And perhaps the character Zetsu was far beyond the manipulative version I had once witnessed in the Naruto anime series I used to watch, with Black Zetsu moving without any discernible pattern, making him an extremely unpredictable threat.
Whatever hidden truth lay behind all these strange phenomena, I had no intention of getting involved. Becoming the hero who saved the world was not a task written into the destiny of my life.
When this world truly stood on the brink of an apocalypse that would destroy all life, only then would I leave. I would simply let the vortex of destruction devour whatever remained.
According to my original plan, that would be the moment when I would choose to leave this world forever.
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Then, while I was casually walking alone through a small village that appeared peaceful, something extremely strange suddenly happened.
My footsteps instinctively came to a halt when an unpleasant feeling suddenly enveloped my entire body with overwhelming intensity.
That unfamiliar sensation seemed to lock my movements in place, causing the atmosphere around me to suddenly feel as though it had frozen in an instant.
A mysterious chill seemed to slowly crawl up from the soles of my feet, gripping my heart and making it beat far faster than usual.
Every heartbeat thundered violently inside my chest, carrying with it a deep wave of anxiety.
Even the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end for no apparent reason, causing me to instinctively look in every direction in an attempt to find the source of the strange disturbance.
The air around the countryside, which had initially been warm and peaceful, suddenly felt oppressive and sharply cold against my skin.
Something was approaching me at an incredibly fast speed, and from the immense pressure I was feeling right now, I could tell that whatever it was, it was no ordinary being.
The power of the mysterious entity heading toward me was truly beyond human comprehension.
An enormous amount of Chakra was moving in my direction at tremendous speed, tearing through the atmosphere and creating powerful ripples of air pressure.
The sheer amount of energy I could sense was so enormous that my chest felt tight, making it difficult for me to even breathe the air around me.
My lungs felt as though they were being heavily compressed, making it incredibly difficult for me to breathe just to remain alive.
Even before I knew who possessed that extraordinary Chakra, my deepest instincts were already screaming loudly inside my head.
My battle instincts warned me with overwhelming intensity that I needed to get away from this place immediately if I wanted to survive.
My logical mind urged me to turn around at once and run as fast as I could away from the center of the energy vortex.
Then, something completely unexpected happened right before my eyes, which widened in shock. From a still-distant and indistinct point in the sky, I saw two mysterious figures streaking forward at an incredible speed that was extremely difficult for the naked eye to follow.
They moved through the clouds with an arrogant air, radiating an extraordinary wave of intimidation from high above the night sky.
One of them was a petite woman dressed in distinctive white clothing that fluttered violently in the strong winds surrounding her.
Although the woman's figure appeared small, the density of the energy radiating from her body was something that absolutely could not be underestimated.
Meanwhile, the other figure was a woman with a much larger body and a destructive aura that felt extremely intimidating.
I only needed a few tense seconds to realize the true identities of those terrifying figures.
Their eccentric appearances, pale white skin, and distinctive horns immediately caused my mind to come to a complete halt, leaving it utterly blank and unable to think.
Their presence alone shattered all the logical understanding I had firmly held onto until now.
Female versions of Momoshiki Otsutsuki and Kinshiki Otsutsuki, two monsters from an extremely dangerous clan of gods.
In that instant, confusion immediately became mixed with a deep fear that was extremely difficult for me to hide.
That sense of dread quickly crept through me, becoming a heavy mental burden that was clearly reflected in my face as my expression began to pale with resignation.
Cold sweat started soaking my entire back as my awareness slowly returned, forcing me to face the bitter reality before me once again.
My knees felt weak and trembled violently under the pressure of the absolute energy that continued to weigh down upon the earth where I stood frozen in place.
I was even struggling just to keep my body upright because of the massive energy pressure that continued to crush down on me without the slightest mercy.
"Could it be... that those two are the ones who did it?" I muttered hoarsely, my voice almost drowned out by the panic that had begun to overwhelm my entire mind.
At last, I had discovered the answer to the great mystery that had been haunting my thoughts all this time. I finally knew who the powerful figures responsible for making the female versions of Hashirama and Madara disappear from this world without a trace were.
At the same time, I had also discovered who was behind the terrifying chaos that had forcibly kidnapped the male version of Mito from his heavily guarded residence.
"Damn it! Why did they have to come to the Naruto world so much earlier?!"
I clenched my fists, my face tense as I tried to contain the frustration that continued to build after realizing just how hopeless and dangerous this situation had become.
"Even though this world isn't the main timeline and is instead an alternate world, or a parallel world to the Naruto anime world, where people's genders are different, still... why did it have to be them?!"
My frustrated scream escaped through my clenched teeth.
The piercing sound of my voice shattered the peaceful silence that had originally filled the village street.
