The Lottery System

Konoha's streets bustled with activity.

Uchiha Amada stood quietly in the middle of the village, gazing at the imposing Kage Rock in the distance.

He couldn't help letting out a deep sigh.

Time flew by. It had been almost a month since he'd transmigrated to the world of Naruto.

At first, he'd been a little lost, but now he was gradually coming to terms with it.

"Fine, I transmigrated—but why couldn't it have been a world I know? I've only watched a little of Naruto. I stopped following it after the Chunin Ninja Exams, when Naruto defeated Gaara. Sure, I've come across some classic scenes on Douyin, but that's about it."

He grumbled to himself, his words full of helplessness and melancholy.

"Amada, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up, or we'll be late!"

An urgent shout broke into his thoughts.

Amada turned around and saw Uchiha Obito standing not far away. He looked anxious and waved at him repeatedly.

Obito was a friend of the boy whose body Amada had taken over. He was also from the Uchiha Clan, and the two of them were on their way to the Ninja Academy.

Amada paused for a moment, then quickly pushed aside his tangled thoughts and ran over to Obito.

"Coming, coming!" he called back.

The two hurried toward the Ninja Academy.

As he entered the classroom, Uchiha Amada's gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces. A wave of uncertainty rose in his heart.

Everyone in the room was new to him. Only a few names seemed familiar, like Kakashi, Asuma, and Might Guy.

His eyes searched the classroom on their own, finally settling on those few boys. They were still young, with a long way to go before they became as powerful as they would be in Naruto.

Over the past few days, Amada had gradually figured out the situation. He realized he'd arrived in the world of Naruto before the story began.

The familiar main characters—Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura—hadn't even been born yet.

"Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I'll live well in this world."

He silently encouraged himself, trying to truly fit in.

In class, the Ninja Academy teacher stood at the front of the room, droning on about how to make traps.

Holding various tools, the teacher demonstrated while explaining in detail:

"When making a trap, you need to conceal it. Use the surrounding environment to hide its presence, and calculate the force and angle needed to trigger the mechanism precisely..."

Amada had intended to try to learn something, but before long, the complicated theories and tedious steps had tangled together like a mess of thread, making his head feel heavy.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

He smiled bitterly to himself. The boy whose body he now inhabited had been a Dead Last, just like Obito, and he'd been a poor student in his previous life, too.

His and Obito's terrible performance at the Ninja Academy had made them the two embarrassments of the Uchiha Clan in everyone's eyes.

Amada stared at the densely packed notes on the blackboard and felt dizzy.

"Looks like I really don't have a talent for studying."

He sighed helplessly to himself.

If he couldn't take anything in, forcing himself to keep trying would be pointless.

"For now, I shouldn't change too much. I'll just keep playing the part of the original Amada."

Thinking this, Amada slowly laid his head on the desk, buried it in his arms, and pretended to fall asleep.

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

That's right. When he'd transmigrated to this world, he'd brought a cheat with him.

The system was his one hope in this dangerous ninja world.

Every day, he could do one lottery draw, with a vast range of possible prizes. In short, he could draw just about anything.

What's more, he could save up his draws. By now, he'd accumulated ten chances.

A ten-draw had a much higher chance of yielding items of green quality or above.

The Lottery System divided items into different tiers.

From the lowest, white, to green, blue, purple, gold, and finally red.

Each tier represented a different surprise and possibility.

Thinking back to the free daily draws he'd gotten before, Amada couldn't help frowning.

The white items had been either poorly made kunai or rusty shuriken. They were practically useless.

That was why he'd decided early on to stop doing single draws and patiently save his chances, all for the better odds of a ten-draw.

The past month had felt both long and short to Amada.

For the first few days, he'd immersed himself in studying the rules of the Lottery System.

Now, including this time, he could do two ten-draws.

At last, he took a deep breath and silently said:

"Start the draw!"

At that moment, he felt the whole world fall silent.

A hazy lottery screen seemed to appear before his eyes, with all kinds of items spinning rapidly across it.

The results of the first ten-draw were revealed.

Two items glowing green appeared in his inventory: [Exceptionally Sharp Kunai] and [High-Powered Explosive Tag].

Amada looked at the two green items he'd just drawn and sighed helplessly to himself:

"Though these items are good quality, there's not much I can do with them while I'm still a student at the Ninja Academy."

In this ninja world, where the strong preyed on the weak, becoming more powerful couldn't wait.

After thinking it over, Amada decided, Forget it. I'll break them down into green draw chances. Once I've saved enough, I can do a green ten-draw. Maybe I'll get something that can actually help me.

The system was pretty considerate. If he didn't need an item of green quality or higher, he could break it down into high-quality draw chances.

Next, the second ten-draw began.

As the items were revealed one by one, he realized he'd gotten three green items this time. But on closer inspection, they were things like special ninja camouflage paint and extremely durable steel wire. They were still of little help to him at this stage.

He deftly broke down the three green items and continued saving up green draw chances.

After all twenty white draws were over, Amada slowly closed his eyes and began to think seriously about his current situation.

His parents had both been ordinary Chunin in the Uchiha Clan and had died on the battlefield.

All they'd left him was a small inheritance and a few basic ninjutsu scrolls, including two C-rank techniques and one B-rank technique.

What he needed most right now was something that could make him stronger.

As a poor student, it was unrealistic to think he could get stronger through studying at the Ninja Academy and training on his own.

Amada knew he could only pin his hopes on his system.

With that thought, Amada sank his awareness back into the system panel.

Options of different colors were arranged across the panel.

The white and green draw options were lit up, showing that he could use them.

There was also a purple option glowing below them.

It was a guaranteed purple draw the system had given him. Using it would guarantee an item of purple quality or higher.