If the worlds Naruto had traveled to were truly real universes, truly real worlds, and not so-called worlds or universes that were actually just huge chunks of matter enclosed by some kind of spatial membrane, with an intelligent program like the Will of the World arranging the fates of the creatures living inside them—in other words, toys that had merely been given the names "worlds" and "universes"—
then the system Naruto carried would be practically beyond measure in value. As long as they could figure out how its traversal worked, they could eventually travel to different universes at will!
If that wasn't the case, then the so-called system Naruto carried would be worth far less, even becoming utterly useless. After all, Uchiha Brahman could make those so-called worlds and universes himself.
It was simple. The one thing the universe had no shortage of was planets. All they had to do was map out a few star systems, modify the planets in them, and use spatial technology to isolate those planets. And there you had it: an infinite world!
Anyone who went to play in those worlds would be guaranteed not to realize that the place they were in was just a powerful being's playground.
This so-called traversal, these so-called worlds, had no real value.
They were too small. Compared with the vast universe, even the Milky Way was no more than a speck of dust. Even if the Milky Way were destroyed, the universe would keep on turning, and nothing would happen.
"No, no!!! How could this happen?! Power, come out! Nine Tails, give me your power!!!"
At that moment, the transmigrator Naruto sat in the memory extractor, his face filled with despair and pain. He watched his memories being extracted, helpless to stop it. In his mind, he screamed