"Gold—come on!"
A massive roulette wheel appeared out of thin air. Uchiha Nan slammed the draw button, clenching his other hand so hard his fingers turned pale.
Ten-pull.
He no longer believed in "single-pull miracles."
The Goddess of Luck had never once lifted her skirt for him and revealed the secrets of destiny.
Go big, fail fast.
The rewards flashed one after another:
"Television""Refrigerator""High-quality chakra-conductive metal (one piece)""Air conditioner""Bench""Ninjutsu: Impure World Reincarnation (Edo Tensei)""Three kunai""Radio""Three explosive tags""six god!"
Six whites, three greens, one red.
"Still no gold—damn it! Trash gacha…"
After venting, Nan took a closer look and decided it wasn't that bad.
That single piece of chakra-conductive metal alone could sell for hundreds of thousands of ryō—over a million on the black market when supply was tight. Perfect for forging a new ninja blade.
As for the home appliances… completely useless for now. Electricity wasn't even fully established in Konoha.
Nan's gaze settled on the real prize.
Edo Tensei.
The most broken jutsu in the Naruto world—stealing souls from the afterlife. Whether that meant yanking them from the Shinigami or the Sage of Six Paths didn't really matter.
If used properly, and paired with relentless grave-robbing, a single person could ignite an entire ninja war.
The day Nan found the Scroll of Seals, he had immediately looked up Edo Tensei.
At that stage, it was still the crude prototype—reanimated shinobi retained only a fraction of their original strength, good for nothing but suicide bombers with explosive tags.
It wasn't until Orochimaru refined it—and Kabuto later perfected it—that Edo Tensei could truly resurrect near-peak versions of the dead, provided the sacrifices were suitable.
And the version from the gacha?
The final, perfected form.
Extract.
All knowledge of Edo Tensei flooded Nan's mind instantly.
With this jutsu mastered, some of those mouthwatering gold-tier missions were finally within reach.
Nan opened the task list and focused on one in particular:
Long-Term Mission – Recognition of the Predecessors:
Gain the sincere approval of all previous Hokage.
Reward: One gold draw.
The only way to gain approval from dead Hokage… was to resurrect them.
They were already in the Pure Land—how else were they supposed to approve anything?
Hashirama Senju would be easy. Nan had never met him. Talking ideals, peace, the Will of Fire—those were common ground. Wearing the Hokage robe alone was a built-in trust bonus.
Hashirama didn't have Tobirama's deep-seated prejudice against the Uchiha.
Tobirama, on the other hand…
Nan frowned.
If Tobirama saw him wearing the Hokage cloak, he'd probably open with:
"You naturally evil Uchiha brat—today I—"
Nan imagined the scene and couldn't help but grin.
Tobirama's chosen successor was dead.
Nan had taken the Hokage seat himself.
The look on Tobirama's face when he found out?
Priceless.
Anger. Powerlessness. Rage.
Just thinking about it made Nan excited.
No time to waste.
Tonight, he'd rob some graves.
Late Night
Nan chose the 2–3 a.m. window. No one wandered Konoha's cemetery at that hour—unless they, too, were grave robbers.
Soon, he stood before Hashirama Senju's tomb.
Brute force was out of the question.
"Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage!"
Nan melded into the ground and quickly reached the underground burial chamber.
Hokage funerals were lavish—an independent underground room housed Hashirama's coffin.
Nan opened it.
His pupils shrank.
The body hadn't decayed at all.
Not only that—it was perfectly preserved, brimming with residual vitality.
If Hashirama weren't clearly lifeless, Nan would've thought he was merely asleep.
So this is the true weight of the First Hokage…
Nan pulled out a sealing scroll.
No hesitation.
Hashirama's body was a treasure vault. Leaving it buried here would be criminal. Better to move it to a lab and let it "continue contributing to Konoha."
Sealed.
Next stop: Tobirama Senju.
Nan repeated the process, entering the burial chamber beneath Tobirama's grave.
The moment he opened the coffin—
A wave of corpse stench hit him.
Wow. That's strong.
Nan didn't dwell on it. Equality mattered—brothers deserved equal treatment.
Into the scroll Tobirama went.
With both bodies secured, Nan immediately returned home.
The lights were still on.
Feng and Ling, lying in bed, rushed to open the door when they heard movement.
"You're still awake?"
"Yes."
They answered in unison. Both were clearly exhausted but had waited up for him anyway.
Nan felt a rare warmth in his chest.
He took a shower—midnight grave robbing definitely called for cleansing bad luck.
Afterward, he wrapped an arm around each of their slender waists and pulled them into bed.
Left and right in his arms.
This feeling really isn't bad…
It was too late to do anything else.
Breathing in their gentle scent, Nan drifted into sleep.
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