In this life of reincarnation and transmigration... these short eleven years—were they worth it?
Within the pistil of the Hell Flower, at the very center of this blood-red Thousand Needle Hell, surrounded by corpses, the blood-soaked boy lay there with blood still flowing from his back, chest, and abdomen. His eyelids gradually drooped, and as they did, his consciousness slowly began to blur.
Yet a thought surfaced in his heart.
As a transmigrator, was this worth it? Ever since transmigrating, my life had been spent cultivating, cultivating, cultivating. Every day, all I thought about was Medical Ninjutsu, Sealing Jutsu, and everything else—nothing was more interesting than cultivation...
Every day was spent practicing and thinking, without a moment of rest. Aside from eating and sleeping, there was no other entertainment...
And even so, in the end, I had accomplished nothing...
Was it worth it? Compared to those protagonists or transmigrators who had also crossed into the Naruto World, who ran wild, built harems, and enjoyed themselves however they pleased, I...
Was this really worth it? Was spending my second life like this worth it? A series of comparative thoughts flashed through his mind, and the blood-red boy's eyes, reflecting the light of dawn, seemed to dim slightly.
Actually... I could have chosen not to work so hard, not to risk my life like this...
I could have...
If I were just like the protagonists in those transmigration novels and fanfics, avoiding harm and pursuing benefits, or possessing their good fortune so that nothing unfavorable ever happened to them... No, I would not even need that kind of luck. As long as I devoted myself to studying Eight Gates Mode and everything I had learned, kept a low profile, and did not involve myself too deeply in this war, then by the