[Adam: Million-Word Author, you know about chat groups?]
[Million-Word Author: Hmph, who do you think I am? I'm the savior of the light novel industry! Of course, I know about the chat group golden finger setup!]
Having communicated telepathically with Eriri, Yamada Elf naturally wouldn't reveal that she already knew about other chat groups. As for the "chat group cheat system" she mentioned, she had never actually heard of it before.
Still, that didn't stop her from fabricating a perfectly reasonable explanation!
[Adam: I see. That explains it then.]
[2.5 Satoru: So, the newcomer is a light novel author, huh? Judging by the nickname, a best-selling author with over a million copies sold!]
[Million-Word Author: Mm, you've got a good eye. I'll allow you to earn my favor~]
[2.5 Satoru: Oh my, what an honor~]
Sitting inside his newly purchased villa, Adam's eyes lit up as he stared at the chat messages.
Originally, he thought the only female among the new members was Kashiwagi Eri. But to his surprise, this "Million-Word Author" was also a woman.
That meant another candidate for his future harem! If she was attractive, he'd definitely find a way to make her his.
When it came to charming ordinary women, Adam was quite confident in his skills.
In fact, there were already two other women in the chat group he had his eyes on—the elf priestess from Goblin Slayer, and Aoyama Nanami from The Pet Girl of Sakurasou.
Unfortunately, the elf already had a fiancé, and Nanami was always busy with part-time jobs, rarely speaking in the chat. Even if he wanted to win her favor, he hadn't found the opportunity.
For now, his focus was on figuring out the identity of this "Million-Word Author."
[Adam: Million-Word Author, looks like you're a girl, huh? Mind telling me your name? Who knows—maybe I know something about your future~]
[Million-Word Author: Hmph! I'm not interested in any so-called future intel.]
[Adam: Oh, come now. Think about it—if you knew what happens in the future, you could avoid disasters before they even occur, right?]
[Million-Word Author: Not listening! Not listening! Old turtle chanting nonsense!]
[Adam: ...]
[Mirror Flower Moon: The future, you say? Do you know mine as well?]
[Muscle God: Oh, another new member's speaking up! But this time, none of the newbies seem surprised about the chat group's existence. Back when I joined, I thought I was hallucinating!]
[Uchiha Dance King: Hmph. There's no illusion in existence that I, Madara, cannot break.]
[2.5 Satoru: Oh, the newbie's confident. I like that~]
[Adam: Of course! This is Lord Madara we're talking about—my idol!]
[Uchiha Dance King: Hoh? You know of me, boy?]
[Adam: Of course! Lord Madara, if you'd like to know your future, I can tell you—though it won't be free.]
[Adam: Same goes for Captain Aizen. If you want future intel, you'll need to offer a little compensation~]
[Mirror Flower Moon: So, you really do know who I am. Fine then—what do you want in return?]
[Adam: Oh, nothing much. Just send me your abilities through the Red Packet System—your Zanpakuto, Kido techniques, or perhaps... the Hōgyoku.]
[Mirror Flower Moon: You even know about the Hōgyoku...?]
[2.5 Satoru: Hōgyoku? What's that? Is it strong?]
[Adam: Of course! The Hōgyoku is practically a wishing machine—it alters reality according to the will of its wielder, making anything possible.]
[2.5 Satoru: I see, sounds quite impressive.]
[Adam: But don't worry. The ability you send is just a copy created by the chat group. It won't strip you of your real powers—you won't lose anything.]
[Adam: The others can vouch for me!]
[Muscle God: That's right. I can confirm it!]
[2.5 Satoru: Same here.]
Seeing both Street Hero Meizo and Gojo Satoru back him up, Adam couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Adam suddenly remembered—he hadn't yet asked Aizen which point in the Bleach timeline his world was currently at. Between an incomplete Hōgyoku and a perfected one, he obviously preferred the latter.
[Adam: I wonder, Captain Aizen—is the Hōgyoku in your possession incomplete or perfected?]
[Mirror Flower Moon: So, in the future, I successfully obtained the Hōgyoku from Kisuke Urahara, hm? Thank you for the intel.]
[Adam: Uh...]
[Adam: Captain Aizen, how about exchanging some of your abilities for more future information? Let me give you a hint—your future plan fails~]
Adam's eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared at the chat. If he could get his hands on the Hōgyoku, his power would skyrocket.
As for whether it would recognize him as its master, that wasn't a concern. With enough points, anything was possible.
However, just as he was fantasizing about his glorious future with the Hōgyoku, a single message in the chat completely shattered his mood.
[Kashiwagi Eri: Oh? You want future intel? You can ask me—I know it too! And I'll tell you for free~]
[Adam: ???]
[Adam: Wait... how would you possibly know that?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Why wouldn't I? In my world, Naruto and Bleach are both anime series.]
[Adam: ...]
Seeing the ellipsis appear in Adam's response, Eriri's lips curved into a smirk. She could already imagine how frustrated he must be feeling.
Cutting off someone's source of profit was like killing their parents—and she had just severed his chance to scam the others for abilities.
Sure enough, Adam was seething. His heart burned with irritation and resentment. He even had the fleeting urge to kick Eriri out of the group.
But doing so would immediately turn the rest of the members against him, making it impossible to gain anything from them later.
Even worse, the girls in the chat would surely think poorly of him, ruining his grand "harem plan."
For the sake of his glorious future, Adam swallowed his anger—though inwardly, he vowed to get his revenge on Eriri someday.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to type calmly.
[Adam: I see. My mistake.]
