God-Tier Sign-In System!

Konoha.

Year 52 of Konoha.

The night wind swept up a few leaves and blew across the rooftops of the civilian district.

Chiba lay flat on a wooden bed, breathing steadily.

[Ding!]

[Detected that the host has reached the age of sixteen!]

[The God-Tier Sign-In System is binding with the host!]

[Binding successful!]

[Awakening the host's memories of his past life!]

[...]

Suddenly.

A cold mechanical voice rang out in Chiba's mind.

The young man on the bed abruptly opened his eyes.

The next moment.

It felt as though his brain had been stuffed into a high-speed blender.

Two massive streams of information began colliding wildly.

Every reassembled fragment of memory brought agonizing pain, as though he were being hacked apart with blades and axes.

Chiba clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulging on both hands.

Very soon.

The long, torturous two hours finally came to an end.

Chiba was soaked in cold sweat, as if he had just been hauled out of the water.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, while incomparably complicated emotions surged in the depths of his eyes.

He remembered.

He remembered everything!

Year 36 of Konoha.

Chiba had transmigrated into this world filled with slaughter and chakra.

At the time, he had only been a newborn baby.

An adult soul was far too immense.

An infant's body simply could not bear those heavy memories.

Out of a living creature's instinct for self-preservation.

Chiba's subconscious had forcibly sealed away all knowledge of his previous life.

For the following sixteen years.

Chiba became an utterly ordinary Konoha orphan.

Fortunately, the original body's constitution was decent enough, and he barely possessed the qualifications to extract chakra.

When he was six.

Chiba successfully entered the Ninja Academy.

Back then, he had been naive enough to believe that as long as he trained hard, he could change his fate.

Looking at it now, it was utterly laughable.

Year 46 of Konoha.

The Third Shinobi World War erupted in full.

The flames of war spread, and the frontline forces were stretched thin.

With a stroke of the pen, the Konoha High Command directly sent the Ninja Academy children to the front lines.

They called it: for the Will of Fire.

At only ten years old, Chiba could barely use the Three Body Technique, yet he was forcibly graduated early.

Back then.

More than ninety percent of the students who went to war alongside Chiba had become cold corpses.

Severed limbs...

Scattered organs...

Blood stained the soil of Mt. Kikyo red.

Chiba had survived solely through absurdly good luck, along with playing dead several times amid piles of corpses.

To this day.

Chiba was already sixteen years old.

By constantly completing D-Rank and C-Rank Missions.

Chiba had become an ordinary Chunin, neither high nor low.

Before awakening his memories.

Chiba had been fairly content with such a quiet life.

With only himself to feed, he occasionally took on a couple of C-Rank Missions for commission money. Life had been stable enough.

But now!

After completely recovering his identity as a transmigrator.

A bone-chilling cold instantly ran up Chiba's spine.

As a transmigrator.

Chiba knew the future course of this world all too well.

This was not some passionate, inspirational ninja game at all. It was a mad meat grinder that devoured people whole!

Four years from now, in Year 56 of Konoha.

The Uchiha Clan would be exterminated, and that filial son would turn the village upside down.

Eight years from now, in Year 60 of Konoha.

Nine-Tails Jinchuriki Uzumaki Naruto would graduate, followed immediately by Orochimaru's Konoha Crush Plan.

Giant summoned snakes would flatten more than half of the civilian district.

The allied Sound Ninja and Sand Ninja forces would swarm into the village like locusts.

Eleven years from now, in Year 63 of Konoha.

The Naruto: Shippuden plot would completely spiral out of control.

The Fourth Shinobi World War would begin.

The Ten-Tails, the God Tree, Uchiha Madara, Kaguya Otsutsuki...

Those monsters capable of destroying the heavens and earth and splitting mountains apart would appear one after another.

An ordinary Chunin?

On a battlefield where gods fought each other.

Even ordinary Kage Level powerhouses would not be able to withstand the aftermath of their battles!

A dead end!

Chiba rubbed his stiff cheeks.

With this mediocre body, let alone surviving until the finale.

If he could even scrape through the Konoha Crush Plan alive, it would already mean his ancestors' graves were smoking.

"System?"

After a moment.

Chiba called out tentatively in his mind.

The cold mechanical voice immediately responded without the slightest extra emotion.

Afterward.

Chiba quickly interrogated the system about its functions.

God-Tier Sign-In System.

The rules were simple and brutal: sign in once each year to receive one random reward.

Once a year?

What kind of bullshit was that?!

Chiba nearly cursed aloud.

Other people got systems that let them crush the heavens and earth, receiving rewards until their hands went numb.

He only got one reward a year.

By the time he accumulated enough trump cards to stay alive, Kaguya Otsutsuki would probably have already conquered the world.

[Upon the host's first binding, this system has prepared a novice gift pack.]

[Would you like to open it immediately?]

"Open it!"

Chiba muttered inwardly.

Something was better than nothing. He would take the benefits first.

[Ding!]

[Novice gift pack successfully opened!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: one bloodline purification opportunity!]

Bloodline purification?

Chiba's brows instantly furrowed.

Both parents of this body were dead, and he did not even know their names. He had a pure civilian bloodline.

What was there to purify in his bloodline?

Could it be that it could somehow purify an Otsutsuki bloodline?

Doubts aside.

This was his only lifeline for now.

"Use it!"

Chiba did not hesitate in the slightest.

The instant the command was issued.

A terrifying energy beyond description erupted violently from the center of his heart.

It was not a warm current. It was magma!

Violent, scorching power surged through his blood vessels, brutally washing over every one of Chiba's meridians.

Pain!

Pain beyond the limits of human endurance!

Chiba's eyes flew open, the whites filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

His bones let out teeth-grinding crackles, while his muscle fibers were forcibly torn apart and instantly reassembled.

He wanted to scream.

But the last sliver of reason he had desperately suppressed the sound in his throat.

This was Konoha!

Anbu patrol squads were roaming the nearby streets.

Any unusual disturbance would attract those executioners wearing animal masks.

Chiba grabbed his pillow and stuffed it tightly into his mouth.

His teeth shredded the fabric, and a thick smell of blood filled his mouth.

Yet even so.

Chiba only lasted three minutes before the pain knocked him unconscious.

The night outside the window remained deep.

Who knew how long passed before several faint barks sounded in the distance.

Chiba's fingers suddenly twitched.

He slowly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of dark blood mixed with foul air.

He had survived.

Chiba rolled over and sat up.

But he quickly froze in place.

Something was different.

Completely different!

His once somewhat thin body now brimmed with explosive strength.

His once pitifully meager chakra now flowed like a rushing river through broad, resilient meridians.

Even his five senses had been amplified to the extreme.

This feeling of complete transformation was as though his entire being had evolved.

"System."

"Display my information!"

Chiba issued the command impatiently.

A translucent blue screen immediately appeared before Chiba's eyes.

[Name: Senju Qianye]

[Chakra Reserves: Early Kage Level]

[Physical Strength: Elite Jonin]

[Chakra Attributes: Water, Earth, Yang]

[Bloodline Limit: Primary Sage Body, Wood Style]

[Water Style: Water Wave (C-Rank)]

[Earth Style: Earth Wall (B-Rank), Earth Dragon Concealment (C-Rank)]

[Wood Style: None]

[Overall Evaluation: An unqualified Elite Jonin!]

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Chiba stared fixedly at the name on the first line of the panel, his pupils trembling violently.

Senju?

How could it be Senju?