It echoed between the wooden houses, causing several people nearby to turn their heads toward me with confused expressions.
They temporarily stopped whatever they were doing, staring at me as I stood frozen in the middle of the road, my breathing growing increasingly ragged.
The traveling merchants also shifted their attention toward me, their faces filled with questions. The breath escaping from my chest felt increasingly constricted, rising and falling rapidly alongside my pounding heartbeat as panic spread violently through my body.
Several villagers looked bewildered by my sudden and drastic change in behavior, unable to understand what had caused such a reaction.
In their eyes, I probably looked like some stranger who had suddenly lost his sanity in broad daylight.
However, I didn't care about their strange looks or the whispers of the villagers that were beginning to grow louder around me. All of those superficial things felt completely insignificant compared to the enormous threat now occupying my mind.
At that moment, there was only one absolute thought filling my head: I had to escape from this world as far as possible.
The cold grip of fear tightened around my consciousness, forcing every part of my body to move immediately and search for a safe way out.
There was no room for ego or some foolish sense of heroism in my mind, which was now dominated entirely by my survival instinct. Becoming a hero who died on a battlefield had never been part of my plans for life.
I knew exactly how terrifying the absolute power possessed by every member of the Otsutsuki Clan was.
Forget ordinary humans. Even legendary shinobi like the female versions of Hashirama and Madara had been utterly defeated by them. That bitter reality continued to spin through my mind like a recurring nightmare.
Compared to their godlike power, my current strength meant absolutely nothing.
I felt like nothing more than a speck of dust caught in the middle of a raging desert storm, ready to be swept away at any moment without leaving behind even the slightest trace.
At my absolute best, I could probably only defeat around seven Jonin, and even that number meant nothing in a situation like this.
Realizing that my abilities were nowhere near sufficient made my knees feel weak once again.
Facing an Otsutsuki right now would be nothing more than a foolish act that made absolutely no sense to me.
There was no point in pretending to be brave when the outcome could already be predicted with such terrifying clarity.
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My name is Kenji Satoshi. In my first life, I worked as a Game Item Designer—someone who designed weapons, artifacts, and various objects with strange functions for virtual worlds. My days were spent in front of a screen, drowning in endless work. Like an ending far too common, I died from exhaustion. Nothing dramatic—just darkness… and then I woke up again.
When I opened my eyes, I realized I was inside the body of a small child, bearing the exact same name as mine. That confusion, however, quickly turned into fear. This world was not the Earth I knew. I saw Cursed Spirits—creatures that should have existed only in anime. The strangeness deepened when I saw the name of the Shinomiya Family on television, and discovered Kuoh City while searching for information on the internet.
That was when I understood. This was not an ordinary world, but a crossover world formed from various anime I had once watched. A dangerous world—chaotic, unforgiving, and utterly hostile to an ordinary person like me. A simple yet terrifying question kept echoing in my mind: could I survive here?
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This power did not make me strong from the start. My energy reserves were limited, and every creation carried its own risks. But one thing was certain—I would survive. In this cursed world, I would forge my own path.
As the White Spider-Man in Earth-76 with the Spider-Man System
My name is Dante Arashi, a man of mixed Japanese–American descent who lived a quiet, uneventful life in a small rural village in Japan. That night, I was walking alone through the forest, trying to shake off the exhaustion and irritation left behind by an especially frustrating day. The humid air clung to my skin, the chorus of cicadas echoed endlessly, and a cold breeze brushed against the treetops, rustling the leaves as if they were whispering secrets meant only for the dark.
For reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I kept walking deeper into the forest. Perhaps my mind simply needed distance from the suffocating rhythm of everyday life. Then, without any warning at all, a strange spider leaped down from a branch and bit into my hand.
The pain was unnatural—far beyond that of an ordinary insect bite. It felt as if fire had seeped directly into my bloodstream, spreading rapidly throughout my entire body. My heart pounded wildly out of rhythm, my head throbbed as though it were being struck again and again by a heavy hammer, and my vision spun violently, like a broken carousel spiraling out of control.
Seconds later… everything went completely dark.
When I finally regained consciousness, the world had changed.
I was no longer in the Japan I knew.
I had arrived in the Marvel Universe—Earth-76. As if that alone wasn’t insane enough, a Spider-Man System appeared inside my mind, offering abilities and functions that could make my life as Spider-Man far easier… or plunge it into even greater chaos.
I knew a little about this world—its characters, its enemies, its global threats—but Earth-76 was not a storyline I had ever read in any comic. There were new variables, new dangers, and unfamiliar elements that had never been told in any version before.
Now, I must answer one critical question: Can I survive as Spider-Man in a world where even legendary heroes can fall at any moment? And if I fail—will this world still have any hope left?]