Give Me a Golden Legend!

"Ye... are you okay? If you're feeling unwell, we can go see the school nurse..."

Obito's voice trembled as he scrambled backward into the corner, curling up and clutching his knees tightly.

[Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +120!]

Ye completely ignored the commotion outside.

Because inside the System Space, the final pillar of light had finally changed.

Instead of shattering outright, it suddenly erupted with a brilliant golden radiance bright enough to blind anyone!

The golden light swept through the entire System Space like a wave, making it nearly impossible for Ye to keep his eyes open.

This kind of spectacle!

Ye's heart pounded like a drum, and even his soul trembled.

An unparalleled treasure!

The ultimate weapon had arrived!

The golden light swirled through the air and gradually drew inward, eventually transforming into a talisman with a faint golden glow, quietly floating in midair.

The system's emotionless mechanical voice boomed solemnly in Ye's mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have triggered the ten-pull guarantee.]

[Obtained premium item: Premium · Never-Exploding Explosive Tag ×1!]

As the voice faded, the System Space fell dead silent.

Ye froze as if someone had cast a paralysis technique on him.

He stared fixedly at the gold-edged talisman, his brain completely crashing for a full five seconds.

A breeze blew through the corridor.

Ye suddenly sucked in a cold breath.

He roared hysterically in his mind.

"System! Get the hell out here and explain this to me! What the fuck does 'Premium Never-Exploding' mean?!"

"What's the difference between this thing and that lousy scrap of paper from my first pull?!"

The system fell silent for two seconds.

A line of rigorously worded text appeared on the screen:

[Replying to Host. The standard version is battle-damaged secondhand merchandise. The premium version is factory-new, with gold-powder trim on its surface and tremendous collectible value.]

Ye felt as though someone had stabbed him straight through the heart.

Tremendous collectible value?

Who the fuck would collect an Explosive Tag that couldn't explode in the Shinobi World?!

Was he tired of dying too slowly, stacking up premium ghost money for himself?!

Just as Ye's legs went weak and he was about to slide down the corridor wall.

An extremely conspicuous notification suddenly popped up in his mind:

[Ding!]

[Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Ye: +999!!!]

He had broken his own guard for 999 points.

Ye looked up at the corridor ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.

A tear of hopeless bad luck, brimming with gut-wrenching anguish, silently slid from the corner of his eye.

"Ye... y-you're crying?"

Obito stared at him blankly from the side.

Ye did not answer.

He was tired. Let the world burn.

A breeze passed through the corridor.

Ye leaned against the cold wall, gazing at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.

His eyes were closed, and the tear of hopeless bad luck at the corner of his eye had already dried in the wind.

He took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed the urge to strangle the system.

Would getting angry help?

No.

As an office worker who had been thoroughly beaten down by society in his previous life, he knew all too well that even after the boss turned away, he still had to obediently reply, "Understood."

The system was his boss now.

Although getting a "collectible blastproof Explosive Tag" from the ten-pull guarantee was truly infuriating.

This Armor-Breaking System was his only bargaining chip for surviving the night of the clan massacre in the future.

As long as he could keep fleecing people and farming points, then someday, when he pulled a Rinnegan or a Sage Body,

He would make Uchiha Itachi pay back today's humiliation with interest.

At that thought, Ye's breathing gradually steadied.

He opened his eyes again, his gaze carrying the determination of someone who had seen through worldly matters but still refused to give up.

By the wall some distance away, Obito squatted two meters from him, still holding a chunk of peeled plaster in his hand.

He watched Ye's face twist, then saw tears gather at the corners of his eyes.

Now Ye suddenly clenched his fists with a resolute look in his eyes, and Obito felt completely unnerved.

Obito swallowed, shrank his neck, and cautiously asked.

"Ye... is there something wrong with your head? I mean, that blackboard eraser didn't hit you in the forehead."

"How about I ask the teacher for leave? We can go to the infirmary and get your head checked out. I'll cover the medical bill, okay?"

