Devil Fruit System + Sign-In System + Grind Emperor System

In Leaf Village, in the world of Naruto.

The morning sun rose, its brilliant red light spilling down through gaps in the lush leaves, painting patches of dazzling light and shadow across the ground like scattered gold.

A seven-year-old boy stood amid those dappled shadows, his hands rapidly forming seals. His little face was tightly drawn, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Clone Technique!"

Pop!

A puff of white smoke burst open beside him, but the illusory figure that appeared within was extremely fragile. A light breeze brushed past, and the figure vanished like a bubble without a trace.

"Damn it! Failed again! Do I really have no talent for ninjutsu? Damn it!" Rogge clenched his fists tightly, his little face flushed red with anger and unwillingness.

He had already spent two and a half years in this strange world.

This was the world of Naruto, which had once existed only in the anime from his previous life. Here, individual power was magnified to the extreme. Powerful shinobi possessed destructive abilities comparable to nuclear weapons, and one person could destroy an entire nation!

When he had first arrived, Rogge had also been full of dreams. He had imagined becoming an unparalleled genius of ninjutsu, standing at the pinnacle of the shinobi world like Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, becoming a shinobi god revered by all!

But cold reality had ruthlessly doused those fantasies like a bucket of icy water. His body possessed no special bloodline limit, the chakra he painstakingly refined was pitifully scarce, and he could not even successfully perform the most basic Clone Technique.

Compared to children his age, he had been left far behind.

"If I focused only on taijutsu like Might Guy, perhaps I could become a Kage-level powerhouse through the Eight Gates Released Formation. But so what? Even if I could successfully open the eighth gate, the Gate of Death, all I would gain would be a fleeting moment of glory. It would not fundamentally change anything. In the end, I'd still just be a supporting character, cannon fodder who could die in battle at any moment."

He remembered the tragic scene of Might Guy facing Six Paths Madara, and his heart was filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

"Heavens, you can't mess with me like this! Fine, maybe I didn't get a cheat after transmigrating, but you even turned me into a worthless good-for-nothing. I really can't accept this!"

Rogge looked up at the sky and loudly vented the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"In two years, the Second Shinobi World War will begin. With my pathetic training progress, I'll only be cannon fodder by then! No, maybe I won't even count as cannon fodder. I'll just be a civilian anyone can slaughter at will, the kind nobody will remember after I die!"

At that thought, Rogge felt as though his mood had plunged into a bottomless abyss. Endless darkness and despair nearly swallowed him whole.

However, he was not completely crushed by that despair.

After a brief bout of anger and depression, Rogge took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. A determined light rekindled in his eyes. "There is always a way out. As long as I want to walk, the road will be beneath my feet. Taijutsu... taijutsu! Even if I can only practice taijutsu, I will become a powerhouse everyone fears!"

With that, he turned around and headed toward the woods behind the Ninja Academy with firm steps.

Along the way, he passed through the bustling streets of Leaf Village. The people on both sides cast glances at him—some curious, some indifferent, and some filled with malice.

"Hey, did you hear? That guy's a dead last. He's been in school for half a year and still can't perform a single ninjutsu. All he's learned is how to refine chakra."

"Tch, I heard the teachers are planning to expel him."

"Heh, he's just an orphan from a civilian background. How could he compare to geniuses from shinobi clans like us?"

Those piercing words continuously reached Rogge's ears, but he carried on without changing expression, as though he had heard nothing. Though he looked like a child, his soul belonged to an adult who had weathered the hardships of life, and his mental fortitude was strong. He had long grown accustomed to the mockery and ridicule of others. In his eyes, these people were merely a group of short-sighted fools, not worth getting angry over.

Heh, you call me an orphan? When the Second Shinobi World War comes, you little brats will become orphans too! By then, you won't even have anywhere to cry!

He was not a child born and raised in Leaf Village, but an orphan who had lost everything in war. He had been brought back by Leaf Village shinobi by chance and had grown up in the Sunshine Welfare Institute.

The civilians of Leaf Village had always been somewhat hostile toward outsiders like him. For years, he had lived amid countless Byakugan and acts of bullying. Yet those hardships had not worn down his will. Instead, they had made him stronger.

At last, Rogge arrived at the small grove beside the Ninja Academy.

The grove was quiet and peaceful. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light on the ground. In one corner stood a Wing Chun wooden dummy he had made himself.

