The arrival of Doraemon and Xiaonü made Bai Xuan’s villa a lot livelier.
At the very least, the two Pikachu wouldn’t feel lonely anymore. Whenever Bai Xuan had free time, he’d play with them too; and before that, Xiaonü and Doraemon would happily keep them company.
As for Doraemon—well, he’s a childcare robot to begin with, so taking care of a couple of Pikachu was a piece of cake for him.
Add to that the fact that there were specially prepared meals every day, plus his favorite dorayaki, and a whole bunch of anime and manga he’d never seen before—he was having an absolute blast.
Over on Huo Yu’s side, she’d also brought over everything Bai Xuan had asked for, and even threw in a few extra goodies.
Things like the Balala the Fairies transformation device, or the Clow Cards from Cardcaptor Sakura—he didn’t pay them much mind and just treated them as tools for experimentation.
If there was one thing that had changed over these past few days, it was Uchiha Madara in the chat group.
Having sold off most of the Uchiha clan’s jutsu training methods, his points—while not as many as Whitebeard’s (who was still alive) or Daigo’s (who’d sold monster corpses)—were still nothing to sneeze at.
The opening of the chat group’s shop gave him hope for resurrection. However, while the items on sale included stuff from each member’s world, they were limited to things like objects, bloodlines, and abilities—bodies and actual living people were not included.
As for pinning his hopes on the special shop randomly updating with something that could bring him back to life—well, that possibility was practically nil.
Sure, he believed that Black Zetsu would resurrect him, but that would take way too long. And with Minato Namikaze around, his resurrection plan was bound to get disrupted and dragged out even further.
But there was nothing he could do except wait for his own revival.
If there was one single source of amusement in his day, it was probably the lottery draw.
After all, since he was already dead, those points were useless to him anyway. Once he was revived, a mere ten or twenty thousand points would be a breeze to earn.
So, he might as well use them to kill time.
One draw a day—let’s see what he gets.
The first few draws went without saying—useless junk, barely a step up from that steel pole that came with a pole-dancing skill attached.
But then, the day before yesterday, he hit the jackpot—his own body!
Sure, it was an aged, decrepit vessel that could barely maintain its life force with the help of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, but for someone in a chat group, a limited lifespan was the least of his worries.
The real treasure was those Rinnegan!
During the time period this body came from, he hadn’t yet given those Rinnegan to Nagato.
So… he was alive again.
He then used the rest of his points to buy more lifespan.
Ten thousand points for one year of life.
It was only a year, but for him, that was more than enough.
Uchiha Dancing King: “That brat Nagato sure knows how to use my Rinnegan well.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “At least he didn’t let my judgment down.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “But now that I’m resurrected, he has no right to keep those eyes anymore.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “So he’s dead?”
Uchiha Dancing King: “Nope.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “More like half-dead.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “This decrepit body makes it hard to bring out my full strength—so I just used a little bit of force.”
Just an Ordinary Group Owner: “So you’re saying Boss Madara now has two pairs of Rinnegan?”
Just an Ordinary Group Owner: “You selling one?”
Uchiha Dancing King: “I sold one pair to the chat group. A million points. The buyback price is what it is.”
Out of that million points, he spent two hundred thousand to buy more lifespan.
A young, vigorous body. Peak power. That was the state Uchiha Madara was meant to be in.
He’d originally wanted to sell the Rinnegan to someone else, but the only one in the chat group who could actually afford them—Daigo—turned him down.
Daigo’s body couldn’t handle the strain of having the Rinnegan transplanted. He could transform into Tiga, but that wouldn’t do him any good either. Compared to the Rinnegan, what Daigo really wanted was the Ox Talisman.
Tiga plus the Ox Talisman—his original fifty-thousand-ton strength would skyrocket to five million tons!
What monster could possibly take a punch from that?
Uchiha Dancing King: “I found something interesting.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “I’m not in the same world as Minato Namikaze from the chat group. In this world, Minato Namikaze died sealing the Nine-Tails during the Nine-Tails attack.”
Golden Flash: “???”
Seeing Uchiha Madara’s message, Minato Namikaze’s face went blank with confusion.
We’re not in the same world?
The me in your world is dead?
Then what happens to Naruto?
He’s not going to have to go through something like what happened in that memory copy scenario, is he?
Be My Son: “So you’re saying you two come from different worlds? And both are from Naruto?”
Just an Ordinary Group Owner: “Parallel worlds?”
Just an Ordinary Group Owner: “Honestly, that possibility doesn’t seem much more likely than two people from the same world both joining the group.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “…”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “I get the feeling you guys missed something.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “When we first joined, the information clearly stated that each world would randomly select only one person from among its peak luck-bearers.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “In other words, there’s only one per world.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “You guys seriously didn’t know?”
This was something Tony Stark hadn’t expected. He’d joined the group at a fairly average time—not too early, not too late—but that was already past that initial phase. He never thought they wouldn’t realize that Madara and Minato came from parallel Naruto worlds.
Uchiha Dancing King: “???”
Golden Flash: “???”
Just an Ordinary Group Owner: “???”
Be My Son: “Kurarara~ I guess we really did overlook that bit.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “I mean, it’s not exactly critical info.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “I just didn’t expect you guys not to know.”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “Actually, that’s not quite right either—that’s too vague. I feel like some people knew, they just didn’t pay it any mind.”
The Worst Evil Spirit: “Who knows.”
Child of Nature: “Maybe nobody really noticed after all.”
Uchiha Dancing King: “…”
With that tone of voice, both of you can say you didn’t know all you want—I’m not buying it.
Ding! [Sacred Guardian Left Wing] has joined the chat group.
Ding! [Souji Tendou] has joined the chat group.
Lighthouse Tycoon: “Oh? Newbies joining?”
Lighthouse Tycoon: “It hasn’t been that long since Shendu joined, has it? New members already?”
Himouto Umaru: “Welcome, newbies~”
Himouto Umaru: “The chat group is real, okay? If you’re skeptical, just think about it a little—relevant info will pop up in your head.”
Himouto Umaru: “There are also memory copies from other worlds in the group. They come in anime form, but they’re all real, okay?”
Himouto Umaru: “And if that still doesn’t convince you, please, please don’t go running your mouth or insulting other members. Trust me—you might end up regretting it.”
