Mutated Sharingan

That night, Amada sat cross-legged in his room, moonlight streaming through the window and falling across him.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the Lottery System in his mind.

A huge wheel appeared before him, divided into white, green, blue, and rare purple sections.

Amada started a ten-pull with green tickets, and the wheel began spinning rapidly.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

A string of system notifications rang out in his mind.

Amada held his breath as flashes of light swept past:

White: Inferior Shuriken x10

Green: Chakra Supplement x5

White: Inferior Kunai x5

Green: Substitution Technique Scroll

Blue: Standard Nichirin Sword

White: Military Ration Pill x3

Green: Transformation Technique Scroll

White: Inferior Shuriken x10

Green: Chakra Paper x10

Blue: Electrified Mace

Amada opened his eyes. The items he had drawn were already piled up in front of him.

His gaze fell on two weapons that glimmered faintly.

"What a shame..." Amada sighed.

Neither weapon was of much use to him right now.

He picked up the Nichirin Sword and gently ran his fingers along its blade.

It was a fine-quality sword. It could still kill demons in the Demon Slayer world, but this was the world of ninjas, and there were no demons for him to kill.

"System, dismantle these two blue items."

"Ding! Blue-quality items detected. Confirm dismantling?"

"Confirm."

Two flashes of blue light passed, and the two ninja tools dissolved into specks of starlight, replaced by two blue draws.

Amada gazed at the blue draws in his mind, lost in thought.

With the eighteen draws he had saved up before, he now had enough for two ten-pulls with blue tickets.

The system interface clearly displayed the odds: blue draws had a chance of yielding purple-quality items or better.

He remembered how close he had come to disaster when subduing the giant wild boar that day.

"Let's use them." Amada made up his mind.

"Now isn't the time to be saving them."

He started a blue draw in the system, and the wheel began spinning rapidly.

Blue light flowed through the space of his consciousness.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

A string of system notifications rang out:

Green: Chakra Paper x5

Blue: Magic Amulet from Another World (Can block one fatal attack)

Green: Transformation Technique Scroll

White: Inferior Kunai x5

Blue: Healing Potion from Another World (Can rapidly heal injuries)

Green: Clone Technique Scroll

White: Military Ration Pill x5

Blue: Space Ring from Another World (One cubic meter of storage space)

Green: Sharp Kunai

White: Inferior Shuriken x10

Amada opened his eyes. The items he had drawn were already piled up in front of him.

The first thing that caught his eye was the Magic Amulet, shimmering with an unusual light—

It was a silver pendant set with a blue crystal. Starlight seemed to swirl inside it.

"From another world..."

Amada looked thoughtful.

Next, he picked up the bottle of Healing Potion.

The pale green liquid in the clear glass bottle shimmered faintly.

Amada carefully put the potion away. It might save his life in a critical moment.

Finally, his attention was drawn to the Space Ring.

The ring was silver-white, its surface etched with intricate patterns.

When Amada channeled chakra into it, his consciousness immediately connected to a pocket dimension one cubic meter in size.

"Interesting..." Amada's lips curved slightly.

Although he hadn't drawn any purple items this time, these objects from another world might be more valuable than ordinary ninja tools.

He put the Magic Amulet around his neck and stowed away the Healing Potion and Space Ring, then sorted the remaining items.

Once he was done, he looked at the ten blue draws he had left, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

"One more time."

Amada took a deep breath.

The wheel began spinning again, blue light flowing through the space of his consciousness.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light tore through the blue curtain.

"I really got a purple one!"

Amada's heart began pounding. He forced down his excitement and quickly scanned the other rewards:

But none of them caught Amada's attention.

All his focus was fixed on the purple orb floating in the space of his consciousness.

The orb gave off a gentle glow, with countless tiny runes seeming to swirl inside it.

The instant Amada's consciousness touched the orb, a massive stream of information flooded into his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations! You've obtained a purple item: an opportunity to awaken the Mutated Sharingan!"

"Mutated Sharingan Awakening: A special variant of the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan. Awakening it will grant a unique Dojutsu ability. Warning: the awakening process may involve intense pain and chakra disruption. It is recommended that you undergo it in a safe environment."

Amada opened his eyes, but a storm was raging inside him.

"Mutated Sharingan?"

He murmured to himself.

As a member of the Uchiha Clan, he knew the Sharingan's three basic forms: Single Tomoe, Double Tomoe, and Triple Tomoe.

The clan's records said that a very small number of geniuses could even awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.

But a Mutated Sharingan... this was the first he had ever heard of it.

He walked over to the mirror and looked at his ordinary black eyes.

What would the Mutated Sharingan look like once awakened? What kind of ability would it grant him?

More importantly... would this mutation come with any side effects?

Amada recalled the clan's records about the Sharingan.

"Should I awaken it now?"

Amada hesitated.

He looked out the window. Although it was already late at night,

if he awakened it now and something went wrong, someone might notice.

But deep down, his curiosity and desire continued to grow.

In this perilous world of ninjas, strength was everything. If he could gain a unique ability...

Amada thought it over for a while.

Then he took a deep breath and retrieved the purple orb from the system.

The orb pulsed in his palm as if it were alive.

"No more hesitating."

Amada whispered to himself.

He decided to awaken it now after all.

In an instant, a searing energy surged into his body.

Amada felt as if his eyes were being scorched by flames. The intense pain made him let out a muffled groan.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat forming across his forehead.

Chakra surged wildly through his body, and the chakra pathways that had once been stable began to shudder violently.

Amada felt his vision start to distort.

The scene before him blurred and sharpened by turns, as if countless images were flashing before his eyes.

"Hold on..."

He clenched both fists. He had to stay conscious, or he might lose control of his ocular power.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the pain finally began to recede.

Amada slowly opened his eyes and found that his vision had become extraordinarily clear.

In the moonlit room, he could make out every speck of dust. He could even see the veins in the leaves outside the window.

He stumbled over to the mirror.

His eyes had taken on the form of the Sharingan—two tomoe slowly turning in his scarlet irises.

"Double Tomoe..."

Amada murmured to himself.

Awakening the Double-Tomoe Sharingan at the age of nine was extremely rare, even in the Uchiha Clan's history.

But...

He studied his eyes in the mirror, yet couldn't see anything unusual about them.

Was this the Mutated Sharingan the system had mentioned?

Apart from the Double-Tomoe form, it seemed no different from an ordinary Sharingan.