[Light System Novel]
This is a light system novel.
The system only provides rewards and items at critical moments; it doesn’t play a major role.
— — Divider — —
Uchiha Akahiro stood under the eaves of his small courtyard, gazing at the crescent moon in the night sky, feeling a chill run down his back.
He had been in this world for three months.
Three months ago, he was just an ordinary shut-in on Earth.
After finishing overtime and heading home, he was taken out by a runaway truck.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a Chunin named “Akahiro” in the Uchiha Clan of Konoha in the Land of Fire.
The original owner was an orphan whose parents had died early.
He grew up in the clan with no relatives, living alone in this secluded little courtyard.
When Akahiro first transmigrated, he was somewhat relieved—at least there was no awkwardness of pretending to be someone’s relative.
But when he combed through the original owner’s memories and figured out his current timeline, that bit of relief was instantly extinguished like a flame doused by cold water.
The night of the Uchiha Clan massacre.
Less than a month from now.
“Damn it… Why did I have to transmigrate to this hellhole of all places?” Akahiro muttered to himself.
He knew all too well what would happen next.
Due to the Nine-Tails Incident, the Uchiha Clan was suspected and monitored by the Konoha higher-ups.
The elders were plotting a coup, and to suppress it, the Konoha higher-ups sent that young man—Uchiha Itachi.
Overnight, the entire clan, except for Uchiha Sasuke, was wiped out.
Pulling the strings from behind the scenes was also that man with the orange mask—Uchiha Obito.
Any one of them was a monster capable of sweeping across a battlefield.
And what about him, Akahiro?
Akahiro smiled bitterly, raised his hand, and channeled his Chakra.
His pitch-black pupils turned blood-Red, and two tomoe slowly rotated.
Two-tomoe Sharingan, Chunin strength.
This was all he had.
“In front of Itachi or Obito, I wouldn’t even last a single exchange,” Akahiro’s voice was filled with deep powerlessness.
“They could just toss a Fireball Jutsu, and I’d be done for.”
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about fleeing.
But for these three months, he clearly felt that Anbu’s “Root” was monitoring the perimeter of the settlement at all times.
Once there was any suspicious movement, he would only die faster.
Moreover, as an orphan with no power or influence, he didn’t even have a way to escape.
Akahiro walked into the courtyard, looking at the lights on in the houses of the clan, feeling a tightness in his chest.
During the day, he accidentally heard several elders whispering in the ancestral hall, mentioning “uprising” and “seizing power.” At that moment, he understood—the countdown had already begun.
The wheels of history were rumbling forward, crushing everything toward the predetermined tragedy, and he, an ant, couldn’t even find a lever to pry them off.
“God! Since you brought me to this world, at least give me a way to survive! I don’t want to die!”
Just as he was roaring in near-collapse, a cold, mechanical female voice rang out in his mind without warning.
[Ding—Pokémon Cultivation System, initializing…]
Akahiro’s roar stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face was as colorful as an overturned palette.
“…What?”
[System initialization in progress, assigning initial Pokémon to the host…]
“Wait, wait, wait!” Akahiro shouted in his mind, “Pokémon? This is the Hokage world! Did you get the wrong place?!”
[Scanning surrounding environment… Detecting…]
The mechanical female voice paused for a moment.
[…Environmental abnormality detected. No Pokémon energy field found. No Poké Ball signal found. Recalibrating host coordinates…]
[Recalibrating… Recalibrating…]
The speed of the mechanical voice slowed down, like an old computer running under a heavy load.
[Host’s current world: Land of Fire · Konoha… Matching degree with target world “Pokémon world”: 0%…]
“I knew it!” Akahiro said, unable to laugh or cry, “You went to the wrong place, big brother!”
[Attempting to repair… Rep… Repair, repair, repair, rep—]
[Bzzt—]
Akahiro felt a “buzz” in his brain.
A blue light screen appeared before his eyes, scrolling with dense garbled code, and then the entire image froze, turning into a bleak blue.
The system had crashed.
“Hello? Hello? System, are you still there?” Akahiro shouted frantically in his mind.
No response.
He paced back and forth irritably, and just as he was about to give up—
[Beep! System restart complete.]
