Konoha.
Konoha Year 52.
The night wind rolled up several fallen leaves, scraping across the rooftops of the civilian district.
Chiba lay flat on a wooden plank bed, his breathing steady and even.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the host has reached sixteen years of age!]
[God-Level Sign-In System is binding with the host!]
[Binding successful!]
[Awakening host’s past life memories!]
[…]
Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice echoed in Chiba’s mind.
The youth on the bed snapped his eyes open.
In the next instant, his brain felt as though it had been jammed into a high-speed blender.
Two massive streams of information began to clash violently.
Every time a memory fragment reorganized itself, it brought a sharp, agonizing pain, like a chisel driving into his skull.
Chiba gritted his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his hands.
Before long, two long hours of excruciating torment finally ended.
Chiba was drenched in cold sweat, looking as if he had just been pulled out of water.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, while an extremely complex swirl of emotions surged deep within his eyes.
He remembered.
He remembered everything!
Konoha Year 36.
Chiba had transmigrated into this world full of slaughter and chakra.
At the time, he was merely a newborn infant.
An adult’s soul was far too immense, and an infant’s body could not possibly carry such heavy memories.
Out of biological self-preservation instinct, Chiba’s subconscious mind forcefully sealed away all awareness regarding his previous life.
For the next sixteen years, Chiba lived as an ordinary Konoha orphan.
Fortunately, the original body had a decent constitution, barely qualifying him to extract chakra.
At age six, Chiba successfully entered the Ninja Academy.
Back then, he was naive enough to believe that as long as he worked hard in his training, he could change his fate.
Looking back now, it was utterly laughable.
Konoha Year 46.
The Third Shinobi World War fully broke out.
Flames of war spread everywhere, and frontline forces were stretched thin.
With a single stroke of a pen, Konoha Leadership directly pushed the kids at the Ninja Academy onto the battlefield—all under the high-sounding pretext: “For the Will of Fire.”
Barely ten years old, Chiba, who stumbled even when casting the Three Basic Techniques, was forced into an early graduation.
Back then, more than ninety percent of the students who went to the battlefield alongside Chiba turned into cold corpses.
Severed limbs…
Scattered internal organs…
Fresh blood stained the soil of Kikyo Mountain red.
Chiba had managed to pick up a life purely through sheer, unbelievable luck and playing dead in piles of corpses several times.
To this day, Chiba was already sixteen years old.
By continuously completing D-rank and C-rank missions, Chiba had scraped by as an average Chunin, neither outstanding nor lagging behind.
Before awakening his memories, Chiba had been quite satisfied with such a quiet life.
As a single guy with no family to feed, earning commissions from the occasional C-rank mission kept his days peaceful enough.
But now!
After completely reclaiming his identity as a transmigrator, a bone-chilling coldness instantly rushed up Chiba’s spine.
As a transmigrator, Chiba knew the future trajectory of this world all too well.
This was not some passionate and inspirational ninja game; it was a crazy meat grinder that swallowed people alive!
In another four years—Konoha Year 56—the Uchiha clan would be wiped out, and that filial son would turn the village upside down.
In eight years—Konoha Year 60—the Kyubi Jinchuriki Uzumaki Naruto would graduate, immediately followed by the Konoha Crush Plan launched by Orochimaru.
A massive summoned snake would flatten half of the civilian district.
The allied forces of Otogakure and Sunagakure would swarm into the village like locusts.
In eleven years—Konoha Year 63—the Shippuden plotline would go completely out of control.
The Fourth Shinobi World War would kick off.
Ten-Tails, Divine Tree, Uchiha Madara, Otsutsuki Kaguya…
Monsters capable of destroying the world and cleaving mountain ranges at will would take turns taking the stage.
An ordinary Chunin?
On a god-like battlefield like that, even ordinary Kage-level powerhouses couldn’t withstand the residual shockwaves of their battles!
A dead end!
Chiba rubbed his stiff face.
Relying on this mediocre body, let alone surviving until the finale—just surviving through the Konoha Crush Plan would require green smoke rising from his ancestral graves.
“System?”
A moment later, Chiba tentatively called out in his mind.
The cold mechanical voice immediately responded, devoid of any unnecessary emotion.
Soon after, Chiba quickly inquired about the System’s functions.
God-Level Sign-In System.
The rules were simple and brutal: Sign in once a year, granting one random reward.
Once a year?
What kind of scam was this!
Chiba almost cursed out loud.
Other transmigrators with systems became godlike instantly, flooded with rewards until their hands grew numb.
Here, it only gave one reward per year!
By the time he gathered enough lifesavers, Otsutsuki Kaguya would probably already be ruling Earth.
[As this is the host’s first binding, this System has prepared a Beginner Gift Pack.]
[Would you like to open it immediately?]
“Open!” Chiba thought silently.
Something was better than nothing.
He’d take the benefits first and figure out the rest later.
[Ding!]
[Beginner Gift Pack successfully opened!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: One Bloodline Purification opportunity!]
Bloodline Purification?
Chiba’s brows furrowed tightly.
Both parents of this body were dead, and he didn’t even know his full original name—a pure civilian bloodline.
Bloodline Purification…
what was there to purify?
Could it actually purify an Otsutsuki bloodline or something out of nowhere?
Doubts aside, this was his only life-saving straw right now.
“Use!”
Chiba did not hesitate for a second.
The moment the command was issued, an indescribably terrifying energy violently erupted from the center of his heart.
That wasn’t a warm current—that was magma!
A wild, scorching power ran along his blood vessels, ruthlessly flushing through every single one of Chiba’s meridians.
Agony!
An agony that transcended the human limit of endurance!
Chiba’s eyes widened abruptly, the whites filled with terrifying blood vessels.
His bones let out sickening “crack-crack” sounds, and muscle fibers were forcefully torn apart before instantly recombining.
He wanted to scream in agony.
However, his last shred of sanity forcefully suppressed the sound in his throat.
This was Konoha!
Anbu patrol squads were roaming the streets nearby.
Any abnormal noise would attract those executioners wearing animal masks.
Chiba grabbed his pillow and stuffed it tightly into his mouth.
His teeth shredded the cloth, and a thick metallic tang of blood spread inside his mouth.
Even so, Chiba only endured for three minutes before directly blacking out from the pain.
Outside the window, the night was still deep.
After an unknown period, a few faint dog barks sounded in the distance.
Chiba’s fingers twitched violently.
He slowly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood mixed with impurities.
He had survived.
Chiba flipped over and sat up.
Yet he quickly froze in place.
It was different.
Completely different!
His originally somewhat thin and weak body was now filled with an explosive sense of power.
His originally meager, pitiable chakra was now like a raging river, surging wildly through broad and resilient meridians.
Even his five sensory perceptions had been magnified to the extreme.
This feeling of shedding his old skin and reborn bones felt as if his entire being had evolved.
“System.”
“List my information!”
Chiba impatiently issued the command.
A translucent blue light screen immediately emerged in front of Chiba’s eyes.
[Name: Senju Chiba]
[Chakra Quantity: Initial Kage-level]
[Physical Strength: Elite Jonin]
[Chakra Attributes: Suiton, Doton, Yang Release]
[Kekkei Genkai: Primary Sage Body, Mokuton (Wood Release)]
[Suiton: Wild Water Wave (C-rank)]
[Doton: Mud Wall (B-rank), Hiding Like a Mole Technique (C-rank)]
[Mokuton (Wood Release): None]
[Overall Evaluation: An unqualified Elite Jonin!]
Silence.
A dead-like silence.
Chiba stared fixedly at the name on the very first line of the panel, his pupils trembling violently.
Senju?
How could it be Senju?