Transmigration and System

Shen Mo struggled to open his eyes, his consciousness slowly recovering from the depths of his mind. A sliver of vigilance drove him to discern his surroundings.

An unfamiliar wooden room.

He was covered by a thin quilt, lying directly on the floor instead of a bed.

Tatami, then.

He reached out to rub his head, attempting to sit up, but the overwhelming sense of weakness in his body forced him to abandon the idea.

System.

He chanted silently in his mind.

A faint light screen unfolded within his consciousness, crystal clear.

Sure enough, it was no hallucination.

Shen Mo didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

He had originally been an ordinary game designer on a certain blue planet. Suddenly, a system descended from the sky, and a countdown to his transmigration began. Unable to resist, he had only managed to use this so-called "Universal Trading System" at the very last moment to purchase a large life insurance policy for his family.

This feeling.

"It's terrible," Shen Mo muttered to himself.

Transmigrating with a golden finger was something many people dreamed of, but the problem was that a system like this was definitely man-made. No matter who the big shot behind it was, they certainly existed.

He remained still for a long while.

Shen Mo seemed to accept the reality. As the saying went, if you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it. As long as you didn't hold yourself in too high regard, life was full of enjoyment everywhere.

"Universal Trading System, huh."

Shen Mo examined the functions of the system.

It was extremely concise.

By trading with others, no matter what was traded, it could be converted within the system into something called Trading Points. This stuff could be used to purchase everything in the system store—everything in the true sense of the word.

Shen Mo even saw Doraemon's Time Machine; would you believe it?

Although, there was a long string of zeros behind it that he didn't even want to count.

But this was a Time Machine!

And the kind that could truly change the past.

"There must be restrictions."

Shen Mo felt his thoughts gradually clearing as he looked at the terms of trade.

Indeed, there were restrictions.

Both parties must trade voluntarily, and the value of the traded items must be limited to a range of one-fifth to five times the value.

Shen Mo currently possessed 110,000 Trading Points.

His savings from three years of work amounted to about that much—having used a portion earlier to exchange for the insurance policy.

Judging by the fact that a box of Master Kong Instant Noodles cost five points, the prices were reasonable.

That was a relief.

It wasn't the kind of system that would scam its host on exchange rates.

"Ah, seriously, I was just a little bit away from winning."

From outside the room, a woman's voice suddenly drifted in. Shen Mo instantly focused his attention, quickly placing several powerful defensive items into his shopping cart.

Clap—

The sliding wooden door was pushed open roughly.

A woman dressed in light gray sleeveless attire appeared outside the door, with pale blonde hair, golden eyes, and exquisite features.

This is...

A Tsunade cosplay?

Although Shen Mo wasn't a hardcore otaku, he quite enjoyed anime as a form of entertainment.

Therefore, he recognized her at a glance.

This character!

"Yo, you're awake." The woman, dressed exactly like Tsunade from the anime, seemed quite happy to see Shen Mo's eyes open. She walked over, sat down beside him with no regard for ladylike decorum, and held out her hand. "As you can see, I saved you. Alright, hand over the medical fees."

Shen Mo blinked.

From the moment she spoke her first sentence, he had used 30,000 Trading Points to exchange for a basic proficiency in Japanese.

His gaze shifted to the other woman; yes, she was dressed exactly like Tsunade's disciple, Shizune.

He already had a premonition.

"It's like this," Shizune said, kneeling down beside her. "We found you collapsed outside our door and brought you in for treatment."

She certainly wouldn't mention that Tsunade's original words were, "This guy has delicate skin and tender flesh; he must be a wealthy noble," as she prepared to swindle him for medical fees.

"I see." Shen Mo replied in the language he had just learned, "I will pay the medical fees, and I am deeply grateful, but could you please prepare some food for me first? Liquid food would be best."

"Tsk, he sure knows how to order people around." Tsunade stood up nonchalantly. "Shizune, I'll leave this guy to you. Don't let him run off before he pays the medical fees."

She had already examined him earlier.

His muscles were relaxed, and there was no Chakra in his body.

He was just an ordinary noble or a wealthy man.

Tsunade had always treated wealthy people in exchange for gambling money, so bringing Shen Mo in was just a casual whim.

In contrast.

Shizune's attitude was much better; after agreeing, she instructed Shen Mo not to move around, then went off to prepare some liquid food.

Shen Mo watched them leave, his tense nerves finally relaxing a little.

Judging by their appearance.

The possibility of it being cosplay was low.

So, were they the real deal? Had he transmigrated into the world of Naruto?

If that's really the case, it's actually advantageous.

Shen Mo thought to himself. At this moment, he wasn't pondering the excitement of meeting characters he once loved, but rather how to maximize his own benefits, with the basic requirement of avoiding life-threatening danger, and enjoyment as a secondary goal.

A world where he was familiar with the plot was undoubtedly more advantageous than an unfamiliar one!

For example.

Selling a Resurrection Coin to Tsunade could definitely fetch five times the maximum price.

In fact, if one didn't consider converting it into Trading Points through the system, exceeding five times wouldn't be difficult, because Tsunade had the demand for it.

However—

"Transactions that satisfy a party's existing needs are only the most basic level." A smile curled at the corners of Shen Mo's mouth. "Completing transactions for things the other party doesn't need is the ultimate commercial method for maximizing profit."

In his previous world, there was a classic business story about selling combs to monks.

This story was denounced as a scam by a certain billionaire because monks had no need for combs.

But this kind of "scam."

In the realm of gaming, it was everywhere.

That's right.

What Shen Mo was referring to was Opening Chests!

Or rather, Gacha Pulls, Opening Boxes, Opening Packs—it was all the same. Players would throw massive amounts of money into something for the items they wanted, only to end up with a pile of useless junk, and they did it willingly.

As a game designer, Shen Mo knew this method all too well.

Therefore, he had already made up his mind.

Didn't Tsunade have the title of "Legendary Big Fat Sheep"? It would be a pity to let that go to waste.

After eating some liquid food and regaining some strength, Shen Mo placed some life-saving items into his shopping cart as usual, so he could purchase and use them at any time, and then prepared to begin his first transaction.

He requested to discuss the medical fees and was brought before Tsunade by Shizune.

He had already inquired; the current timeline should be after the Third Shinobi World War, more than a decade after the Fourth Hokage had sacrificed himself, and Tsunade had left the village.

This legendary member of the Legendary Sannin was drinking sake alone. A slight flush from the alcohol had appeared on her porcelain-like skin, and combined with her explosive figure, one couldn't tell she was a Big Mom over fifty years old.

Even with Shen Mo's vision, honed by countless movies and television shows, he couldn't help but offer a silent compliment.

She was a beauty.

"Kid, your eyes are quite interesting." Tsunade glanced at Shen Mo sideways.

With her keen eye, she could naturally see the admiration in Shen Mo's gaze.

He didn't even try to hide it.

Although it wasn't common, it was only enough to be called "interesting."