Infinite Naruto: Grind Your Way to Talent Points
Chapter 1

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"Fuck..."

In his dim bedroom, Lin Chuan slammed his palm onto the wooden desk. A black swan event had left him unemployed and stuck at home under lockdown, watching Naruto. He clicked the X to close episode 584-the episode where Neji died.

Although he had already seen the ending in short videos, he still couldn't resist watching the anime. As a Naruto fan, he still couldn't get over Neji's death.

A Hokage's son became Hokage, a strategist's son became a strategist, and a sacrificial pawn's son remained a sacrificial pawn. Was fate really impossible to defy? Did he have to die? What a fucked-up world.

Click-

"Pretty fitting. I couldn't change my fate of getting fired either." Lin Chuan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, letting out a soft sigh in front of his computer. He felt that having too much empathy in this world was its own kind of torment. He could barely afford to feed himself, yet he still felt for other people.

He was just about to shut down the computer when a dialog box popped up on the screen.

"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to go to the world of Naruto... and eat beef?"

Yes / No

"Huh? It's 2020, right? Not 2007." Lin Chuan placed his hand on the mouse and chuckled. "Infinite Terror went out of fashion ages ago, and you're still pulling this..."

Faced with a choice like this, of course he clicked... Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes.

"Come on, Lord God. Work is work, no matter who your boss is. At least you clearly state your prices, don't cheat anyone, and reward people for their efforts..."

Unlike a boss who made you work overtime until dawn and called it a blessing. You ended up a nuclear-powered beast of burden while his houses grew bigger, his cars grew fancier, and his mistresses grew younger. Then, out of such thoughtful concern that you might drop dead from overwork, he fired you, dressing it up as "cutting costs and improving efficiency..."

Just as he nearly clicked the Yes button to pieces, he abruptly lost consciousness.

Cold. Shaking...

The instant he woke up, he seemed to hear a mission prompt telling him to choose option one, option two, or option six. Then he felt his body being yanked, and an icy, gleaming white blade stabbed toward him.

"Holy shit, no wonder it's so cold! With a blade that damn long, how could it not be?"

"What kind of grudge do you have against me? Did you really have to one-shot me? Give me a chance to talk! I want to be a good person..."

Lin Chuan had only just transmigrated. Before he could make sense of his surroundings, all he saw was a gleaming white sword plunging into his body. His memories ended on the samurai's vicious grin. The bastards in the Shinobi World had clearly bottled up far too much frustration!

[Transmigrator deceased. Reverting upon death. Lives -1] [Destination world: Naruto] [Time of transmigration unspecified. Randomizing.] [Location of transmigration unspecified. Randomizing.] [Identity unspecified. Bloodline unspecified. No talent points allocated... Randomizing.] [Commencing transmigration...]

"Kill them! Kill them-"

"Fuck, where have you dumped me this time?" Lin Chuan slowly woke inside a drafty house and immediately heard shouts of battle outside. He hurriedly felt himself all over, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming there was no blood and no stab wound. Last time, he had been skewered.

Curious about the commotion outside, he quietly opened the door a crack. Ninjas in green vests were fighting ninjas in brown vests over red clothing. Right outside his wooden house was a battlefield.

"Hah... hah..." Lin Chuan hastily shut the door and panted. Luckily, no one had spotted him. He hurriedly checked his body, looking for some way to save himself, but discovered he was only a little kid-not even a ninja. He immediately burst into curses.

"Fuck, did I come here to refuse to eat beef? How's a little kid supposed to refuse beef? And you dropped me right onto a battlefield? How the hell am I supposed to refuse beef?"

[Please select a beginner mission.] [Mission one: Become a Six Paths level powerhouse.] [Mission two: Refuse to eat beef one hundred times.] [Mission six: Eat beef twice.] [Complete the mission to return.] [Failure to complete the mission: Death.] [Mission countdown: Ten, nine, eight...]

