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"Xiao Rong, keep up the good work! Once you finish this project, you'll get a handsome bonus. Keep it up—I believe in you!"
Looking at his boss's twitching smile, Rong Lin suppressed the urge to throw his keyboard at the man's face. Leaning back in his chair, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle:
"It's truly a world dominated by the rich."
"Tsk, tsk... Splurging so much money on a game—what extravagance."
In truth, the world wasn't short of anything except wealthy people!
Shaking his head, Rong Lin returned to his work, muttering discontentedly under his breath.
Rong Lin was a game designer—a decent profession in an era where the internet had spread globally. At least, Rong Lin found satisfaction in it, except during overtime sessions like now. Some wealthy client, in a fit of anger, had thrown a massive sum of money at them, demanding they create an absurdly overpowered character for him.
This kind of request would be impossible in online games, but for cash-grabbing web games, there were far fewer restrictions. If you could imagine it, someone could make it happen!
"The most extreme Kekkei Genkai? Naruto has really been butchered in various games. Poor Kaguya Ōtsutsuki."
"He wants the most OP Kekkei Genkai, combining the Sharingan and Byakugan, with no level restrictions too. What a pain."
Rong Lin couldn't understand why some rich guy would obsess over a web game like this, but money talked. Taking the client's money meant fulfilling their demands. With the boss personally emphasizing that no mistakes could be made, Rong Lin knew he had to give it his all—or risk losing not just the bonus but possibly even his salary.
"After finishing this job, I'll take some time off and go traveling. If they don't let me leave, I'll quit."
"For the ultimate bloodline… I'll use the power of time manipulation combined with unrestricted upgrades for both the Byakugan and Sharingan. Good grief, what kind of monster am I creating?"
Monster—that's how Rong Lin described the character he'd designed. In the Naruto universe, whether it was the Sharingan or the Byakugan, if either could upgrade without limits, the person wielding them would become insanely powerful. And adding a Kekkei Genkai that controlled time? It was monstrous beyond description.
Uchiha Rong Lin spent days holed up in the office, eventually indulging in a bit of wish fulfillment by naming the character after himself. Exhausted from barely sleeping, he collapsed onto his desk and drifted off.
"Rong Lin! Rong Lin, wake up! The teacher is furious!"
In his daze, Rong Lin felt someone shaking him. Annoyed, he swatted the hand away.
"Quiet! I'm trying to sleep here! Don't disturb me. Oh, remember to bring me a KFC family bucket when you're out. These past few days have killed me."
Silence...
The classroom fell eerily quiet as everyone stared wide-eyed. Some were confused—what exactly was a KFC family bucket?
"UCHIHA RONG LIN!!!"
A roar erupted through the classroom. Standing on the podium, Professor Bonchino's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. This brat was sleeping in class again—was his lesson really that boring?
"Too noisy," Rong Lin mumbled, turning over to continue sleeping. Something about his name felt oddly familiar, but he brushed it aside. Sleep came first; everything else could wait. All those late nights had drained him completely.
"..." Bonchino felt an overwhelming urge to toss him out the window. If not for the explicit instructions from the Third Hokage to tolerate this behavior, he wouldn't have bothered being so patient.
"Hahaha..."
Laughter filled the room as children giggled. Sitting nearby, Uchiha Obito sighed, covering his forehead and turning away, thinking, "This guy is hopeless."
Something felt off, and Rong Lin opened his eyes. His mind went blank. The faces around him seemed familiar—Uchiha Obito, the infamous dead-last student; Kakashi Hatake, perpetually sporting his trademark bored expression; and Rin Nohara, the girl who would later push Obito toward darkness.
And then he noticed their clothes—and upon looking down at his own tiny hands, resembling those of a five- or six-year-old, Rong Lin nearly fainted.
"A bunch of brats showing off! Who cares?!"
After spending half a day piecing things together, Rong Lin finally understood his situation. First, he had somehow crossed dimensions and reincarnated into the very character he had created—Uchiha Rong Lin. Born from a union between the Uchiha and Hyuga clans, he was rejected by both families, leaving him an outcast.
Except for Obito, who sympathized with him due to their shared misfortune, almost no one else acknowledged him.
Memories flooded into Rong Lin's mind, forcing him to accept reality despite clinging to his adult mentality. He was now a child living alone in a dilapidated wooden hut, ostracized by society.
"Ahh…"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Rong Lin's eyes, radiating directly into his brain. He nearly collapsed as his eyes began shifting colors—sometimes crimson red, other times stark white. The two hues flickered rapidly, battling for dominance within his irises.
Gripping his forehead, veins bulged along Rong Lin's temples as sweat poured down his face and neck like rain. His complexion alternated between red and white, as though the powers were fighting for control. Unable to endure the excruciating pain, Rong Lin collapsed, unconscious.
That night, hunger woke him up.
Hunger—it was the first sensation Rong Lin experienced upon regaining consciousness.
Ignoring the stench of sweat clinging to him, Rong Lin rushed to the kitchen in search of food. Thankfully, the fridge contained several loaves of bread. Grabbing one, he devoured it hungrily.
"Tap~"
Suddenly, the bread slipped from his hand and dropped to the floor. Rong Lin froze, staring at the mirror on the wall. His reflection left him utterly stunned.