The red light on the metal head went out completely.
It let out a piercing bang.
I tossed it onto the floor in disgust and kicked it into the corner like a soccer ball.
"Follow the network cable and tear down their base..."
I muttered the threat I'd made earlier and rubbed my chin.
"Sounds pretty badass."
"But whoever wants that cross-world teleportation job can have it."
I crouched down and dabbed a little of the blue liquid onto my finger.
I held it under my nose and sniffed.
It smelled like machine oil mixed with rust.
It turned my stomach, and I hurriedly wiped it off on my pant leg.
Go to another plane?
I sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, staring blankly at the pile of scrap in the corner.
A wage slave?
The phrase suddenly popped into my head.
In the Shinobi World, I was a godfather-level figure who'd even planted Kaguya as fertilizer.
Who dared get in my way anywhere I went?
When I went to Ichiraku Ramen, old man Teuchi had to give me two extra slices of pork.
In another world, who would know who Sen Senju was?
I might even have to start from scratch, fighting monsters and leveling up.
Third stage of dou qi, getting my engagement broken off, all that crap.
I'd have to grovel while hunting down heavenly flames and resources.
Just thinking about it wore me out.
"What would I even get out of it?"
I stretched luxuriously, my bones cracking.
"I finally cleaned up all those huge messes in Konoha."
"I've only just started living the heavenly life of a retiree."
"Now you want me to abandon this garden estate spanning hundreds of acres."
"And go toil away in another universe for Kara or those Otsutsuki?"
"I'd have