[Adam: But I also know your future. You're Eriri Spencer Sawamura, right?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: So what if I am? And if you're asking whether I want to know my future—the answer is... nope!]
[Million-Word Author: Exactly! What's so good about knowing the future anyway?]
[Adam: ...]
[2.5 Satoru: Interesting. Very interesting, hahaha!]
[Mirror Flower Moon: Indeed... looks like I don't need to pay for future intel after all.]
[Adam: Heh...]
In the Soul Society's 5th Division barracks, Aizen sat on his desk, amused by the ongoing chat conversation.
Although Adam and the others claimed that sending abilities only created a copy, not an actual transfer, Aizen wasn't foolish enough to test that theory.
Even if it were true, he had no interest in letting others possess powers identical to his.
Still... if abilities could truly be copied, an idea crossed his mind.
What if he sent his incomplete Hōgyoku to another member—then had them send that copy back to him?
Would he then possess two incomplete Hōgyokus?
If so, could he merge them into a complete one himself—bypassing the need to obtain Urahara Kisuke's version entirely?
As Aizen contemplated the possibilities, somewhere in the Pure Land, Uchiha Madara—who had been dead for several years—read Eriri's messages with growing fury.
[Uchiha Dance King: Naruto? Are you saying I am merely a fictional character from some story—a creation of imagination?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: It's possible~]
[Adam: Lord Madara, don't listen to her! You know your world is real. The fact that you're in this chat group proves your existence is genuine.]
[Uchiha Dance King: Hmph... you're right. My thanks, young one.]
Adam's words immediately soothed Uchiha Madara's rage, improving the old warrior's opinion of him considerably.
With that, Madara didn't hesitate—he promptly sent a portion of his current abilities to Adam via a red packet.
[Ding—Uchiha Dance King has sent Adam an exclusive red packet.]
[Uchiha Dance King: A small token of thanks. I hope you don't mind.]
[Adam: Thank you, Lord Madara!]
Adam's eyes lit up as he saw Madara's red packet appear. He opened it without a second thought.
[Ding—Congratulations! You have received "Chakra Refinement Technique" and "Complete Ninja Techniques Compendium."]
As new knowledge flooded his mind, Adam couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
While these were certainly valuable, what he really wanted was Madara's Rinnegan.
[Adam: Lord Madara, which timeline is the Ninja World currently in?]
[Uchiha Dance King: I'm not sure. I'm currently in the Pure Land. If not for this chat group awakening me, I'd likely still be in a state of unconsciousness.]
[Adam: Then... Lord Madara, do you know about the Fourth Great Ninja War?]
[Uchiha Dance King: I do not.]
[Adam: Hmm... if I remember correctly, you died a year before Naruto's birth. Naruto was born in Konoha Year 48...]
[Adam: That would place the current timeline somewhere between Year 47 and Year 66.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: You don't even know something that basic, yet you claim to know everyone's future? How pathetic.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Let me tell you all—it's currently Konoha Year 55!]
[Adam: And how would you know that?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Easy—I guessed. But my guesses are always right, so don't doubt it. It's definitely Konoha Year 55.]
[Adam: ...]
[Uchiha Dance King: ...]
[2.5 Satoru: My, my. Quite a confident young lady we have here.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Of course! If any of you are ever unsure about something, just come ask me—I'll always give you the right answer!]
[Million-Word Author: Oooh! Eriri-oneechan is amazing!]
[Adam: Since when did you two become so close? And, Million-Word Author, you don't even know how old Eriri is—why are you calling her oneechan?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: How dumb. Don't you know how easily girls form bonds?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: And stop calling me by name. It makes me nauseous. Only people close to me can do that.]
[Million-Word Author: That's right! I'm fourteen, and Eriri-oneechan is seventeen—of course I call her oneechan!]
[Million-Word Author: And you—if you dare call Eriri by name again, I'll beat you to death!]
[Adam: Got it! I'll be careful!]
Watching the messages from Eriri and Yamada Elf, Adam felt his anger boiling over once again.
The urge to kick both of them out of the group resurfaced—and this time, it was even stronger.
But he ultimately restrained himself. Instead, his desire to make Eriri pay only grew.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his emotions.
[Adam: Million-Word Author, how do you know all this? Our chat group doesn't even have a private message function.]
[Million-Word Author: I guessed, of course~ Oh, I forgot to tell you—just like Eriri-oneechan, my guesses are always right!]
[Adam: ...]
Adam was speechless again. He couldn't shake the feeling that Eriri and this so-called "Million-Word Author" were deliberately targeting him.
Yet, he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. As far as he was concerned, he'd been perfectly civil.
[Uchiha Dance King: Adam, pay no mind to those two brats. Now, tell me more about the future.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Excuse me? Who are you calling brats? Don't think that just because you're the great Dance King of Konoha, I'm afraid of you!]
[Kashiwagi Eri: And honestly, ignoring my free information just to pay for his fake intel? You must be senile—or maybe your brain died along with your body.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: I've decided—even if you want info from now on, I'm not telling you a thing!]
[Million-Word Author: Yeah! You brainless old fossil—serves you right! Die alone with no one to bury you!]
[Uchiha Dance King: You two insolent brats dare mock me? Do you wish for death? Because I can oblige!]
[Kashiwagi Eri: I'm standing right here. Come kill me if you can. If you don't, you're a dog!]
[Million-Word Author: That's right! If you don't, you're a dog!]
[Adam: ...]
[Muscle God: ...]
[Arima Kousei: ...]
[Working Demon King: ...]
[2.5 Satoru: How terrifying. Those two girls are definitely not to be trifled with... hahaha!]
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