MTL - The Strongest Plane Becomes God - Chapter 483 : Curse on the street

Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…

She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.

Kazekaze thought he was just an ordinary kid in the world of Naruto.- No Sharingan.- No Byakugan.- No Ōtsutsuki bloodline.Just a normal seven-year-old trying to survive in a ninja-filled world.That was… until his father brought him back to Konoha.And he discovered the terrifying truth:* Senju Hashirama, the God of Shinobi, is his grandfather!* Senju Tobirama, the Creator of Ninjutsu, is his great-uncle!With the blood of legends flowing through his veins, Kazekaze must rise to become a shinobi worthy of his lineage.A Genius Among Monsters—But Can He Surpass Them?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.