Year 58 of Konoha, Summer.
On the edge of the clan compound, in a dilapidated small courtyard.
Uchiha Yuya sat up abruptly from the tatami mat, panting heavily.
He stared intently at his somewhat slender hands before suddenly turning his head to look at the calendar on the wall.
Printed clearly on it were a few large characters: Year 58 of Konoha.
In the date column, a circle had been drawn in red pen by the body’s original owner.
“Fuck…” Yuya swallowed hard, feeling his back instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He had transmigrated.
One second he was staying up late at the company making a PPT, and the next second he opened his eyes to find himself as an extra of the Uchiha Clan in the Naruto world.
If he were just an extra, it wouldn’t be so bad; after all, the Uchiha Clan was the number one clan in Konoha.
But the timing was critical!
Year 58 of Konoha!
There were only three days left until that ‘The Uchiha Massacre’ that shocked the Ninja World and left rivers of blood!
Yuya stumbled to the mirror.
In the mirror was a pale-faced, delicate-looking youth with black hair and black eyes.
He massaged his temples, and the memories of the original owner quickly surfaced in his brain.
Fifteen years old, both parents deceased, and had failed the Genin exam three consecutive times.
His Chakra reserve was pitifully small, unable to spark even the most basic Great Fireball Technique.
In the entire martial-oriented Uchiha Clan, he was a ‘dead-last’ looked down upon by all his clansmen.
“Are you playing with me?” Yuya kicked the low table beside him.
Run?
The entire Uchiha Clan Compound was currently surrounded so tightly by the Root members of the Anbu that not even a drop of water could trickle through, and outside, a masked Obito with Kamui was secretly keeping watch.
Right now, anyone who dared to take half a step out of the clan compound would absolutely have their throat slit on the spot.
Resist?
Resist with what?!
He couldn’t even cast the Three Body Technique properly.
Facing those two living devils, Itachi and Uchiha Obito, who both possessed the Mangekyo Sharingan, a single glance from them could kill him a hundred times over!
Report it to the Third Hokage?
Don’t be ridiculous.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura were currently just waiting for the Uchiha Clan to be completely wiped out.
If he went to the Hokage Building, he’d probably be dragged off by the Root to be sliced up for research before he could even see the Third Hokage.
A dead end.
A perfect dead end!
Yuya’s legs went soft, and he slumped to the floor against the wall.
He didn’t want to die.
In his past life, he had worked like a dog and never enjoyed a single day of happiness.
In this life, he was going to be cleared out like an NPC right at the start.
Why?!
“Someone save me…
No matter what method, as long as I can survive!” he screamed frantically in his heart.
[Ding!] A crisp mechanical sound suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Extremely strong desire to survive detected from the host.] [God-Level Advice-Taking System activated!] Yuya snapped his head up, his eyes shining with a green light.
A cheat!
The standard package for transmigrators indeed didn’t arrive late!
In the next second, a translucent blue interface popped up on his retina.
The layout of the interface was extremely familiar, looking almost exactly like the online forum he used to frequent in his previous life.
[System Description: The host’s calls for help will automatically be posted to the Earth Forum.
Complete the highly upvoted suggestions from netizens to receive rewards.] [Special Note: The more outrageous and socially embarrassing the suggestion, the richer the rewards!
The highest tier can yield legendary-grade rewards (such as the Rinnegan or the Six Paths Physique).] Yuya understood.
This system’s core philosophy was ‘become stronger by being shameless.’ Soon, the forum interface automatically refreshed, and a help post published in his name was prominently pinned to the top: [OP: Uchiha Yuya] [Title: Urgent!
Waiting online!
Transmigrated as Uchiha cannon fodder, and my entire clan is going to be wiped out by Lord Itachi in three days.
How do I survive?!] Just three seconds after the post went live, the number of replies below began to scroll like crazy.
“Floor 1: Thanks for the invite, currently in Konoha, just got off the Flying Thunder God.
I suggest the OP just lie flat and choose a decent posture to die in.” “Floor 2: Play dead!
Smear some pig blood on yourself, maybe Lord Itachi will be blind enough to let you go.” “Floor 5: Run and seek refuge with Danzo, shout ‘I am willing to be Konoha’s dog’, and trade your traitorous life for a dog’s life!” “Floor 12: I know this one!
Go release all the chickens in the clan to cause chaos and take the opportunity to escape!” Yuya looked at these unreliable replies, his mouth twitching wildly.
These silly netizens didn’t consider the feasibility of actual operations at all.
Play dead?
Someone of Itachi’s level can hear your heartbeat!
Seek refuge with Danzo?
Danzo only wants your Sharingan; he won’t even leave you a whole corpse!
He quickly scrolled down the screen.
Suddenly, a reply caught his eye.
The number of upvotes on this reply soared to the first place in just half a minute, turning a deep red!
[Top Comment (ID: Troll): Brother, win through danger!
Go find Itachi right now and passionately confess your love to him in public!
Tell him you love him!
Think about it, a cold-blooded killer suddenly gets confessed to by a guy, wouldn’t his CPU be completely fried?
Once his mind is in disarray, your chance will come!] [System Prompt: High-heat suggestion detected, do you want to accept the quest?] [Quest Objective: Confess to Itachi in public.] [Time Limit: Within 2 hours.] [Failure Penalty: Deprivation of pain protection throughout the body, forced to experience ‘Tsukuyomi’-level pain once.] Yuya stared at that suggestion, his pupils shaking violently in shock.
Confess?
Confess to a man?!
And to confess to that ‘ultimate filial son’ Itachi, who is about to slaughter the entire clan?!
“Are the netizens of this generation out of their minds?!” Yuya cursed, completely losing his composure.
This is unbearable!
Just thinking about it makes him cringe so hard his toes could curl!
But…
He looked at the red two-hour countdown on the interface.
If he didn’t accept the quest, the system penalty would make him wish he were dead; and three days later, he would just be a corpse anyway.
Dignity or life, which was more important?
Yuya took a deep breath, the panic in his eyes instantly dissipating, replaced by a flash of crazed ruthlessness.
In his past life, he had drunk himself to gastric bleeding and acted like a grandson just to secure business.
In this life, to survive, what did losing a bit of face matter?!
“Fine, as long as I’m not embarrassed, the one who’ll be embarrassed is that poker face!” He fiercely tapped the [Accept] button on the interface.
[Quest locked.
Countdown starts: 1 hour 59 minutes 59 seconds.] When he opened his eyes again, his shrewdness and calculation were perfectly concealed, and his gaze returned to that of the submissive, cowardly ‘dead-last’.
He slid open the shoji door and stepped out of the courtyard into the muggy weather.
Naka Shrine, Itachi, your daddy is coming!