"Fuck your mother! What do you mean, pick a beginner mission? This is a Shinobi World War!" A string of mission prompts suddenly appeared in Lin Chuan's mind, accompanied by notification sounds. It was actually telling him to choose a mission?

"Fuck, is there even a choice here?" Lin Chuan started cursing the instant he saw the missions. In a fit of rage, he accomplished nothing beyond getting angry.

He was on a battlefield right now. Staying alive came first; everything else could wait. But something about the way this was unfolding seemed wrong.

Where was his Lord God? Where were his teammates? Why was he all alone? Had he ended up in some counterfeit Lord God space? Did the Lord God have an anti-fraud app installed?

"Six! I choose six! You sneaky bastard, did you eat missions three, four, and five? Shitty game designer!" With the countdown about to end, Lin Chuan could only pick the easiest mission first. Although he didn't know what mission six meant, he could clearly distinguish the difficulty of doing something twice versus a hundred times.

After selecting mission six, he hurriedly asked aloud, "Lord God, is there a beginner gift pack? Hurry up and give it to me! The Shinobi World is too dangerous! How am I supposed to eat beef without cheats..."

[Destination world: Naruto] [Time of transmigration: Second Shinobi World War] [Location of transmigration: Land of Rain] [Possessed character: Nakamura Lin Chuan] [Sex: Male] [Age: 6] [Place of origin: Land of Rain. Nobody. Orphan.] [Lives: 1 point] [Bloodline: Nobody] [Talent: Nobody] [Strength: Nobody] [Chakra nature: None] [Ninjutsu] [Taijutsu] [Genjutsu] [Other functions]

"Fuck, do I need you to tell me there's a Shinobi World War? Do you think I'm blind? You threw me straight into a Shinobi World War? Have you never eaten beef, you shitty game designer?"

"And what does one life point mean? That I'm down to my last life? Did getting stabbed by that samurai cost me a life? Did this transmigration cost another one? Wouldn't dying again mean I'm finished?"

"Why do my bloodline, talent, and strength all say 'nobody'? Why are ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu all grayed out? What kind of bargain-bin game interface is this? If you don't watch Naruto, don't make a game about it! Shitty designer, garbage interface..."

Lin Chuan looked at the crude personal information that appeared in his mind. The other details were easy enough to understand. Ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu were probably grayed out because he didn't know any.

"Fuck, where's my beginner gift pack? What good is a shitty little interface?" In another fit of rage, Lin Chuan once again accomplished nothing beyond getting angry. Furious, he grabbed a stone chip from the table and hurled it away, striking an earthenware jar in the corner. A notification immediately popped up in his mind.

[Throwing proficiency +1]

"Fuck, even that counts? Fine, you win." Lin Chuan burst into curses again. The interface lit up once more, and he saw that a throwing skill had appeared at the bottom, with one point of throwing proficiency added.

Just then, he suddenly heard someone shout outside, "Explosion Corps, advance and detonate! Everyone else, withdraw..."

Boom! Boom! Boom-

"Shit, it's the Rock Ninja's Explosion Corps!" As a Naruto fan, Lin Chuan knew these explosion maniacs' methods all too well. How he could understand their language no longer mattered. He had already been blasted into the sky and even saw his lower half flipping him the bird. His own hands gave the shitty game designer the finger too.

"Three lives! Surely there's some guaranteed pity reward, you shitty designer?" On the verge of death, Lin Chuan could only pray silently. He had only just transmigrated, and he didn't want to die yet. "You shitty designer, you'd better give me a guaranteed drop! Also, I don't eat beef..."

[Transmigrator deceased. Reverting upon death. Lives -1] [Destination world: Naruto] [Time of transmigration unspecified. Randomizing.] [Location of transmigration unspecified. Randomizing.] [Identity unspecified. Bloodline unspecified. No talent points allocated... Randomizing.] [Commencing transmigration...]
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