Naruto: Ascending to Divinity through the Demonic Pot

Reborn in the world of Naruto, I became the overlooked loser of the Uchiha clan, while also binding with a damaged innate spiritual treasure, the [Demonic Pot].

Looking at his sickly yet handsome reflection in the mirror, Uchiha Gen wore a gentle and harmless smile.

Classmates mocking? Endured. Teachers ignoring? Even better. Uchiha geniuses? Please, go right ahead.

By day, he was the Ninja Academy's famous 'Melancholic Young Master,' physically weak with poor theoretical scores, entirely dependent on female classmates for handouts.

By night, he was the walking reaper of the dark night, refining corpses and transforming souls, paving his invincible path with the bones of his enemies.

Uchiha Fugaku: "Gen is a good kid, it's just that his constitution is too poor, what a pity."

Sarutobi Hiruzen: "A few more people went missing? It must be Danzo's doing!"

Uchiha Itachi: "Gen... It feels like I've never truly seen through him."

When the Night of the Clan Massacre arrived, Obito and Itachi watched in terror as they discovered that the only ones left in the Uchiha compound were themselves and the bloodless 'corpses' scattered all over the ground.

Years later, the Akatsuki ran amok, the Five Kage were helpless, the Otsutsuki descended, and all ninjas bowed their heads.

Amidst all the gazes of despair, that forgotten Uchiha loser stepped out from the crowd step by step, cradling a tiny gourd in his palm.

"My name is Uchiha Gen."

"My ninja way is—compromise is inferior to struggle, you winning is inferior to me winning.

"Now, I kindly ask all of you to become items within my pot, and help me... refine this very heavens and earth."