"Where is this? Why do I have these memories? Who am I... right, I am Ye Ming."
In a dilapidated room, a young boy murmured to himself. He clutched his head, his expression twisted in pain. After about a minute, he finally finished processing the flood of information in his mind.
"Have I transmigrated?" The boy looked at his surroundings in shock, then stared down at his hands, which had turned into those of a small child.
Before he could react, an ugly, grotesque monster appeared before him. A memory fragment flashed through his mind: a couple standing in front of a young boy, shielding him, only to be slaughtered by this very monster.
The memory vanished as quickly as it came. The monster began moving its bloated body, inching toward the boy step by step.
Recalling the past, the boy now understood what had happened. This monster had killed the original owner's parents, and the boy himself had died at that moment. This death coincided with his own death in his original world, causing him to transmigrate into this body.
Looking at the hideous creature, the fear of an ordinary person filled his eyes, accompanied by a deep-seated hatred. He was just a child now—even as an adult, killing such a monster would be impossible. Various negative emotions flooded the boy's heart, and without him noticing, a terrifying power began to flow through his body.
"Don't come any closer!" The boy grabbed a nearby object and threw it at the monster, but it had no effect. The monster continued its approach, its bloody maw gaping wide, making eerie sounds.
It seemed to be chanting, "Eat you... eat you..."
Terror-stricken, the boy backed away until he was cornered in the kitchen.
"No way... am I going to die right after transmigrating?" he thought fearfully.
The monster was now directly in front of him.
"No, I don't want to die! It's all a lie!" Facing death for the second time, his fear amplified a thousandfold. His mind was a mess of complex emotions.
He didn't understand how protagonists in novels could accept death so calmly when facing danger right after transmigrating. Even if they had died once before, did they just know a cheat code was coming? Don't be ridiculous. How could an ordinary person face death without being terrified?
As the monster took another step, the boy's psyche fractured further. His logic was overtaken by raw instinct. His face contorted, and the monster reached out its massive hand to grab him.
Suddenly, a flash of white light erupted, and a massive arm flew through the air. The monster shrieked in agony as its limb was severed. It looked at the boy and felt a flicker of instinctive dread. The boy's youthful face now wore a localized, manic grin as he held a knife. Green blood splashed across his cheeks. Most strangely, his black pupils had vanished, replaced by blood-red eyes. Within those eyes, three tomoe-shaped marks rotated with chilling precision.
The monster stared at those eyes, overcome by a fear felt only when encountering a higher-ranking existence.
As a Cursed Spirit born from human negative emotions, this creature sensed a "curse" far more potent than itself emanating from the boy's red eyes. Even with its limited intelligence, any living being instinctively feels terror when faced with something overwhelmingly stronger.
The boy laughed maniacally. A terrifying Cursed Energy surged into the knife in his hand. He lunged toward the Cursed Spirit, swinging the blade with blinding speed. Moments later, the monster was dead.
With the monster slain, the boy's manic expression faded, and he collapsed into unconsciousness. It wasn't until a day later that he slowly woke up.
"I'm... not dead?" He looked around in disbelief. Piecing things together, he realized he must have subconsciously tapped into his potential to kill the monster.
However, something felt strange. The world around him felt "unreal." Not because of the monster—he had transmigrated, after all—but because of his vision. Everything was abnormally sharp, so clear it felt artificial.
He scanned the room until he saw the shards of a broken mirror on the floor. The reflection showed a young, refined-looking boy, but what shocked him were his eyes: blood-red with black, tadpole-like tomoe.
If people of this world didn't know what this represented, he certainly did.
"Holy crap... is this... the Sharingan?" He stared at his reflection, stunned. Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, he found a larger shard to get a better look.
"It really is the Sharingan? And it's the Three-Tomoe? Is this the world of Naruto? No, the architecture is clearly different. And according to this boy's memories, this is just an ordinary world..." Ye Ming rubbed his chin.
"Is it because I was watching Naruto right before I transmigrated? That's ridiculous—I was looking at the Rinnegan at the time!" Ye Ming muttered indignantly. Then, he felt something.
"This power... is it Chakra?" He noticed a strange energy flowing through his body. With the Sharingan, he could clearly see it. This energy felt similar to that monster—filled with negative power. He tried to control it, and his eyes shifted back to their normal color.
"Let's try this: Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!" Ye Ming quickly performed the hand signs.
"Nothing?"
"Again: Chidori... Lightning Cutter..." He tried various elemental techniques, but none worked.
"What's going on? Even if I haven't formally studied Ninjutsu, I should at least have the elemental affinity. Why isn't it working?" With the Sharingan, controlling the energy in his body was simple enough.
"Is it not Chakra, but some other power?" Ye Ming pondered.
"Wait... that monster earlier... This is Japan, the place names are similar, there are monsters, and the news mentions people suddenly disappearing... Could it be..." A sudden realization struck him.