Minato Namikaze Experiences a Jumpscare Service from 21st Century Horror Entertainment

Minato Namikaze wasn't a timid ninja; rather, he possessed courage and noble qualities that many other ninjas lacked. He was an Elite Jonin of Konoha, and at just 19, he was already nearing the Kage level. Historically, once he truly reached that level, he would rapidly surpass the Konoha Sannin, becoming the undisputed top young ninja in Konoha and a super weapon during the Third Great Ninja War, capable of single-handedly determining the war's outcome.

All these legendary tales proved that Minato Namikaze was a prodigy of the Ninja World, lacking neither courage nor talent.

But...

The scene he was currently experiencing genuinely startled Minato Namikaze, as it was an utterly unprecedented and unsettling sight.

Moreover, after entering this game world, Minato Namikaze felt incredibly "weak," as if over ninety percent of his strength had vanished, turning him into a super lightweight.

This drastic drop in power naturally brought about inner unease, and combined with the eerie, unsettling environment Uchiha Qi had deliberately created, it was no wonder Minato Namikaze was somewhat flustered.

Fortunately, Minato Namikaze was still Minato Namikaze. Even in this state, he quickly calmed down and spoke up to inquire.

"Qi, are you there?"

Uchiha Qi's voice immediately responded: "I can hear you, Minato. How do you feel? I mean, how real does it feel to you in this game world?"

Minato Namikaze pondered for a moment, then clenched his fists and touched his body before replying, "It feels pretty real. While I can still sense some artificial elements, it's far more realistic than the dream-like illusion created by ordinary Genjutsu."

Hearing this, Uchiha Qi, who was also in the game world but viewing everything from a God's-eye perspective, nodded. "I see. It's still not real enough? Then it needs further optimization."

Minato Namikaze: "Uh, actually, I think if it's just a game, it doesn't need to be that realistic..."

Uchiha Qi nodded. "Hmm, that's true. Even Virtual Reality Games intentionally avoid making things too realistic to prevent people from confusing reality with illusion."

"However, I have great faith in the mental and physical fortitude of the Ninja World's superhumans, so I think pursuing ultimate realism is best."

Minato Namikaze: "...Although I don't know what you mean by 'Virtual Reality Game,' Qi, not everyone in the Ninja World is a superhuman."

Uchiha Qi: "No worries. At worst, I'll make two versions: a super-realistic 'ninja-exclusive' version and a 'fake' version for ordinary people to play."

Minato Namikaze: "..."

For some reason, Minato Namikaze seemed to sense a strong undercurrent of malice and a twisted desire for societal revenge in Uchiha Qi's words.

Uh, that must be my imagination, right? After all, Qi is a very good-natured person. Even if he has a mischievous streak sometimes, he's not a bad guy.

Muttering this to himself, Minato Namikaze asked again, "By the way, Qi, why do I feel so weak? Is it a problem with this Genjutsu world?"

Uchiha Qi didn't answer directly, instead saying, "The glass window to your right can be used as a mirror. Take a look at yourself."

Hearing this, Minato Namikaze looked to his right and indeed saw a house with a glass window, reflecting his current appearance.

However, the person reflected wasn't the Minato Namikaze of the real world, but a man wearing a Konoha headband and a Konoha ninja vest, yet his clothes were tattered and dirty, his face unshaven, and he exuded an aura of decadence and bewilderment.

Seeing this, Minato Namikaze was shocked: "Am I... someone else?"

Uchiha Qi: "Yes, didn't I say this is a game? Just like the hero and villain games we played as kids, you're now playing a Konoha ninja returning from the battlefield."

"The character is my original design, not someone from Konoha. He's just a virtual character."

"As the game's name suggests, you'll be playing as him, finding your way home in this world."

Minato Namikaze nodded in sudden understanding. "I see, I understand."

With that, he became eager to try it out. After all, in the Ninja World, where entertainment culture was extremely scarce, modern Earth's entertainment games were a complete dimension-reducing attack. What's more, this Genjutsu game Uchiha Qi created was a cutting-edge, black-tech product even by Earth's standards.

Although Minato Namikaze was a genius who had become a ninja at a young age, completed many missions, and was known as a very mature genius ninja, he was still only an eighteen-year-old boy. On Earth, he would be someone who had just finished his college entrance exams, embracing his youth—an age for having fun.

He hadn't indulged in fun before because it wasn't appropriate, and there wasn't much entertainment in the Ninja World, so Minato Namikaze had to be the "mature Konoha Elite Jonin."

But when an interesting entertainment game was presented to him, and it was also to help a friend, with no psychological burden on his part, even Minato Namikaze couldn't suppress his inner anticipation and excitement.

Even if the visuals and setting were incredibly eerie, perhaps a bit too stimulating, it was still fun, wasn't it?

Immediately, Minato Namikaze began to move forward.

The cold night wind whistled past Minato Namikaze's ears, and he remained vigilant, gripping his Kunai, ready for battle at any moment.

However, after walking for a while, apart from the path stretching ahead, there was only a thick gray fog and lanterns with an eerie green glow hanging on the houses lining the street.

