Rewards

In the shop, Uchiha Zhuang could see a vast array of goods: cultivation techniques, secret manuals, equipment, smart hardware and software, and even glowing orbs of various colors, all exceptionally beautiful. There were mechanical creations like Gundams, exotic beasts, various potions and elixirs, and herbal materials—everything one could imagine. Dazzled, Uchiha Zhuang steadied himself and looked at the search bar. The directory of commonly used goods in the search bar alone contained tens of thousands of categories. To put it simply, if one typed in "food," the search bar would display tens of thousands of options: Celestial Realm food, Demon Realm food, Human Realm food, exotic beast food, Elf food, and so on—there were tens of thousands of such expansion categories. Uchiha Zhuang suddenly felt his own insignificance compared to certain greatness; this was only the beginning. Didn't a famous work from his past life have a line like "Heaven did not give birth to me..." or something about the "sword dao for all eternity"? It had been too long; he couldn't remember clearly. Looking at the 6,000 points in his hand, he immediately summoned the AI sprite and asked, "Based on my current physical fitness and point level, list items that prioritize strengthening individual power for me to review." "Sprite received," a pleasant voice rang out, and then a large pile of items appeared before Uchiha Zhuang. He carefully selected from the list, and after a long while, he chose the Seal-less Ninjutsu Release Potion (Permanent) for 5,000 points. He spent the remaining 500 points on a collection scroll of all Water and Fire Style ninjutsu in the ninja world, leaving the final 500 points in reserve. Once selected, he immediately exited the search. He saw the reward for the bandit suppression mission in his item bar: a "Nano Healer (Home Edition)," which even came with an instruction manual.

Uchiha Zhuang opened his eyes and performed a few hand signs to put on a show, but in reality, he immediately redeemed the healer. Under the surprised gazes of Hanako and the others, he picked up the device and said to Hanako, Ootama, and Tsugutama, "Take off your clothes." Without a hint of hesitation, Uchiha Zhuang felt completely calm inside. Because his heart was filled with righteousness, his eyes were clear and his gaze cold and upright. The women obediently removed their clothing, revealing thin, rough-skinned bodies covered in multiple scars. The most shocking were the unhealed wounds in their private areas. Uchiha Zhuang did not shy away; he stepped forward to scan them one by one. The Nano Healer was handheld; as he scanned the wounds, a faint ray of light flashed and then vanished. Minor wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while old ailments and severe injuries were slower, showing no immediate change. However, that ray of light contained nanocytes capable of healing almost all injuries and illnesses; it was just that the home edition was relatively slow. With the mindset of a saintly physician, he treated their entire bodies, his heart devoid of any ripples, focused and earnest. The women went from surprise to wonder, and finally to gratitude! The Master is truly benevolent! The women knelt in unison, and Hanako spoke: "Arigato gozaimasu, thank you for your benevolence and kindness, Master-sama. We will certainly serve you with all our hearts." After speaking, Hanako slowly crawled forward on her knees. Uchiha Zhuang knew what she wanted, but he didn't want anything right now. After all, his grand cause had only just begun; if he started indulging in pleasure now, his great ambitions would be hard to realize! Furthermore, his physical hardware wasn't mature yet, and he wasn't equipped to enjoy such tools. Uchiha Zhuang straightened his expression, refused Hanako, and said, "Just serve my daily needs for now; no other services are needed." "Hai!" Hanako stopped. Uchiha Zhuang closed his eyes in inner agony. Is this how the noble masters of the evil old society enjoyed themselves? Damn it! Whether Uchiha Zhuang hated the old society or hated that he couldn't enjoy it himself was hard to say.

The next day, Uchiha Zhuang woke up naturally and was washed, dressed, and served breakfast by Ootama (who served him purely). Afterward, he dismissed the three of them, telling them not to disturb him, and sat alone on the corridor. He took out the Seal-less Ninjutsu Release Potion (Permanent), looked at the transparent liquid, and drank it in one gulp. Uchiha Zhuang felt a wave of dizziness like a surging tide rising in his head, followed by an intense urge to vomit. His head buzzed, his veins bulged, and he collapsed to the ground, struggling against the severe pain and dizziness. Before he knew it, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a futon. Slowly turning his head, he saw the women kneeling nearby, mending clothes. Seeing Uchiha Zhuang wake up, Hanako immediately came over to check on him. "Master, you're awake. How do you feel now?" "How long have I been asleep?" "Two days and one night, Sama. Would you like something to eat? Or to drink some water?" "Mm." Afterward, Tsugutama went downstairs and brought up warm soup, rice, and tea. Uchiha Zhuang leaned against Hanako's lap, enjoying being fed. After the meal, having regained some energy, Uchiha Zhuang sat up. Feeling the changes in his body, he tried to release a ninjutsu without signs: "Fire Style!" Watching the small flame he spat out, Uchiha Zhuang knew he had succeeded. From now on, he could release ninjutsu without hand signs—a feat only a very small number of late-stage powerhouses could achieve. His strength had taken another step forward. The women looked at the flame Uchiha Zhuang had spat out with wonder. In the ninja world, commoners had no chance to come into contact with these masters who controlled powerful and strange forces, and neither did minor nobles; only the Daimyo of a country could interact with them as equals. Ignoring the women's astonishment, Uchiha Zhuang lay back down and began to ponder.

Konoha was still under the administration of the Second Hokage, Tobirama. Internal conflicts in the village were not yet very serious. The Senju clan was still a prestigious and powerful family, an unshakable pillar of the village. The Uchiha clan held a monopoly on the Konoha Military Police Force and possessed significant law enforcement power, also being a prestigious family. The Hyuga clan was slightly ahead, mainly because their eyes were extremely precious, and their overall strength was not weak—a distinguished family. The Ino-Shika-Cho, Sarutobi, and others were still second-tier distinguished families. Smaller clans like the Shimura, Aburame, and Gekko were just large families, and there were even smaller ones. However, by the time the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, returned to his position and the original plot began, the Senju clan had been wiped out, the Uchiha clan had been wiped out, and the Hyuga clan had become loyal dogs to the Hokage's high-level officials. The smaller clans had defected to the Hokage's faction, and the Ino-Shika-Cho and Sarutobi were all in the same boat. The reasons for this were self-evident. Uchiha Zhuang had no intention of participating in the Hokage's affairs. Of course, the waters of Konoha's high-level officials were too deep; they would never allow someone from the Uchiha to have even the slightest chance of rising to power. Suppressing the Uchiha was a consensus. As for the Senju clan, one could only say they were slowly worn away—the destruction of a frog in boiling water.

So, what was the strategy to deal with this? As a transmigrator, Uchiha Zhuang thought that if he watched the place where he grew up and the people he was familiar with being killed by conspiracies, he would surely be filled with hatred. After all, he wasn't a virtual animal or a low-level machine, but a human. For a transmigrator filled with hatred, one could refer to the fanfiction novels he had read back on Earth: the "annihilate the ninja world to find a new path, ruthless and decisive, cold and neutral" genre. To have no seven emotions or six desires, to be obsessed with becoming a god, shattering the void, and seeking false power while failing to understand the beauty of enjoyment—that was boring.