The Damn Rip-Off Treasure Vault

Late at night, after finishing his training, Sarutobi Toru—who should have been asleep—sat on his bed with an excited expression.

As he sensed his Chakra entering a wondrous space, Sarutobi Toru's face lit up with excitement.

"A year! Ever since I first refined Chakra, I've been trying to connect with this Reincarnation Warehouse. I finally opened it completely!"

Sarutobi Toru's transmigration had been caused by a Main God Fragment from the Reincarnation Space. A group of reincarnators had fought fiercely to seize and refine the Main God Space, slaughtering one another until only a nearly destroyed Main God Fragment remained. It had attached itself to Sarutobi Toru's soul.

The fragment was almost beyond repair. Even its ability to transmigrate had only activated because Sarutobi Toru's soul possessed an innate affinity for space-time, and he had been unable to choose the world he transmigrated to.

Fortunately, after entering this world, the fragment had served some purpose. It allowed him to choose a certain time period and identity.

Otherwise, how could Sarutobi Toru have obtained such a good identity, along with nearly twenty years of peaceful time to grow up?

Unfortunately, the fragment's functions were limited. He could only choose a time after Konoha's founding, and he could not transmigrate as someone with a Kekkei Genkai. Otherwise, he would have been the Sage of Six Paths by now.

Besides that, the Main God Fragment contained a Reincarnation Warehouse, left behind by the previous reincarnator who had refined part of the Main God. It had remained sealed until Sarutobi Toru opened it with Chakra just now.

Any reincarnator capable of refining the Main God had to be among the top experts of the Reincarnation Space. Even a little something leaked through the fingers of such a figure would be enough to send Sarutobi Toru soaring.

With that thought, the excited Sarutobi Toru shifted his mind and instantly entered the Reincarnation Warehouse.

White floors, white ceilings, white walls—the entire space was incomparably monotonous. Only an azure-blue radiance filled every corner.

Bathed in that light, Sarutobi Toru felt invigorated all over. The Chakra he had expended opening the warehouse space was fully restored in moments.

That azure-blue light did not belong to the space itself. It came from a sword planted in the very center of the room!

Sarutobi Toru swallowed and slowly walked up to the sword, studying it carefully.

The sword resembled a Japanese blade. Its edge was made of silver-blue crystal, while its spine was pure green. The entire sword shone brilliantly, breathtakingly beautiful and soul-stirring.

After entering the warehouse, Sarutobi Toru found that merely looking at an item allowed him to know its name, abilities, properties, and description. It seemed to be an innate function of the space.

Thus, Sarutobi Toru instantly understood the sword's name—Heavenly Crystal!

The number one Heavenly Divine Soldier in Fantasy of Heavenly Swords!

The Heavenly Crystal Sword was a world-saving blade forged by the great goddess Nuwa. She had poured eight million years of cultivation into it, spent four hundred and ninety years liquefying five-colored crystal with Samadhi True Fire driven by immortal qi, turned her left arm into the child sword and her legs into the mother sword, then fused her own true essence into the blades!

Point it at the heavens, and the sky would collapse; slash it across the earth, and the ground would split. Its power was limitless. If he could fully wield this sword's might, Sarutobi Toru could stomp all over the shinobi world. Even if Otsutsuki Kaguya appeared, he could still beat her back!

With his heart burning, Sarutobi Toru reached for the hilt.

To his surprise, the Heavenly Crystal blazed with light. Its previously gentle azure-blue radiance suddenly became like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron. No matter how hard Sarutobi Toru tried, he could not get close.

Sarutobi Toru sheepishly withdrew his right hand and carefully studied the description provided by the space again.

At the end of the Heavenly Crystal Sword's description, it read: "The master of Heavenly Crystal shall enjoy endless wealth, yet face boundless calamity." This had originally been a curse placed by a Demon, but it later merged with Heavenly Crystal's benevolent intent. Only one who harbored benevolence could use it. Should the sword's master give rise to evil thoughts, Heavenly Crystal would self-destruct.

Fuck, I forgot Heavenly Crystal had a self-destruction curse—and judging by the description, this was an upgraded version.