Though the wooden dummy was somewhat crude, it was the result of countless hours of effort. Thick ropes had been wrapped around it in circles, making it especially sturdy.

Rogge walked up to the wooden dummy and skillfully wrapped bandages around his hands and feet. Then he closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mind.

A moment later, he abruptly opened his eyes, determination shining within them. He threw a fierce punch, then swiftly kicked out.

"Hmph! Ha! Hmph hmph ha ha..."

His movements were fierce and powerful, every punch and kick packed with force. Sweat continuously rolled down his forehead and soaked his clothes, but he showed no intention of stopping.

Time passed second by second, and two and a half hours went by in a flash.

By then, Rogge was drenched in sweat from head to toe. Waves of soreness and exhaustion washed over him, while unbearable pain throbbed through his fingers, elbows, insteps, and knees.

He had no choice but to stop, bracing his hands against his knees as he panted heavily and rested for a while.

Rogge lay flat on the ground, his body spread out like a starfish. Squinting, he looked at the tiny specks of sunlight blocked by layer upon layer of leaves.

"It would be nice if I could live peacefully like this every day, but that's just a beautiful fantasy. The Second Shinobi World War is coming, followed by the Third and Fourth. Leaf Village isn't an absolutely safe haven either. If I remain a powerless civilian, I definitely won't live to eighteen."

"I finally got a second life. How can I die humbly like an ant? I refuse to accept it. I have to become stronger!"

Just then, a mysterious voice rang out in his mind.

[Ding! The host's intense desire to become stronger has been detected! The Grind Emperor System is now activated!]

"What?"

Rogge jolted and instantly flipped up from the ground, warily scanning his surroundings.

"Damn it, was that an auditory hallucination?"

[It is not an auditory hallucination. It is the Grind Emperor System!]

The voice rang out again, exploding in his mind like a clap of thunder and making his head buzz.

"A system! It's a system! My cheat is here!"

Ecstasy instantly appeared on Rogge's face, and he was so excited that he nearly started dancing.

Before he could recover from the shock, another voice sounded.

[Ding! The host has been detected transmigrating into the world of Naruto. The Devil Fruit System is now activated!]

"What?"

"Two systems?"

Immediately afterward, a third voice came.

[Ding! The host has signed in at the wooden dummy every day for two and a half years. The Sign-In System is now activated!]

"No, three systems!"

Rogge was completely stunned. He could not make sense of the situation at all, and this sudden change left him at a loss.

[Systems are merging...]

"Good grief, am I really that popular? Three systems all at once—this is the rhythm of reaching the pinnacle of life!"

Rogge eagerly awaited the systems' fusion, imagining the incomparably powerful strength he was about to gain.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

[Fusion failed!]

"Uh..."

The smile on Rogge's face instantly froze.

"What the hell? System, are you still there?"

[Yes!]

Three overlapping electronic voices appeared in Rogge's mind.

"Ding! Sign-in at Leaf Village successful. Reward: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

A blue virtual system panel appeared before Rogge's eyes, clearly displaying the reward he had received.

"Ding! Wing Chun proficiency increased. Current progress: Wing Chun (Beginner) Proficiency: 0/500."

A red virtual system panel appeared before Rogge's eyes, detailing his Wing Chun training progress.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for transmigrating into the world of Naruto. You have received one beginner gift pack. Main quest issued: Give the Naruto world a little shock with the power of Devil Fruits! Current quest progress: zero."

"Ding! Open the beginner gift pack?"

"Open it."

Rogge made his choice without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. You have obtained the power of the Chop-Chop Fruit."

"Congratulations, host. You have obtained the Refresh function! At midnight each day, your Devil Fruit ability will be passively refreshed once. You may also actively refresh it once per day."

"Ding! Any Devil Fruit ability obtained through refreshing may be chosen for permanent possession, limited to once per year."

A third green virtual system panel appeared before Rogge. The information on it made his heart race.

"Am... am I dreaming?"

Rogge could not believe his eyes. He stretched out his left hand, and it instantly transformed into a sharp blade that gleamed with a cold light beneath the sun.

Filled with excitement, he swung his left hand with force, cutting a thick tree beside him cleanly in half!

Boom!

The tree, more than six meters tall, crashed to the ground and sent dust flying.

Rogge stood where he was, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the future.