Time flowed on.
When the call of the Main God sounded once again, there was no need for rituals or passageways.
Uchiha Mo and Uchiha Shūjin vanished instantly from the ninja world—
And in the next moment—
They stood firmly upon that familiar, desolate, shattered platform.
"Looks like the next round of missions is starting," Shūjin said, scanning the surroundings. "But we're not being dropped directly into the mission world this time."
Mo smirked slightly.
"Direct descent is a test for complete newcomers."
"From the second mission onward, official reincarnators like us return here first—to this transfer platform. We get some preparation time."
He raised his hand, pointing toward the dim crystal at the center.
"Focus your mind and connect with it. You'll receive basic information about the next world."
"Though… this broken space always provides incomplete data."
Shūjin immediately followed the instruction.
He focused—
And poured his consciousness into the fractured crystal.
In an instant—
Chaotic, distorted images flooded his mind like a breached dam.
Massive metallic giants clashing across barren lands—
Amid towering structures resembling forests of steel and stone.
Within those fragmented battle scenes—
An ancient, immense energy source appeared repeatedly—
Clearly the focal point of conflict.
At the same time—
Several incomprehensible terms burned into his awareness:
"Energy Matrix."
"Fallen… King."
"When the dawn shines between the blades…"
He couldn't understand them—
But he could feel it.
The urgency.
The danger.
He also glimpsed ancient ruins—
Their patterns and symbols cold, precise, mechanical—
Nothing like any relic in the ninja world.
Then—
The information abruptly cut off.
Broken.
Incomplete.
Shūjin snapped back to reality, breathing slightly heavier.
A faint sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.
"That explains it…" he muttered. "No wonder you seemed so familiar with the last world."
Then he glanced at Mo.
"I wonder if we'll get newcomers this time. Maybe even Uchiha?"
Mo shrugged lightly.
"Who knows."
"Maybe yes. Maybe no."
But his gaze returned to the dim crystal—
His thoughts racing.
This time, the Main God had only captured a single world coordinate.
A mid-tier world.
Still no backup options.
The space was clearly short on energy.
As for the metallic giants…
Energy Matrix…
Fallen…
It was obvious.
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
Unfortunately—
He barely remembered anything.
Back then, he had only cared about the action.
Explosions.
Transformations.
Fights.
He couldn't even recall the human protagonist's name.
Just vague fragments—
Egypt.
Pyramids.
Optimus Prime's revival.
And then chaos.
Mo rubbed his temple.
Troublesome.
Unlike the previous world—
He had almost zero reliable information.
He would have to adapt on the fly.
...
Just then—
Two faint blue portals silently appeared near the edge of the platform.
Like rippling curtains of water.
At the same time—
Their wrist devices vibrated.
A cold countdown appeared:
[00:04:59]
"Five minutes," Mo said calmly. "I'll grab a few things."
He walked toward the crystal—
Connecting to the exchange system.
Shūjin remained where he was.
During the past ten days—
He had already studied everything available under E-rank permissions.
Everything he needed—
Had already been prepared.
This time—
He was fully equipped.
No more borrowing kunai or explosive tags.
That would've been embarrassing.
Soon—
Mo returned.
Now carrying several additional items.
At his waist—
Alongside his ninja pouch—
Hung a small wooden box etched with simple sealing patterns.
On his back—
A large, human-sized leather scroll.
"What did you get?" Shūjin asked, glancing over them.
"Chakra seeds."
Mo tapped the wooden box.
"And a Main God-certified contract scroll."
Shūjin nodded slowly.
Chakra seeds—
So he planned to replicate what they had done in the previous world.
Establish influence.
After all—
In a non-supernatural world—
A single extraordinary power—
Was the ultimate temptation.
Enough to drive mortals insane.
Enough to make rulers kneel.
Far more effective than brute force.
As for the contract scroll…
Could it be—
For those metal giants?
Mo seemed to read his thoughts.
"The rules of this space don't always make sense."
The scroll functioned similarly to a summoning contract.
The user could bind to a specific faction—
But only if the leader signed their true name willingly.
Meaning—
The contract applied to that faction—
Not the entire species.
Afterward—
As long as the name was inscribed—
Summoning could be attempted.
Whether the other side responded—
Depended entirely on their will.
A mutual exchange.
The only special aspect—
Was its ability to transcend worlds.
Even across dimensions—
The connection remained.
...
[00:00:10]
The countdown neared zero.
The two exchanged a brief glance.
No more words were needed.
They adjusted their gear—
And stepped toward the portals.
In the next instant—
Light swallowed them whole.
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