The Days of Being the Richest Man in the Ninja World

Chapter 152. Beware of Online Scams!

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Not long after—

[K.O!]

Best of three.

Madara won!

But he wasn't happy inside.

Because—

He had lost a round!

His right hand, gripping the mouse, trembled slightly, and even his eyes spun wildly, glowing a menacing crimson light!

He actually lost?!

He, playing as Senju Hashirama, actually lost?!

Even though it was just one round—to him, it was a disgrace!

And the final match was a narrow victory.

An even greater disgrace!

"Madara-sama…"

The White Zetsus spectating behind him shivered as they saw the dark aura radiating from Madara.

Madara-sama was furious.

Really, really furious.

One of them carefully spoke up, "Madara-sama… don't be mad! Madara-sama is the best!"

"That's right! That's right! Madara-sama won!"

"The opponent was just trash! They got lucky, that's all!"

"Madara-sama… take care of your health!"

"Who could possibly compare to Madara-sama?"

The White Zetsus frantically cheered, trying to lift his mood.

At that moment—

"Ding ding."

A message notification.

[Hmph! I just sneezed! Otherwise, I would've won long ago! As expected, I am the one who understands the God of the Ninja World best—your win was just pure luck.]

"…"

Madara's eyelid twitched.

Seeing such arrogant words, he was about to teach this ignorant fool a lesson when—

[Tomorrow morning at 8 AM, the VIP10 Grand Pack drops! Only 10 available in the whole server! And each is just 6480! Not only are tons of resources included, but it also gives a VIP10 status for free! Once I buy it and my chakra reaches one million, I'll come settle this score with you!]

Another message popped up!

Madara quickly typed his reply, and just as he was about to send it—

[If you want to fight, then fight. Show your keyboard skills, don't just run your mouth!]

The opponent's profile icon dimmed.

Offline!

Madara's eyelid twitched again. Taking a deep breath, he pressed a hand against his chest. Staring at the overconfident message, the corners of his lips curled coldly. "Interesting!" His face twisted into a sinister grin. "I'll see how you can defeat me tomorrow!"

And then—

"White Zetsu!"

"Yes, Madara-sama!"

"Charge 100 packs of 648 for me!"

"Yes!"

The White Zetsus responded in unison.

As long as Madara-sama didn't unleash his wrath, anything else was… just 648!

A small price to pay!

…

Meanwhile…

Yuto narrowed his eyes, casually shutting down his temporary game hack before stretching lazily.

No choice.

Uchiha Madara truly lived up to being Senju Hashirama's closest friend. When he controlled him, it felt just like fighting the real Hashirama.

One can't win without hacks!

Then—

He accessed the system and personally prepared ten VIP10 Grand Packs for launch tomorrow.

…

The next day.

A bright, sunny morning.

The VIP10 Grand Pack went live on Ninja World Online right on time!

Many players had been waiting for it, waking up early to try and grab one.

The pack's benefits were insane!

Unfortunately—

In the blink of an eye…

All ten packs were gone.

The whole server was stunned!

Who?!

Who the hell managed to snatch them up so fast?!

After all, 6480 per pack was no small amount of money!

…

Meanwhile, in the Duel Arena…

[K.O!]

Another best-of-three.

Madara let out a cold chuckle, looking at the defeated Senju Hashirama lying on the ground. So what if [The Richest Man of Konoha] got lucky and snagged a VIP10 pack?

He still won!

No one understood Senju Hashirama better than him!

With disdain, Madara slammed his keyboard—

[What? I am the one who understands Senju Hashirama best!]

But then—

Moments later.

[Tsk! You only won because you got lucky and grabbed nine of the packs. If they were all taken, let's see how you'd win! As expected, I am the one who understands the God of the Ninja World best—you just got lucky.]

"…"

Madara's eyelid twitched as he read the arrogant message.

Why did this feel so familiar?

Sure enough, right below—

[Forget it! Tomorrow at 8 AM, the VIP20 Grand Pack will be released! Only 10 available in the entire server, each for just 64,800! Not only are tons of resources included, but it also gives a VIP20 status for free! Once I buy one and my chakra reaches 5 million, I'll come settle this score with you!]

