Drift Of The Multiverse: [Marvel] [Resident Evil] [DC] [Bleach] [DB] - Chapter 625: Slytherin

Kyōsuke got reincarnated into the world of Naruto in the Warring States period and became an ordinary member of the Uchiha clan.At this time, Uchiha Madara was still just a teenager, the God of Shinobi was still pondering how to make World Peace, Black Zetsu was plotting how to split the moon to save his mother, and the enigmatic Jigen was quietly chanting sutras in a secluded temple.The young Kyōsuke stepped onto the battlefield, but fortunately, he awakened a Point Redemption System, allowing him to trade points earned by killing enemies for various abilities.[Tenseigan, SSS-level item, requires 200,000 points to exchange.][Divine Tree Seed, SSS-level item, requires 200,000 points to exchange.][Truth-Seeking Orbs, SSS-level ability, requires 200,000 points to exchange.][Yamotsu Hirasaka, SS-level ability, requires 100,000 points to exchange.]Uchiha Madara: “Kyōsuke, you and I as brothers can surely annihilate the Senju Clan together!”Senju Hashirama: “My friend, let’s realize the dream of building Konoha Village together!”Black Zutsu: “Help me save my mother!”Uzumaki Mito: “You promised to marry me—are you trying to go back on your word?”Otsutsuki Kaguya: “This is bad! The clan’s law enforcement team is here. Kyōsuke, defend against them with me!”Otsutsuki Isshiki: “Impossible! How do you know my unique eye technique?!”Uchiha Kyōsuke: “Impossible? Please, I can even hit the moon!”

“Did you know? I was once the most powerful person in the world, undefeatable even by the gods. If only I can retrieve my body, I could resurrect once again.”“So what?”“So... who has hidden my corpse!”

After transmigrating, discover that there is a resurgence of Qi in the East and there is a dawn of deities in the West.

When steam cannons and mystery collide, the Western Extraordinaries gradually awaken.

This is a world filled with a variety of advancements, class transfers, and hidden occupations, as well as never-ending exploration.

As the mystery of the West gradually unfolds, the ancient deities gradually awaken, and a fresh new world draws the curtains in front of Thulhu.

What should ordinary people do when old gods revive and new gods rise? Fortunately, we have a property panel!

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