Divine Might Descends: My Sharingan Grants Insight into the Martial World

In the third year after the spiritual energy tide erupted on Blue Star, ferocious beasts trampled the neon-lit streets of Jiangnan City. Lin Yan clutched his little sister’s corpse as he watched a giant wolf’s fangs pierce his mother’s chest. His despairing cry tore through his throat. Suddenly, a searing pain burned in his left eye. A single tomoe Sharingan tore open his pupil, and the cold notification of the “Uchiha Obito Roleplay System” exploded in his mind: “If you want to survive, you must become the Masked Man who fell into darkness for Rin.” The System’s rules were cruel and clear: kill ferocious beasts to unlock Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu; recreate “the dead-last’s comeback” to obtain a two-tomoe Sharingan; and even face an illusion of “Rin” in the Netherworld Secret Realm, reenacting the iconic “death” scene to unlock Kamui phasing. Deviate from Obito’s “devoted and obsessive” persona? His roleplay score would hit zero, and the System would strip away his very soul. Amid the ruins, Lin Yan gazed at the Esper Academy in the distance. Behind him stood the Akatsuki organization he had founded, with Ouyang Xue’s White Tiger codename and Chen Jun’s Azure Dragon insignia. The red light of his Sharingan illuminated his smile. “The Eye of the Moon? No. What I want is a world where no one has to suffer the pain of loss anymore.” When the shadow of alien fleets covered the sky, and the chakra of the Otsutsuki tore space apart, Lin Yan raised his left hand. Kamui’s vortex swallowed the incoming Tailed Beast Bomb. “Now it’s my turn to rewrite the ending of this world.”