“Host baby, host baby…
( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )” “Are you really going to reincarnate four people all at once?
Really?
Are you really doing this?” “If you don’t save enough Momo Points for yourself, you…
your soul will dissipate very soon…
இдอิ” “Host baby?” “Host baby—don’t ignore me, host baby—｡ﾟヽ(ﾟ´Д`)ﾉﾟ｡” The system orb had once again cheated itself unlimited Momo Points, creating a body for itself that could pass as a Root ninja.
It stood beside its host as his sole guard, protecting him while he prepared the reincarnation sealing array.
However, after learning that its host baby intended to complete the reincarnation ritual for four people in one go, the system felt as though its database was about to explode with terror.
Four people meant 400 Health Points!
This deduction wouldn’t just come from Danzo’s physical body—its host baby’s soul would be deducted simultaneously!
Leaving only 13 Health Points meant its host baby was literally one trip away from death!
The system orb wished it could travel back in time an hour ago and smack the version of itself that had delivered the custom jutsu to its host baby into a cloud of raw data.
Amid the system’s frantic pleas, Osamu finished drawing the final resurrection array.
He gazed at the four arrays neatly lined up before him, listening to the system’s anxious nagging.
“Or…
or I could give you a super simple task right now?
Let’s earn another 100 Health Points first, okay?” It truly cared for him, hoping that he could survive in this world.
Osamu could feel it.
*Thank you, little system.* Osamu sincerely felt grateful to this small creation that genuinely worried about him.
*I only wish to pour everything I have into nurturing this lightless world as quickly as possible.* *I utterly despise this world.* Seeming to sense its host baby’s firm resolve, the system orb finally went silent.
It didn’t understand why its host baby always looked so…
so sad.
This world was wildly popular among transmigrators.
There were so many handsome, cute, and beautiful humans here, and countless transmigrators had lived happy lives in this universe.
As long as its host baby earned a few Momo Points, it could exchange them for the most dazzling talent, the most exquisite appearance, and the top-tier background, making him the envy of everyone.
If its host baby wanted romance or familial love, it could even use its simulation function to formulate the plan with the highest success rate, ensuring his chosen targets fell into his hands.
Yet its host baby was not happy, nor was he fulfilled.
When its host baby had said to Pain, “They are all dead,” the system orb had been completely bewildered and lost.
Who…
who was dead?
Those unnamed people without even a mention?
Those who weren’t even background scenery in the stories of ninjas?
Why would you choose to die for people as insignificant as dust?
Why didn’t you choose to redeem those major characters who were struggling?
Why did you harbor such hatred toward the people who were supposed to become your important companions?
This world clearly existed to make you happy…
Why were you so sad?
The system orb felt it had made a mistake.
It had taken the liberty of answering the sister’s wish, bringing its host baby’s soul into this world and forcing its poor host to face everything he hated.
Yet it still didn’t understand what made its host baby so mournful.
It only knew that its host baby’s heart was weeping, bleeding, never sensing anything that could be called happiness.
The system orb did not try to dissuade him any further.
If that was what its host baby wanted, then so be it.
If doing this could offer his weeping heart a moment of rest, then the system would do everything in its power to support him.
To those humans fortunate enough to be drawn into his plans and valued by his heart: you must, you absolutely must love my gentle, beautiful host with all your hearts.
Become his blade, become his shield, and never let him suffer any misfortune.
I really don’t want to do bad things behind my host baby’s back…