Where the Hell Did This Send Me?

That night, the Ninja World was deathly silent.

Suddenly, the sky tore open like shredded paper, space folded and twisted, and time itself seemed to be ripped open with a long scar.

The next moment--

Boom!!

A pillar of pitch-black spatial energy poured down from the crack, crashing heavily to the earth and creating terrifying ripples that enveloped the night sky like a nightmare.

Accompanied by a deep, divine hum, a blurry yet proud figure slowly emerged from the center of the black pillar.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back, she wore a pure Otsutsuki Clan robe, her expression was indifferent as ice, and her gaze held an unchanging, ancient scrutiny within its coldness.

It was as if the gods had descended to earth once more.

--Otsutsuki Clan Urashiki.

"Uchiha Sasuke... Uzumaki Naruto..."

He murmured their names, a lazy yet chilling smile playing on his lips, as if savoring a familiar hunting pleasure.

"The time when strength is not yet ripe is the best time to sow seeds."

His eyes were deep and unfathomable. His fingers gently caressed the surface of the tortoise-shaped spacetime artifact "Plow." Faint ripples of spacetime emanated from his fingertips, echoing his obsession with fate.

In the original timeline, he, along with Momoshiki and Kinshiki, was ordered to go to Earth to investigate Kaguya's betrayal and recover the Tailed Beast Chakra in order to restart the God Tree Project.

After Momoshiki and Kinshiki perished, he went into hiding, secretly collecting Tailed Beast, coveting the complete authority of "Plow," intending to reverse time and plant the Karma Seed during Naruto's childhood.

The plan is meticulous, and the route has been set.

But--

An unexpected event occurred.

Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Boruto's surprise attack shattered the pre-set coordinates. The spacetime tunnel collapsed, and he fell into an unknown place.

He had thought that what he had fallen from was merely a more controllable past.

Now, it has finally arrived.

An era before Uzumaki Naruto reached the top and Sasuke awakened the Rinnegan.

"Oh."

He chuckled softly, his tone composed, his steps slow and leisurely, as if he were in a royal court.

"As long as I harvest the Tailed Beast and plant wedges before they mature... I can completely reconstruct the trajectory of the God Tree on this timeline."

"This world will become my elegant hunting paradise."

His words carried an air of effortless elegance and composure, as if victory was already assured.

However--

The next second, he paused, his gaze sharpening slightly.

An inexplicable sense of oppression descended silently.

Buzz--

The earth groaned, and the void trembled.

He slowly raised his head, his brows furrowed, and his gaze swept across the surroundings like a sharp blade.

Something's not right about this Ninja World...

The landscape was familiar, yet chillingly strange.

Chakra is like the blood of stars, interwoven and crisscrossing, penetrating heaven and earth.

That was not Natural Energy, but a high-level Chakra network that was fully integrated, precisely guided, and unified, as if the entire planet had been transformed into a nervous system with its own will.

He gazed silently for a long time, the languor in his eyes gradually replaced by an indescribable alertness.

Above the heavens, an invisible and formless giant eye gazes down upon the earth.

It was not a physical entity, but rather the "Eye of Destiny," formed by the convergence of countless rules, quietly standing atop a higher dimension, silently watching over him.

It remains still, yet it is impossible to ignore.

Deep within the earth, the Chakra surges, but it is no longer wild and rough. Instead, it obeys a unified will, operating with precision and coldness, as if the entire world has been reconstructed and encoded by this "will."

This is not nature.

Rather, it's about the field.

A Ninja World rewritten and completely dominated by human will.

That sense of "position," that sense of "structural hierarchy"...

He felt both familiar with it and terrified of it.

This is not a world of ninjas.

Rather, it is the stage where the gods reside.

His brow twitched, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, yet he maintained his elegant posture, though a hint of deep confusion lingered in his voice:

"... It seems someone else completed the evolution of the God Tree before me?"

His expression froze, and he remained silent for a long time.

What the hell did I come here for?

After a long silence, he said softly, as if mocking himself:

"... This is truly unpleasant."

"Where... have I come to?"

A flicker of wariness—even a long-forgotten fear—slipped silently into the depths of his pupils.

--Buzz.

A beam of light descended from the sky.

There was no Chakra fluctuation, and no spatial distortion.

It was as if the "concept" itself was forcibly inserted into reality, without warning, pinning Urashiki to the spot.

He was unable to move; even his thoughts were blocked and sluggish.

At this moment, he was no longer a noble hunter of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, but rather like an insect captured by the "rules".

"Outsiders have trespassed into the Ninja World without the World Lord's permission."

A clear, indifferent, and emotionless voice echoed in his mind.

It was not like language, but more like the self-declaration of heaven and earth, enveloping his entire consciousness like a judgment.

Urashiki suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

The void split open silently. A figure slowly emerged from the indescribable "rift".

He was dressed in a long, black robe, the hem of which trailed to the ground and danced on its own without wind.

Behind him, nine Chakra orbits slowly rotated, like a wheel of celestial authority, reflecting the trajectory of time, space, and destiny.

His steps were leisurely, yet heaven and earth spontaneously yielded to him, and the laws of nature automatically made way for him.

Every step we take is a sign of the world's submission.

Urashiki's pupils trembled violently.

He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss after being glanced at by that person, and his consciousness almost collapsed.

That's not "invincible".

Rather, they didn't even have the right to conceive of resistance.

"You come from another time and space?" The person's voice was calm and even.

Simple, yet like a law, it shakes the universe.

"Who... who are you?!" Urashiki gritted his teeth and growled, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He— Otsutsuki Clan Urashiki —once faced the Tailed Beast alone and considered himself a god, but now he is like a stray dog, unable to even think of a way out.

The person responded calmly:

"I am the master of this world."

Urashiki trembled as if struck by lightning.

"You... you rewrote the rules... even the will of this planet is submitting to you..."

He seemed to finally realize that he had not descended into an "undeveloped, primitive Ninja World".

Instead--

One side of the world has completed the "Ascension of the God Tree".

"This is not the Ninja World you know."

This is -- my world.

The person's tone remained calm, but with each step, layers of spatial laws were peeled away, as if actively paving the way for them.

The "Path of the Realm Lord" naturally extended beneath his feet.

Urashiki's body trembled uncontrollably, and the next moment he discovered in utter horror—

The anchor point between myself and the main timeline has been severed.

The temporal and spatial link that should have guaranteed his "return" was forcibly overwritten and erased.

He was deprived of the "possibility of leaving".

Completely trapped in this world.

"You do not have 'leave permission'."

"They don't even have the right to exist."

The moment he spoke, a golden light rose from the man's fingertips.

It is not Chakra, it is not Natural Energy.

Rather, it is the light of authority.

The world resonated with it.

Urashiki roared, "You dare to face Otsutsuki Clan— "

--Smack.

Uchiha Yoru flicked his finger lightly.

There was no roar, no light.

Otsutsuki Clan Urashiki's consciousness vanished instantly.

Silent, painless, yet irreversible.

Only an empty shell remains, along with the solitary "plow," suspended in the air, seemingly unaware that "the holder is dead."

The wind rustles through the forest, and the night remains as usual.

It was as if none of this had ever happened.

Uchiha Yoru stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the plow, lost in thought for a moment.

"Have other timelines... already begun to take action?"

He spoke softly, his tone calm as still water, yet it seemed to unveil the prelude to some destiny.

"Since that's the case—"

Before he could finish speaking, he instantly transformed into a ray of light and vanished into the void.

The sky was still night, and the forest was still desolate.

Only that piece of land still retains the lingering warmth of divinity.