Lottery System

The streets of Konoha were bustling with activity.

Uchiha Amada stood quietly in the center of the village, his gaze fixed directly upon the majestic Hokage Rock looming in the distance.

He couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Time flew by; he had been transmigrated into the world of Naruto for nearly a month now.

At the very beginning, he had been somewhat lost, but now, he was gradually coming to terms with it.

Transmigration is what it is, but why couldn't it be a world I'm actually familiar with? I only watched a bit of Naruto, and I stopped following it after the Chunin Exams when he defeated Gaara. Sure, I've seen some classic clips on social media, but that's about it.

He muttered to himself in the depths of his heart, his words filled with helplessness and melancholy.

"Yutian, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

An urgent shout shattered his train of thought.

Yutian turned his head to see Uchiha Obito standing not far away, his face etched with anxiety as he waved his arms incessantly.

Obito was a close friend of this body, also hailing from the Uchiha clan, and the two were currently on their way to the Ninja Academy.

Yutian was slightly startled, but he quickly tucked away those complex thoughts and ran toward Obito.

"Coming, coming!" he shouted in response.

The two hurried toward the Ninja Academy.

Stepping into the classroom of the Ninja Academy, Uchiha Amada's gaze swept over the sea of unfamiliar faces, and a sense of bewilderment welled up in his heart.

Everyone in this room was a brand-new existence to him, with only a few names sounding familiar, such as Kakashi, Asuma, and Might Guy.

His eyes searched the classroom involuntarily, eventually landing on those few boys. They were still young, and they were a long way off from the levels of power they would eventually reach in the series.

Over the past few days, Yutian had gradually figured out the situation; he realized he had transmigrated to the era before the main plot of Naruto began.

Those familiar protagonists—Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura—had not even been born yet.

Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I'll just live my life well here.

He silently cheered himself on in his heart, trying to truly integrate into this world.

In class, the instructor stood at the podium, droning on endlessly about the techniques of trap-making.

The instructor held various tools in his hands, demonstrating while describing the process in meticulous detail:

"When setting a trap, pay attention to concealment. Use the surrounding environment to mask the trap's presence, and at the same time, precisely calculate the force and angle required to trigger the mechanism..."

Yutian had originally intended to learn as much as he could, but before long, those complex theories and tedious steps felt like a tangled mess, making his head heavy.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

He smiled bitterly to himself; the original persona of this body, much like Obito, was a dead-last, and he himself had been a poor student in his previous life.

He and Obito, these two boys of the Uchiha clan, were considered the two disgraces of the Uchiha in the eyes of everyone due to their abysmal performance at the Ninja Academy.

Yutian looked at the dense, messy notes on the blackboard and felt a wave of dizziness.

It seems I really don't have the talent for this.

He sighed helplessly in his heart.

Since he couldn't absorb any of it, forcing himself was futile.

I shouldn't change too much for now; I'll just keep playing the part of the original persona.

Yutian thought to himself, slowly slumped over onto the desk, buried his head in his arms, and feigned sleep.

System, he called out silently in his heart, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

That's right, he had brought a golden finger with him when he transmigrated into this world.

This system was like his only hope in this dangerous world of ninjas.

Every day, he could perform a lottery draw. The prizes were all-encompassing; it could be said that he might draw anything.

Furthermore, the draw attempts could be accumulated, and as of now, he had saved up 10 lottery chances.

A 10-pull significantly increased the probability of drawing items above Green quality.

The item grading of this Lottery System was as follows:

From the lowest White grade, to Green, Blue, Purple, Gold, and finally, Red.

Each grade represented different surprises and possibilities.

Thinking back to the free daily draws from before, Yutian couldn't help but frown.

Those White-grade items were either crudely made, inferior kunai or rusted shuriken, which were practically useless.

Because of this, he had decided early on to stop doing single pulls and instead patiently save his attempts for the more promising 10-pull.

This month had been both long and short for Yutian.

In the first few days, he had immersed himself in studying the rules of the Lottery System.

Now, including this one, he had enough for his second 10-pull.

Finally, he took a deep breath and chanted in his heart:

"Begin the draw!"

At that moment, he felt the entire world go quiet.

An illusory lottery interface seemed to manifest before his eyes, with various items spinning rapidly within it.

The results of the first 10-pull were revealed.

Two items radiating a green glow appeared in his "Inventory": one was an [Exceptionally Sharp Kunai], and the other was a [High-Yield Explosive Tag].

Amada looked at the two green items he had just drawn in the system space and sighed helplessly in his heart:

"Although the quality of these two items is decent, for me, currently a student at the Ninja Academy, their utility is truly limited."

In this ninja world where the weak are prey to the strong, increasing one's strength brooks no delay.

After pondering for a moment, Amada decided in his heart:

"Forget it, I'll just decompose them into green draw attempts. If I save up enough for a green 10-pull, perhaps I can draw something that will actually be of help to me."

This system was quite user-friendly; if items of green quality or higher were not used, they could be decomposed into high-quality draw attempts.

Immediately following this, the second 10-pull began.

As each item was revealed, he discovered that this time there were 3 green items. However, upon closer inspection, these items—such as special ninja camouflage paint and extremely durable specialized steel wire—were still of little help to him at his current stage.

He skillfully decomposed these 3 green items, continuing to accumulate green draw attempts.

Once all twenty white-tier draws were finished, Amada slowly closed his eyes and began to seriously contemplate his current situation.

His parents were merely ordinary chunin of the Uchiha clan who had already sacrificed their lives on the battlefield.

Now, they had left him only a small inheritance and a few basic ninjutsu scrolls, including two C-rank ninjutsu and one B-rank ninjutsu.

What he needed most right now were items that could enhance his strength.

As a poor student, wanting to become stronger by studying Ninja Academy knowledge and training on his own was undoubtedly unrealistic.

Amada knew that he could only place his hope in his system.

Thinking of this, Amada sank his consciousness back into the system panel.

Options of different colors were arranged on the panel.

The white and green draw options were lit up, which meant they were available for use.

Below them, a purple option was also lit up.

This was a guaranteed purple-tier draw opportunity gifted by the system; as long as he used it, he was guaranteed to draw an item of purple quality or higher.