Good thing I'm not even qualified to use it. Otherwise, if I took it out and it blew up, Konoha would probably be gone.

But a benevolent heart? And no evil thoughts whatsoever? This... did Konoha even have someone like that now?

Jiraiya in the future might not lack benevolence, but a mind free of evil thoughts? Forget it. That old pervert who gathered material every day was out of the question. The worst possibility wasn't being unable to use Heavenly Crystal—it was being able to use it while harboring evil thoughts, then blowing all of Konoha into the sky.

Unless they went back five or six years, that God of Shinobi should have been able to use the Heavenly Crystal Sword.

With a sigh, Sarutobi Toru gave up on using Heavenly Crystal and turned his gaze to the side.

A square hammer lay upside down on the floor. Just from its appearance, Sarutobi Toru knew what treasure it was without needing any introduction.

Mjolnir—the weapon of Thor in Marvel films, a supreme treasure containing the power of the Thunder God.

Sarutobi Toru tried to pull it twice, then smiled bitterly. Another decoration he could look at but not use. He did not think he possessed Captain America's character.

To the right of Mjolnir was a golden cloud. The Flying Nimbus from the Dragon Ball World. He did not even need to try; with his temperament, there was no way he could sit on it.

By then, Sarutobi Toru had developed a bad feeling. Could everything in this warehouse be this kind of... useless junk?

Looking farther to the other side, he saw a broken arrow, a test tube of liquid, and a teapot.

The broken arrow was the Stand Arrow. If it pierced someone and left a wound, there was a chance of awakening a Stand ability.

Of course, there was an even greater chance of dying on the spot, and that chance was far higher than the chance of awakening a Stand.

The test tube did not contain some ordinary medicine. It held the famous T-virus. Well, if Sarutobi Toru wanted to destroy the world, all he had to do was take it out and smash the tube.

The teapot contained Super God Water, a divine medicine from the Dragon Ball World. Drinking it could greatly increase one's strength. The only problem was that everyone who drank it died, except for Kid Goku, who was a Saiyan.

Sarutobi Toru's expression fell as he made his way to the very edge with a last shred of hope.

There were four books, a cellphone, a strange fruit, and a pair of golden gloves.

Sarutobi Toru looked at the books first. The first bore four large characters: Sunflower Manual.

Shuddering, Sarutobi Toru immediately cast it aside and looked at the second book.

"Book of the Dead." Was it a spellbook? Although necromancy had a poor image, after suffering so many blows, Sarutobi Toru no longer cared much.

He carefully read the description again: Book of the Dead, from the Cthulhu world...

Sarutobi Toru did not read any further. He threw the entire book far away. There were already enough lunatics in the shinobi world; there was no need to put even more pressure on it.

Only the last two books remained. Feeling utterly hopeless, Sarutobi Toru picked them up and looked.

"Martial Scripture" and "Dao Scripture," from the Yang God world. They had been compiled through the combined efforts of the entire Great Qian Dynasty, then destroyed immediately after completion. This version was a later abridged and altered edition, filled with traps and extreme danger.

"Alright, I knew it wouldn't be anything good."

Sarutobi Toru now understood that the items in this warehouse were clearly all defective.

Thinking it over, it made perfect sense. Reincarnators lived in incredibly dangerous reincarnation worlds; anything good would have been used long ago. Even if they could not use it themselves, they could trade it for treasures that strengthened them. Only items with harsh requirements for use or severe side effects would be left behind.

Looking around, only a cellphone, a pair of gloves, and that strange fruit remained.

Sarutobi Toru recognized the gloves and the fruit at a glance—the Infinity Gauntlet and a Devil Fruit. However, the right-hand glove was probably an Asgardian imitation, with no Infinity Stones set into it. It was essentially a useless decoration. The Devil Fruit, on the other hand, made Sarutobi Toru begin to pray.

"Heavens above, spirits below, as long as it's not some Rolling Fruit or Jacket Fruit, I'll be fine. Please, at least be useful!"

Praying as he did so, he reached out toward the Devil Fruit.