Transmigrated, the Third Kazekage is gone...

Endless yellow sand, low air humidity, and the sand blown by the hot wind beat against the window with a rhythmic "pat-pat" sound.

Gazing into the mirror at a face that could truly be called handsome, paired with wine-red hair, Rasa finally accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.

The transition from a two-dimensional character to a three-dimensional reality is something that usually only exists in novels, making it hard to believe, especially since Rasa had also inherited a portion of the original's memories.

If it were a familiar character, one could easily name them after a quick stroll through an anime convention, spotting a similar costume or even just a silhouette.

Rasa happened to be just such a character: a "high-level extra" from the early stages of Naruto, killed off by Orochimaru before he even made a proper appearance, only to be used as a puppet later.

However, thanks to his performance after being brought back by the Impure World Reincarnation and his appearance—which was seventy percent similar to Gaara, save for the extra pair of eyebrows—he was still quite recognizable.

Rasa adapted to his new identity quickly; since he was here, he might as well settle in. Looking at his reflection, he appeared to be a young man in his early twenties.

From a nobody to the young Fourth Kazekage, what was there to be dissatisfied about?

His future strength would at least be Kage-level, he had a son and daughter, and a beautiful wife—though she passed away due to complications during childbirth. His son was promising, even if he did lose his Tailed Beast once.

But these were minor issues!

Lay low! Stay steady! I can do this, I've got this!

Survive the assassination attempt by that loser Orochimaru before the Chunin Exams, stop thinking about useless things, and stick close to the Konoha camp.

It would be best to pat the young master's head during the future Chunin Exams and offer some flattery: "This child has a heroic spirit; he will surely achieve great things in the future." "In my eyes, this child has the makings of a Hokage!"

Stay steady, keep a low profile, and I'll be set for life!

Rasa had already calculated everything for the future, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his head, and a ring-shaped, starry vortex appeared in his mind. After observing it closely, it felt as if he could glimpse the mysteries of the universe within it.

Infinite power, endless possibilities, and boundless ambition were all contained within.

A cheat? A golden finger?

After the throbbing pain subsided, Rasa was overjoyed. I knew it—since I've transmigrated, how could I not have a matching cheat? Even the worst hack writer wouldn't dare write it otherwise.

Without a cheat, how are you supposed to satisfy the readers?

Having roamed the web novel scene for over a decade, what kind of scenarios haven't I seen? What tropes don't I know?

Contemplating the starry vortex in his mind, he received only a few brief pieces of information.

[Magnet Release strength: Lv.0]

[Magnet Release precision: Lv.0]

[Points: 0]

[This cheat has a high degree of freedom; the host must explore it on their own. The greater the impact on this world, the more points you will obtain.]

Rasa couldn't help but frown. Many hack writers with poor prose would write "frowned" or "brows furrowed"...

But this simple micro-expression meant a lot to Rasa; it was high-class, after all, because his future son didn't have eyebrows.

Damn it, Magnet Release? What kind of weak cheat is this? A microwave?

I'm not asking for a starter pack, but at least give me an instruction manual.

From transmigrating to figuring out his identity, receiving memories, letting his imagination run wild, and then obtaining a cheat—the information overload left Rasa unable to react for a moment.

"Knock, knock."

A knock at the door startled Rasa out of his thoughts.

He temporarily pushed the matter of the cheat to the back of his mind; the duck in the pot would be his sooner or later—it wasn't going anywhere.

Pushing open the door, a wave of hot, sandy air rushed in. That was the one downside of the desert: the extreme temperature difference between day and night.

A young man with blonde hair, wearing a Suna headband and possessing a handsome face not much inferior to Rasa's, stood outside. There was a hint of urgency and worry between his brows.

Memories of the original host flooded his mind, and Rasa recognized the boy: the younger brother of his future wife, Karura, and his future brother-in-law.

Before he took over, Rasa and his future wife Karura were still in the dating phase. Rasa was handsome, strong, and the personal disciple of the Third Kazekage, having inherited his Magnet Release.

He was a promising young man, and his relationship with Karura was progressing rapidly. Unfortunately, the original Rasa was a man who believed that "the village is not yet prosperous, so how can one have a family."

They usually just held hands and shared kisses; they weren't even married yet, so this beautiful wife was now a windfall for this transmigrator.

This made Rasa, a pure-love enthusiast, feel inexplicably comfortable. Karura was a beauty, a goddess he could never have reached in his previous life.

Your wife, I will take care of; do not worry!

He tried his best to imitate the original host's demeanor, movements, and tone. Fortunately, Rasa wasn't neurotic, and his daily behavior had no distinct quirks.

"Is there something you need, Yashamaru?"

"Brother-in-law, it's not me looking for you."

"It's Elder Chiyo and Elder Ebizo. They want you to go to the Kazekage Office immediately. It seems there's something very important!"

Yashamaru spoke solemnly. He was quite satisfied with Rasa as his future brother-in-law.

Chiyo? Ebizo? The Kazekage Office?

With so much information received at once, Rasa's brain hadn't quite caught up. Aside from the legendary, alluring swimsuit photos of Chiyo that he couldn't get out of his head, he couldn't think of anything else.

But a vague, ominous premonition still lingered in his heart.

Sunagakure was not like the Konoha of the future, where elders were known as Hokage advisors and could even keep the Hokage in check. Nevertheless, the position of elder remained vital and held significant power.

The siblings Chiyo and Ebizo were among the few powerhouses in Sunagakure, serving as the very backbone of the village, second only to the Third Kazekage.

Furthermore, Chiyo would eventually sacrifice her life to save his cheap son Gaara; she was a good person, a truly good person who had dedicated everything to Sunagakure.

For that reason alone, Rasa would never cross Chiyo.

Hierarchy existed everywhere. Sunagakure was a ninja village built in the desert, similar to nomadic tribes that followed water sources, only Sunagakure was established beside an oasis.

The Kazekage Office was located in the very center of the village. While some sand was inevitable, it at least offered a bit of protection when sandstorms struck.

As a disciple of the Third Kazekage, Rasa belonged to the privileged class, and his residence was not far from the Kazekage Office. Following the memories in his mind, he made his way to the office.

Yashamaru tactfully closed the door and left; given his rank, he was not qualified to participate in this meeting.

He composed himself, his gaze sharp as he scanned his surroundings, acting as a guard. Even though every face was familiar, he could not afford to be careless.

Being a ninja was a profession of dancing on the edge of a blade; caution was never a mistake. Tagging the God of Shinobi Dance, Madara Uchiha, here.

There were not many people in the office. Combining the memories of his past life with those of the original host, Rasa identified them easily.

Chiyo, Ebizo, and a beautiful woman with green buns and orange bangs—her beauty was undeniable even with such a wild hairstyle.

The Scorch Release ninja Pakura, quite busty, indeed.

Seeing Rasa enter, Chiyo stood up to close all the doors and windows, making the office, which already had poor lighting, even dimmer.

Candlelight flickered.

Only then did Chiyo place her hands on the desk and lower her voice, saying hoarsely, "The Kazekage has been missing for three days. Tell me your thoughts."

Rasa's heart skipped a beat!

He remembered now; wasn't the cause of the Third Shinobi World War the disappearance of the Third Kazekage?

Was this hell-mode difficulty?