emotion.
Subsequently, Chiba quickly inquired about the system’s functions.
God-Level Sign-In System.
The rules were simple and brutal: Sign in once a year, and a random reward would be granted.
Once a year?
This is a scam!
Chiba almost cursed out loud.
Other people’s bound systems let them dominate the world instantly, with rewards piling up.
Giving a reward only once a year?
By the time he saved up enough life-saving trump cards, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya would probably have already conquered the Earth.
[Host has bound for the first time; this system has prepared a novice gift pack.]
[Do you wish to open it immediately?]
“Open!”
Chiba thought to himself.
Having something is better than having nothing; take the benefits first, then figure out the rest.
[Ding!]
[Novice gift pack opened successfully!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: One opportunity for bloodline purification!]
Bloodline purification?
Chiba’s brows furrowed tightly.
This body of his had lost both parents, and he didn’t even know their names; it was a pure civilian bloodline.
Bloodline purification—what was there to purify?
Could it possibly purify some kind of Ōtsutsuki bloodline?
Doubt was doubt, but this was currently his only straw to grasp for survival.
“Use!”
Chiba did not hesitate at all.
The moment the order was given, a terrifying energy that could not be described in words suddenly erupted from the center of his heart.
It wasn’t a warm current; it was magma!
The violent, scorching power surged along his blood vessels, brutally washing through every one of Chiba’s meridians.
Intense pain!
Pain that exceeded the limits of human endurance!
Chiba’s eyes suddenly widened, the whites of his eyes covered in terrifying bloodshot veins.
His bones emitted a teeth-grinding “crack, crack” sound, and his muscle fibers were forcibly torn apart and instantly reorganized.
He wanted to scream.
But his last bit of reason suppressed the sound in his throat.
This was Konoha!
Anbu patrols were prowling the nearby streets.
Any abnormal noise would attract those executioners wearing animal masks.
Chiba grabbed his pillow and stuffed it tightly into his mouth.
His teeth tore through the fabric, and a strong scent of blood filled his mouth.
But even so, Chiba only lasted for three minutes before passing out from the pain.
The night outside was still deep.
He didn’t know how long had passed when a few faint dog barks came from afar.
Chiba’s fingers twitched violently.
He slowly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood mixed with foul air.
He had survived.
Chiba rolled over and sat up.
But he was quickly stunned in place.
It was different.
It was completely different!
The once slightly thin body was now filled with an explosive sense of power.
The originally thin and pathetic Chakra was now like a rushing river, surging through his wide and tough meridians.
Even his sensory perception had been magnified to the extreme.
This feeling of being reborn was as if his entire being had evolved.
“System.”
“List my information!”
Chiba impatiently gave the order.
A translucent blue light screen immediately appeared before Chiba’s eyes.
[Name: Senju Chiba]
[Chakra Level: Kage-level Initial]
[Physical Strength: Elite Jonin]
[Chakra Attributes: Water, Earth, Yang]
[Kekkei Genkai: Basic Sage Body, Wood Release]
[Water Release: Water Style: Water Colliding Wave (C-rank)]
[Earth Release: Earth Wall (B-rank), Earth Dragon Hidden Jutsu (C-rank)]
[Wood Release: None]
[Comprehensive Evaluation: An unqualified Elite Jonin!]
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Chiba stared fixedly at the name on the first line of the panel, his pupils shaking violently.
Senju?
How could it be Senju?