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Konoha Harem Chat Group: I Can Fabricate the Future

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Traveling into the Naruto world, Itsuki activates the mysterious Fabrication System. Every woman who enters the Harem Chat Group will eventually become part of his future harem. Each day, Itsuki can create a “future video” related to the Harem chat group members, and whatever he makes up in the video will become reality. Itsuki: So, if I want a certain ability, I just make it up? If I want a certain woman, I just make it up? — [Konoha Women: What? We’re going to marry Itsuki together? What’s so special about him? … He’s the hybrid of Senju, Uzumaki, and Uchiha, possessing all three bloodlines at once. He’s also the Sixth Hokage! Fine. We’re willing to marry him!] [Yugao Uzuki: Hayate is always sickly. I prefer someone strong and healthy like Itsuki!] [Kurenai Yuhi: Itsuki is too manly—no beard could ever compare.] [Anko Mitarashi: Marry Itsuki and you’ll never run out of dango. That’s perfect!] Tsunade, Mei Terumi, Kurotsuchi, Samui… one by one, they entered the Harem chat group, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Is this really the way to capture all the beauties of the ninja world? Are his kidneys made of alloy? Kushina, Mikoto, Rin Nohara, Uzumaki Mito… Unexpectedly, not even the dead are spared!
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