The mechanical female voice sounded again, and the tone actually carried a hint of guilt.
[Respected host, hello. After a system self-check, it is confirmed that a major error occurred during operation. Due to spatial turbulence during cross-dimensional transmission, the host was incorrectly transported to a non-target world. In short—you transmigrated to the wrong world.]
Akahiro’s mouth twitched: “Gee, thanks.”
[Given that this accident is the system’s responsibility, an emergency compensation protocol is now activated. The Pokémon Cultivation System can no longer operate in this world, function reconstruction in progress… Reconstruction complete. The system has been officially renamed—”Pokémon Lottery System”.]
[To compensate for the host’s loss, the beginner gift pack will be issued with a ten-fold quality critical hit. Please claim it:]
[1. Fire-type skill · Fire Blast × 1 (Adapted to this world’s Chakra system, will be converted into a Fire Release Ninjutsu of the same name, can be learned directly)]
[2. Electric-type skill · Thunderbolt × 1 (Adapted to this world’s Chakra system, will be converted into a Lightning Release Ninjutsu of the same name, can be learned directly)]
[3. Lottery attempts × 1 (Ten-fold quality critical hit, this lottery quality is increased by ten times)]
The moment he saw the contents of the gift pack, Akahiro’s breathing quickened.
Fire Blast, Thunderbolt—how could he not recognize these two names!
In his previous life, he had played Pokémon countless times, so he naturally understood the weight of these two.
Fire Blast, a major Fire-type move; a “big”-shaped flame can engulf swarms of enemies.
Thunderbolt, a famous Electric-type move; terrifying thunder that instantly pierces through everything.
Now, they were actually adapted by the system into Ninjutsu that could be used in the Hokage world!
What made his heart race even more was that Fire Release was naturally the attribute the Uchiha Clan was best at, naturally compatible with his bloodline; and Lightning Release was the very foundation for the Sharingan to be used with Chidori and Raikiri.
Not to mention, this was just a beginner gift pack, and there was even a “ten-fold quality critical hit” lottery afterward!
Akahiro suppressed his excitement: “System brother, I’ll learn these two Ninjutsu right away!”
[Confirm learning Fire Release · Fire Blast… Converting, adapting to Uchiha bloodline…]
A stream of scorching information flooded into his mind.
Chakra circulation, hand signs, and the method of shaping flames were as clear as if he had practiced them thousands of times.
[Learning complete. Confirm learning Lightning Release · Thunderbolt… Converting, adapting to Chakra nature transformation…]
Another stream of information, cold yet tingling, poured in.
The formation, compression, and release of Lightning Release Chakra were all engraved in his mind.
[Learning complete.]
Akahiro let out a long breath, raised his right hand, and tentatively channeled his Chakra.
A cluster of orange-Red flames sprang up at his fingertips, scorching and intense; as he changed his Chakra nature, a few faint blue electric arcs crackled and wrapped around his palm, flickering in the night.
It worked.
It really worked!
At this moment, the boulder that had been weighing on him for three months quietly loosened.
He was no longer that useless Chunin just waiting to die.
Akahiro turned his head to look outside the courtyard wall, where the lights in the settlement were burning quietly, warm and peaceful.
But he knew what kind of undercurrents were surging beneath this peace.
In less than a month, every one of these lights would be extinguished.
Those clan members, even though his memories of them were blurry, he had truly lived among them…
In the original plot, they would all die on that bloody night.
“The night of the massacre…” Akahiro murmured these four words, but his eyes no longer held any fear or despair; instead, they were replaced by a kind of scorching determination.
“Since God opened this door for me, then this time—I want to see if this ending can be rewritten by me.”
He took a deep breath, pushing his surging emotions into the depths of his heart, and cast his gaze toward the particularly eye-catching prompt in his mind.
[You currently have lottery attempts: 1 (Ten-fold critical hit).]
[Do you want to start the lottery?]
Akahiro slowly raised his hands, rubbed his palms together, a smile he couldn’t hold back tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining brightly.
“A ten-fold critical hit lottery…”
“Then—let’s begin!”
In his heart, he pressed that “Lottery” button heavily.