"Quick, quick, quick—what's happening?! Is this… a System?"
Jaxon plopped down on the stairs, not caring in the slightest whether they were dusty, cold, or uncomfortable.
The moment that strange voice echoed in his mind, a chill shot through his chest. His heart clenched as a wave of tension swept over him.
Originally, his plan was simple: enjoy life as a rich young master. He'd spend his days basking in luxury, away from danger or responsibility.
But now, a surprise far greater than anything he could've imagined had just arrived.
His pulse quickened with excitement.
After all, who came to a world like this and didn't want to become the protagonist?
---
[System Navigation Panel]
> "Original plot: Slightly altered."
"World Replication Progress: 0.003%."
"Current World: Naruto."
"Current Time: Konoha Year 28."
"Status: The System must bind with the Host to replicate the world.
Upon reaching 100% replication, the next world sequence will unlock."
> "Note: The original System failed to bind with the intended Host.
Due to premature exposure of system rules, it has been erased by this world's regulatory laws."
> "System laws are now embedded within the Host's body.
The Host has inherited all functions and rules of the System."
> "Replication Rule: Main plot cannot be disrupted before 50% replication progress.
Forced intervention will result in instant erasure by this world's governing rules."
> "Power Rule: The System, having traversed five different worlds, retains those world powers.
Upon reaching 5% replication in the current world, the Host may access any single power system
from the previously visited worlds."
> "For further clarification, all details have been uploaded to the System Panel."
---
The words weren't just a voice in his mind. They appeared in glowing text across his mental vision, as if floating in the air.
He could choose to read them quietly or allow the system's mechanical, emotionless voice to read them aloud.
Right after that, a massive influx of information began flooding his brain.
It didn't feel like reading or listening.
No—this was like living through those experiences personally.
Jaxon sat frozen on the stairs for a long time, eyes wide and vacant, barely blinking. He wasn't as excited as he had imagined he'd be.
No, he was too excited to even react properly.
After several minutes, he finally exhaled and licked his dry lips.
Not far from him, Tsunade and Minato Namikaze were still quietly eating their ramen, their chopsticks moving in near-perfect synchronization. No words passed between them, but they seemed to exist in their own quiet rhythm.
"Good grief... what exactly is going on?" Jaxon muttered.
"Did I just become... the System itself?"
It sounded absurd when he said it out loud, yet the information burning inside his mind made it feel undeniably real.
Originally, the System that brought him to this world wasn't meant for him. It had chosen the wrong target, an error caused by some unknown glitch. And when the System tried to correct the mistake by exposing its inner mechanics too early, the rules of the Naruto world had forcibly erased it.
The System had already passed through five different anime worlds before arriving here—all high-tier universes filled with godlike beings and complex powers. And now, all of that accumulated power, knowledge, and functionality… had fallen into his hands.
He didn't inherit the interface of a user.
He became the interface itself.
The System's core abilities now existed inside him: Replication, Imprinting, and Bestowal.
Replication allowed him to copy not just ninjutsu or fighting techniques, but the rules of reality itself—the physics, laws, and power structures of each world.
Imprinting allowed him to etch that power onto himself or others.
Bestowal gave him the ability to gift those powers to others... or weaponize them.
That meant if he successfully reached 100% replication of this world, then theoretically, he could instantly gain control over everything—even the godlike power of Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.
A literal cheat code.
A walking bug.
Jaxon sat there, overwhelmed, letting the possibilities wash over him.
According to the data now embedded in his soul, the System had safeguards. When it moved from one world to another, it only carried over 20% of its own abilities, while preserving the replicated powers in a secure space—hidden from the detection of the new world.
It was a stealth tactic, meant to avoid triggering the laws of the host universe.
But now that the System had been forcefully absorbed into his body…
Jaxon was no longer a player.
He was the game.
"The activation just now…" he whispered, eyes narrowing. "It happened because I altered Ichiraku Ramen."
Although it was a minor change in the grand scheme of the Naruto plot, that ramen shop persisted through the entire timeline—it was connected to Naruto, to Jiraiya, to countless key events.
It was enough to trigger the System.
"But as long as replication stays under 50%," he reminded himself, "I can't mess with any major arcs. If I try to interfere with canon too early… I'll be erased."
Still, there was time.
Plenty of time.
The main plot hadn't even begun yet.
From now until Naruto's birth, and everything that followed—it was a long road.
---
"Lady Tsunade, your companion... is he okay?"
Minato had just finished his meal and was preparing to leave when he noticed Jaxon still sitting on the stairs, smiling like a lunatic to himself.
The sight was so strange, he felt the need to ask.
Tsunade barely spared Jaxon a glance.
"Don't mind that brat," she said flatly, continuing to eat.
In the past two weeks, she had witnessed enough of Jaxon's erratic behavior to no longer be shocked by it. She had reached the point where indifference was easier than understanding.
She ate slowly now, intentionally dragging her meals out.
After all, once they stepped out of the ramen shop, there was no telling where Jaxon would drag her next.
"Changing the plot can replicate the world," Jaxon murmured, still on the stairs. "Replicating the world lets me control power... and if I control the power of the world…"
He stood up, hands on his hips, looking up at the orange sky with a cocky grin on his face.
"Then I'm invincible."
The idea settled into his chest like a warm ember.
But he wasn't delusional.
"Changing the plot doesn't mean I'm the only one who can change it," he added under his breath. "Others might shift things too."
Which meant...
He needed to stay ahead of everyone.
In just this short span of time, Jaxon had already restructured his plans.
He would still enjoy his rich young master life—he wasn't giving that up.
But he had a new target now: 50% replication within 20 years.
That was his first milestone.
---
Back at Konoha's elite guest residence, just a few streets from the central plaza, Jaxon walked in with a lazy wave.
Several attendants lined up at the door immediately bowed as he passed.
Despite the excitement in his heart, his body was tired. A full day of walking, plotting, and internal revelation had taken its toll.
But he wasn't the only one at his limit.
---
Inside the guest room—
Tsunade flopped into a chair like a rag doll.
She kicked off her shoes—one landed under the couch, the other hit the wall and bounced behind a plant pot. Her hair was loose, and her usual elegance had evaporated entirely.
"You're a mess."
The voice came from across the room.
A beautiful woman with flowing crimson hair, delicate features, and a regal diamond-shaped seal on her forehead sat with her arms crossed.
She looked to be in her mid-twenties, but everything about her—from posture to presence—radiated authority.
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