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Naruto: The Rise Of Uchiha

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The Otsutsuki ancestor once again used the eye technique to tear the space against Uchiha Fugaku, using Uchiha Fugaku's body as the object to be torn. "Whether we can turn defeat into victory depends on this pupil technique, but I don't know how powerful it will be?" Uchiha Fugaku activated his newly acquired eye technique. Swish! The cursed chakra in his body was rapidly decreasing. This new eye technique consumed a surprisingly large amount of cursed chakra. Even his strongest technique, the Platinum Star, which he performed with the Savior Sword, was far inferior. He couldn't help but worry that his cursed chakra would be drained and he wouldn't even be able to revive with the help of death resurrection. Buzz! A huge amount of cursed chakra was consumed, and an astonishing scene appeared. Above his head, the space was torn apart, and a bright silver galaxy appeared. From the dazzling galaxy, a phantom seemed to walk out from the long river of time and space. He looked young, and exuded a terrifying aura that seemed as if he could destroy the galaxy with a thought. His appearance was exactly that of Uchiha Fugaku, the only difference was that he had a strange Rinnegan with a hexagram pattern between his eyebrows. Snap! The space tear of the Otsutsuki ancestor had already attacked Uchiha Fugaku, but the phantom only glanced at the space crack, and the space crack quickly shrank and disappeared as if time was flowing backwards. "What kind of pupil technique is this?" When he saw this phantom, the Otsutsuki ancestor suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. His voice was frantically warning him that the shadow was very dangerous, and it even made him want to turn around and run away. Uchiha Fugaku did not answer, because at this moment his cursed chakra was being rapidly drained and he had no energy left to answer him. The shadow did not answer him, but just looked at him. Phew! As the shadow looked towards the Otsutsuki ancestor, holes that were transparent from front to back suddenly appeared on the Otsutsuki ancestor's body, including the head, heart and other vital parts of the body. "What a terrifying... pupil technique, but you can't... kill me. When your strength is exhausted, you will die——" The whole body is full of holes, the Otsutsuki ancestor spoke. This Fanfic's Schedule for the week, updates on: Monday to Saturday. ---------------------------------------------- With gratitude and enthusiasm, Qingtian! And your Smith welcomes you to the John Smith Fanfics! An exploration across different universes, be prepared for adventure! With over 5000 words published! Current Exploration: Naruto:The Rise of Uchiha (6ch/Week). Naruto: Destroy the Sarutobi Clan At the Beginning (6ch/Week). Explore the Unexplored! Become an exclusive supporter on Patreon and unlock advanced chapters -> John Smith | Patreon https://www.patreon.comJohn_smith_ Add/Before John_smith_
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
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