A Multiverse Tale: Hope in Another World!

This time, Takuma Kirie felt a qualitative leap in his body. 

Every cell screamed it—he could now regenerate severed limbs. With this life force, unless his head was smashed to bits or his heart diced into eight pieces after dozens of stabs, regular injuries wouldn't faze him. 

More crucially, he now wielded the mature life energy of Senju Hashirama. As long as his mental stamina kept pace, he could refine chakra rivaling—or surpassing—a tailed beast's. 

The Multiverse Roulette's cooldown was one month.

In that time, Takuma Kirie conservatively figured he'd hit at least ten kage-level chakra reserves.

He still had 3 points left.

But he held off. A faint hunch warned him—too much life force without mental balance might wrest control of his body, maybe even twist him into some Lovecraftian horror.

"These ninjutsu and forbidden techniques can wait a month for self-study. Strengthening myself comes first." 

He funneled points into Two-Tomoe Sharingan (+). The blood-red eyes spun, three tomoe emerging. 

Three-Tomoe Sharingan (+) 

Mental energy swelled, easing the discord between mind and body. 

What stunned him most? Only one plus sign after Three-Tomoe Sharingan. 

"Roulette, what's the deal?" 

[Points upgrade to Mangekyo lacks inherent pupil techniques. Additional techniques can be added via points.] 

"What if I awaken it naturally?" 

[The Sharingan reflects the heart. Pupil techniques manifest based on the host's soul.]

[Note: Mangekyo requires immense negative emotion—e.g., witnessing a loved one's death—to unlock via special chakra.] 

Takuma Kirie mulled it over. 

First: He was an orphan.

Second: He hadn't won over those cute girls yet. 

And: He hated tragic twists—no way he'd let that happen. 

"Roulette, add a point!" 

Three-Tomoe Sharingan → Mangekyo Sharingan (++) 

A cool stream rushed into his brain, chilling his skull like it pierced his soul. Then a gentle, spring-rain sensation bathed his eyes. 

The three black tomoe spun faster, merging into a six-pointed star against the crimson backdrop. 

The last rift between body and mind vanished. Takuma Kirie stumbled to the bathroom, staring at the star-shaped Mangekyo in the mirror, awestruck. 

No wonder everyone loved cheats!

This was the perk of having a hack—three points shaved a decade off his Sage Body growth, maxing it out. Two points jumped his two-tomoe Sharingan to Mangekyo, skipping the agony. 

In Naruto, every Uchiha with Mangekyo lost a parent, sibling, or crush. Brutal. 

He opened the Mangekyo (++) menu. A list of pupil techniques popped up: 

- Tsukuyomi 

- Amaterasu 

- Kamui (Left) 

- Kamui (Right) 

- Izanagi 

- Kotoamatsukami 

- … 

- Susanoo 

Damn it, why was he so broke?! 

Tearing up, he burned 1 point to unlock Susanoo. 

No deep reason—he just wanted to pilot a giant mech and slice a meteor in half. 

Next time in Konoha, he'd repay Lord Danzo's "kindness" with a few Susanoo slashes. 

Keeping 1 point for True Soul Reincarnation, Takuma Kirie tapped his final reward. 

Multiverse Lottery x1 

"Old Man Huang, God of Luck, bless me with something dope!" 

The wheel spun in his vision. Moments later, an unexpected prize appeared: 

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Master-Servant Contract (Naruse Maria Version) 

[Links both souls via magical contract. The master dominates the servant's soul.] 

At first glance, a standard magic-world master-servant deal. 

But as Takuma Kirie probed it, his face twisted. 

This magic tracked positions and enforced loyalty—a key Master-Servant Contract perk. Betrayal or guilt triggered a curse, shaped by the caster's traits. 

He'd skimmed the bracketed version at first, figuring any master-servant bond that controlled underlings was fine. 

Then it hit him—this was from Shinmai Maou no Testament! 

A series spicier than most ecchi, with this contract tied to Naruse Maria, the perpetually horny succubus. 

For a normal caster, the curse might mean endless pain or soul-scorching torment. 

But this was Maria's version. 

If a servant defied Takuma Kirie… unless he stepped in to "relieve" them, their mind would fry under that sensation. 

"Settled. This contract's for girls only. I'd rather die than sign a guy up for this."