"So what? Five years is more than enough!"
Uchiha Kirin no longer paid attention to the passing of the simulator. Everything he carried was already complete.
He soared into the sky, gazing down upon the shinobi world below.
In just an instant, he absorbed the entirety of history and essence that had been passed down since ancient times.
"Yachihoko, huh? Not bad... but it only absorbs chakra. I have no use for it anymore!"
He gathered together the wisdom and accumulation of countless generations, extracting the methods once used by ancient deities to defeat an incarnation of the Ōtsutsuki God.
Then, he merged those methods into himself.
Activating the Tenseigan, he exiled both his true body and the Six Paths Limbo clones across different spaces and times to cultivate.
Even the limitation of time itself was no longer a problem for him!
Now, he could even perceive the simulator that resided within his body.
With that, Uchiha Kirin drew out the simulator and sealed it within the time-space of the present world.
As for himself, he traced back along the river of time, heading into the past to witness the fall of the Ōtsutsuki God's incarnation in the shinobi world.
Along the way, he would also eradicate the Ōtsutsuki clan completely...
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Five years later.
A decayed corpse tore through the simulator's seal, descending forcefully into the shinobi world. It called upon the power hidden within the Ōtsutsuki clan, but received no response.
In fact, chakra itself no longer existed in this world.
Instead, it had been replaced by a different energy, one more closely aligned with the power of nature.
A figure appeared behind the withered remains of the Ōtsutsuki God. With a single plain, unremarkable strike—
The god who had forged the glory and legend of the Ōtsutsuki clan was brought to his final end.
All that he left behind disappeared along with his rotting body.
Uchiha Kirin picked up the simulator, drew the Sword of Totsuka, and lightly sliced forward. A strange white light seeped through the crack he created.
"Beyond this world... here I come."
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...Many years later.
In the endless expanse of worlds, upon a green planet called Namek, Uchiha Kirin stood gazing at a bizarre corpse—defeated by mere small-fry soldiers. He couldn't help but sigh.
Such was the gap between worlds. The mighty Ōtsutsuki God, who once believed himself invincible, had entered another world recklessly—only to end up dying so miserably and helplessly.
Even the backup resurrection methods he had left in the shinobi world had been destroyed twice by Kirin's own hands.
It seemed that although he himself had transcended, the level of transcendence differed drastically from world to world. From now on, he would need to tread carefully.
But before that, he had another task—he had to send the system to prison.
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"...According to the System Administration Bureau regulations: Simulator No. 9527 is guilty of negligence, of forcibly coercing another to transmigrate—constituting human trafficking.
It selected the plane of a transcendent as the target world, severely disrupting the order of reality.
It also voluntarily disclosed internal system secrets during simulations, violating Confidentiality Treaty Clause 10068...
With multiple crimes combined, Simulator No. 9527 is sentenced to one hundred centuries of compulsory reformation. After the sentence is served, it will be dismantled and recycled. Do you have any objections?"
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"Victim Uchiha Kirin, do you forgive the offender?"
"No forgiveness. Just execute it and leave me a souvenir..."
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Earth.
A quiet afternoon. In a cramped rental room, a malnourished young man suddenly woke with a start.
It felt like he had just dreamed a long, long dream. In it, he possessed omnipotent strength... and even a system.
"What a joke. How could there be such things as superpowers or systems in this world?"
Kirin scratched his head helplessly, staring at the message on his phone demanding overdue payment for water, electricity, and rent. He reluctantly pulled on a yellow delivery rider's uniform.
Heading downstairs, he mounted his electric scooter and rode toward a small takeout workshop at the edge of the city.
"Still not listening to advice, huh..."
Looking at the customer who insisted on spending fifty yuan for a pre-made meal, he tapped open his phone's chat interface.
"9527, huh? Who would've thought you'd actually be a protagonist template. Well then... enjoy your last meal before the spiritual energy revival begins..."