And then—

Offline again.

But this time, Madara wasn't angry. He merely scoffed at the message with disdain.

No matter what—

Uchiha Madara does not lose!

After all—

He is… Uchiha Madara!

With a grand wave of his hand, he commanded, "Charge more for me!"

The White Zetsus exchanged nervous glances.

Madara-sama… isn't this a bit much?

That money was meant for future use…

It could buy so much milk tea!

But seeing Madara-sama's cold, unwavering expression, how could the White Zetsus—being mere tools—dare to refuse?

So—

They said nothing and just charged!

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Day 3.

With two days of consecutive grand packs, the entire Ninja World OL community was shaken. Players could no longer focus on building their ninja villages or collecting cards.

If this continued… the power gap would only widen.

So—

Many people got up early to camp the shop.

But—

64,800 was no small amount!

How many pulls can I make?

However—

Still, no one got one.

"Shit! Who snatched them up so fast?!"

"Cheating?"

"Maybe a taijutsu ninja? The kind who specializes in hand speed!"

"Uchiha Obito?!"

Many people outside suddenly became curious.

Meanwhile, in Arena…

[K.O!]

Best of three.

But this time… Uchiha Yuto won!

Madara's face turned pale in an instant, gasping for breath as he clutched his chest. The White Zetsus panicked—almost ready to sacrifice one of their own to keep him alive.

Shortly after—

[Tsk! I told you, you just got lucky. So what? Even if I grabbed nine packs, I still crushed you! It turns out, as expected, I am the one who understands the God of the Ninja World best—you're just a lucky nobody.]

"…"

Madara's eyelid twitched. His face darkened as he glared at the arrogant message.

Finally—

He took a deep breath and kept reading.

[Forget it! Since you let me win once, I'll let you win once! Tomorrow at 8 AM, the VIP Supreme Kage Grand Pack will be released! I heard this is the final event—only three available, priced at 1,880,000! It includes even more resources, VIP Supreme Kage status, a golden name, a golden skin, and server domination! But I bet a poor guy like you can't afford it. Once I buy one and my chakra reaches 10 million, let's see what you do then!]

"Interesting!" Madara laughed coldly, a red gleam flashing in his eyes. He seemed calm—but the dark mist swirling behind him betrayed his inner fury.

With a wave of his hand—

"Charge it!"

The White Zetsus shivered, feeling that something was seriously off.

But—

They didn't dare hesitate.

The current Madara was terrifying!

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Day 4.

Morning.

Many people got up again.

Even though the VIP Supreme Kage Pack was absurdly expensive—they weren't going to spend recklessly. But… they could at least watch the chaos!

Too thrilling!

Now, many people could tell who bought it by looking at the rankings.

The one who looked domineering as soon as he appeared—[The One Who's Wrong is This World]—and the one who looked quite rich—[The Richest Man in Konoha].

A true clash of titans!

And at that moment—

"Gone! Gone! All three packs sold instantly! That's over 5 million!"

"Holy crap! Is this what it means to be rich?!"

"Who got them?!"

"All three were taken by [The One Who's Wrong is This World]!"

"Insane!"

Meanwhile—

Madara let out a triumphant laugh, gazing smugly at the three packs he had secured.

But—he didn't use them.

Since that guy failed to grab one, why should he use them?

As expected—

He was the strongest!

Just as he was about to invite that arrogant fool to the Duel Arena—

Suddenly—

A worldwide system announcement was broadcast in the game.

[System Alert: After investigation, [The Richest Man in Konoha] has been found guilty of an online scam. Due to the massive scam amount, their account has been permanently banned.]

[All players, beware of scams! If you notice suspicious activity, report it immediately!]

"…"

Madara was confused and froze.

A moment later—

His face turned green. His right hand clutched his chest, and his left hand trembled as he pointed at the screen, "Y-you-you…!"

His words stuck in his throat.

Behind him—

The White Zetsus panicked.

"Madara-sama!"

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