The visibility continued to shrink, gradually becoming only two meters, as if a Hidden Mist Ninja had cast the Hiding in Mist Technique—the fog Minato Namikaze encountered when fighting Hidden Mist Ninjas was usually like this.

Moreover, back then, there wasn't an unsettling green aesthetic to emphasize it—as the fog grew thicker, even the mist turned green under the illumination of the green lanterns.

Eerie, profound.

Such an environment was most likely to induce psychological issues like claustrophobia or thalassophobia.

Even if Minato Namikaze didn't suffer from these issues, constantly moving forward without encountering anything, with the unsettling and ethereal background music softly lingering in his ears, would still cause a slight psychological discomfort.

This made Minato Namikaze couldn't help but ask Uchiha Qi, "Qi, is this game just about constantly moving forward? Aren't there any changes or enemies?"

Minato Namikaze's answer was silence, the low sound of the wind, and an absolute quiet environment accompanied by a crisp, eerie chime, even the unsettling BGM disappearing.

The sudden change made Minato Namikaze's heart clench instantly. Before he could react, he suddenly felt something beside him and immediately turned to look.

The result almost caused Minato Namikaze to have a heart attack on the spot.

Because, less than thirty centimeters from Minato Namikaze, a mysterious woman with disheveled hair, draped in tattered white cloth, with only one eye visible, a pale face streaked with blue veins, and an aura of icy coldness emanating from her entire being, floated silently, her eyes meeting Minato Namikaze's at eye level.

And in her exposed eye, the whites were filled with black blood vessels, and the pupil was a deep, inky black, full of malice and hatred. Such terrifying eyes did not seem like something a human could possess.

Normally, even encountering such a mysterious woman in broad daylight would make one uncomfortable, let alone in this eerie environment with her "opening a big move" right in his face.

Almost instinctively, Minato Namikaze immediately wanted to attack this terrifying woman with the Kunai in his hand, while also preparing to use the Flying Thunder God Technique to escape.

These were combat habits Minato Namikaze had developed over many years through reflex.

However, this habitual movement made Minato Namikaze stumble, almost falling backward onto the ground. He only managed to regain his balance after retreating several steps.

It was then that Minato Namikaze remembered he was in a game, inhabiting the body of an ordinary ninja. He didn't possess his own overwhelming strength here.

This mismatch between body and consciousness caused Minato Namikaze to suffer a setback.

Yet, Minato Namikaze was still Minato Namikaze. Even in this state, once he regained his footing, he sharply looked up at the mysterious woman.

But when he looked in that direction again, there was nothing there. The woman had vanished at some unknown point.

"Where is she? No, was that really... a person?"

Minato Namikaze grew suspicious. That eerie feeling, and that eye that seemed to hold endless malice, looked nothing like something a human could possess.

Even in a world like the Ninja World, filled with all sorts of strange and supernatural beings, he had never seen anything like that mysterious woman before.

At least, Minato Namikaze was certain he had never encountered such an existence.

"What exactly..."

Suddenly, Minato Namikaze's voice caught in his throat. His eyes widened, and he felt his body completely stiffen. A chilling sensation surged from behind him, and the cold wind was bone-chilling, as if he were in the dead of winter.

The intense external sensory stimulation agitated Minato Namikaze's nerves, causing the top Konoha ninja to get goosebumps and break out in a cold sweat—an uncontrollable physiological reaction.

Next, Minato Namikaze felt an icy, stiff hand grasp his shoulder. The sensation penetrated his clothes and clearly reached his skin, as if his garments offered no protection.

Immediately after, Minato Namikaze, unable to move, caught a glimpse of black hair and a pale, terrifying face out of the corner of his eye, right beside his ear. A cold, ethereal voice then spoke.

"You... can't go back..."

At that moment, Minato Namikaze's entire body was rigid, and his mind trembled. He clearly recognized that this female voice was the same chilling whisper that had chanted the game's name when he first entered the game and saw its title.

Next, Minato Namikaze felt an icy hand clamp around his neck.

Like the hand of a corpse, like a frozen hand, it maintained an ice-cold, bone-chilling grip, continuously squeezing with force, making it extremely difficult for Minato Namikaze to breathe. A feeling of agony welled up, assaulting his mind.

The inability to resist truly made the man feel as though he was about to die.

But in the next instant, both the icy sensation and the terrifying woman vanished. The state of being completely controlled and unable to move also lifted.

However, Minato Namikaze's body went limp at that moment, and he stumbled forward, ultimately ending up on one knee, propped up by his right hand on the ground and his left hand on his knee, barely preventing a complete collapse.

Even so, cold sweat continued to drip, dampening the dusty ground.

The tropes of 21st-century horror games, combined with the experience of a future mental network Virtual Reality Game, made Minato Namikaze, this 'show-stopper,' fully experience the profound terror of an ultimately sinister game.

Honestly, for Minato Namikaze, who was experiencing this for the first time, it was a bit too much stimulation.

Although it might sound embarrassing, Minato Namikaze genuinely had the timid thought of, Maybe we should just stop playing, at that moment.

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