As Obito spoke in a trembling voice, a faint notification drifted through Ye's mind.

[Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +12!]

Looking at the few points that had trickled in, Ye ignored Obito's "concern." Instead, a bright flash of insight suddenly struck him.

Wait.

He began rapidly reviewing everything he had done since awakening the system today.

Whether it was pinning Rin Nohara against the wall right in front of her, or mocking Kakashi Hatake for having hemorrhoids.

Or dragging Obito over as a human shield against the blackboard eraser.

Every action that had earned large amounts of Guard-Break Points had involved directly provoking someone to their face.

That raised an extremely crucial question: did the system require "verified identity guard-breaking"?

In other words, did the victim have to clearly know, "Uchiha Ye did this to me," before their emotional fluctuation could earn him points?

If he dug a pit in the road and someone fell into it, cursing as they climbed back out without knowing who had dug it.

Would the system still award Guard-Break Points in that "anonymous" state?

This was too important.

Ye quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

If he could secretly put sacks over people's heads or ambush them, and victims still gave him Guard-Break Points without knowing he was responsible.

Then he could completely hide behind the scenes in the future, acting like a harmless model student during the day and turning into a gleeful schemer at night, farming points like crazy.

But if that did not work, and he could only earn points through face-to-face mockery and direct provocation.

Then at his current rate of courting death, he would not even have to wait a few years for that dutiful son to come at him with a blade.

He figured the entire village's shinobi would hack him to death within days.

He needed to find some unlucky bastard for a blind test.

Just as Ye was thinking through potential candidates, there was a loud clatter.

A chaotic crash of desks and chairs came from inside the classroom.

The door was suddenly pulled open.

Gang Ziyun, whose face was still as dark as the bottom of a pot, strode out in large steps.

Holding a thick grade book, he loudly announced to the corridor.

"Everyone, stop making noise immediately! Go assemble at the Training Ground now!"

"Today is the first day of school. For the first lesson, we'll be conducting a basic Ninja Tools throwing test!"

"Get your own Ninja Tools ready. This will affect your initial evaluation for the term!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cries of misery erupted from the classroom.

For children who had just enrolled, throwing Ninja Tools was an extremely difficult skill.

Not everyone was a genius like Kakashi, capable of hitting the bullseye with their eyes closed.

The moment Ye heard the words "Ninja Tools throwing test," his formerly dead-fish eyes burst with blinding light.

A perfect opportunity.

It was like being handed a pillow the moment he got sleepy.

His gaze locked directly onto Obito, who was still squatting beside him.

That look was like a hungry wolf that had gone three days without food suddenly discovering a plump, lost lamb in the snow.

Obito had been about to stand up when Ye's utterly bizarre gaze locked onto him, and cold sweat instantly broke out across his back.

Obito instinctively clutched the Ninja Tools pouch at his waist, shuffling half an inch backward along the wall.

He swallowed. "D-don't look at me like that. You're freaking me out..."

Ye swiftly put away that slightly perverted expression and replaced it with an extremely sincere, even perfectly justified look.

He walked up to Obito in a few steps and held out his hand, palm up.

"Obito, I was in a rush when I left today and forgot to bring my Kunai."

"How many do you have? Lend me a few so I can get through the test."

The moment Obito heard that, his eyes widened like bells, and he loudly complained in disbelief.

"Are you sick?!"

"Yesterday, during freshman registration, the teacher reminded us over and over that we had to bring all our Ninja Tools on the first day of school!"

"Would you forget to bring a weapon onto a battlefield too?!"

Obito grew more worked up the longer he spoke.

"You can even forget the tools you use to eat. How did you not forget your brain at home?!"

[Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +88!]

Although his mouth fired insults like a machine gun.

As the Uchiha Clan's famously pure-hearted simp and a good brother, Obito grumbled while honestly unfastening the Ninja Tools pouch from his waist.