Naruto World: I have RPG System

[Congratulations! You died!]

And is that something to celebrate?

The answer was clearly no.

How could anyone celebrate death? Even though he was no longer there physically, he still felt present, conscious. But what should he do now? Where was he supposed to go? Where does a newly deceased soul go?

He waited, but nothing happened. The emptiness around him felt eternal until, suddenly, a new screen appeared in front of him.

The screen floated gently, emanating a soft glow. The predominant color was a black background with fluorescent orange borders that seemed to shine intensely, as if trying to draw his attention to something far greater than himself.

Takeru sighed, feeling frustration take over his being. What else could he expect? Maybe this was some cruel joke of fate. He had died, and now all that remained was... more screens? What did this mean? Something was about to happen, but what?

The screen changed, transforming into a new set of words that seemed to freeze in the air before him.

[The requirements for the System: {Ninja RPG System} have been met!]

[Initializing System!]

Takeru blinked, stunned. What did that mean? Ninja RPG System? He had heard of something like this in games before, but was this real? Or was it just an illusion created by death?

His brain started working frantically, trying to make sense of what was happening, but one thing became clear—he had died, and now it seemed that, somehow, he was about to be thrown into a new world, a world where ninjas and extraordinary abilities existed.

The name "Ninja RPG System" sounded like a familiar title, and then the truth hit him like a blow. Based on everything he knew, the rules of this new "system," he was about to reincarnate into the world of... Naruto.

It was impossible to deny. There was no other ninja world famous enough to be mistaken for this one. He was right, and the realization of this reality made him tense. There was no turning back, and it seemed that fate had decided he would be part of that universe.

As he processed this information, the floating screen adjusted once more, revealing a different tab—a section that seemed more interesting and full of possibilities. Takeru couldn't look away from it, as if it was pulling his attention from everything else around him, guiding him toward a new beginning.

[Family/Clan]

[Current: None]

[Spin] [Spins: 1000] [Rarity]

No clan? He knew that in a world like Naruto's, belonging to a powerful clan would be crucial for survival. But at the same time, he felt a strange sense of anticipation.

Takeru swallowed hard, a tight knot forming in his throat. It was a classic gacha mechanic, a method used in games where luck determined what you received. He was facing a roulette that could give him anything. But deep down, he knew this wasn't good. He had played games with this mechanic before and knew that, lucky or not, the outcome could be completely random.

'This is my worst nightmare,' he thought, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He didn't know what to expect. What would his luck be in this new world? A powerful ability, an incredible clan? Or perhaps… something completely useless? His life was now in the hands of chance, and the thought of relying on it didn't make him feel confident.

But he had no other choice.

With a heavy sigh, he pressed the button to spin the roulette, feeling the weight of each passing second as he waited for the result.

A long time later…

How long had Takeru been there? He didn't know.

Hours? Days? Months? Maybe even years.

With every spin of the roulette, the feeling of being trapped in an endless loop consumed him more and more. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the floating screen in front of him, illuminating his face with an artificial, monotonous light. He tried not to think about the hours that had passed. The mere fact that he had no sense of time was enough to make him uneasy.

Spinning for his clan until now felt like being in a prison—a prison of luck. How could he describe it? There was no end in sight, and each spin seemed to push him into yet another round of endless frustration. His bad luck was at its peak—that much was clear. With each new draw, his anger grew a little more.

The screen flickered once more, and the word appeared like an unforgiving sentence.

[You have obtained the Yamakushi Clan!]

"Go fuck yourself!"

Takeru's rage exploded, his frustration no longer contained. What had he gained? An unknown clan with no apparent relevance, and he was sick of it. The System was filled with Clans he didn't recognize, but based on his knowledge of the Naruto world, he knew they probably existed in this universe. Even so, what he truly desired, what he felt he deserved, was always out of reach. He needed something more, something with real impact.

Takeru didn't understand what was happening. He knew the System had its rules, but that didn't mean he would passively accept the choices forced upon him. What he wanted was always distant, as if fate was mocking him. And the more he looked at the probabilities displayed on the screen, the more disillusioned he became.

[Uchiha: 0.5%][Uzumaki: 0.5%][Hyuga: 1%]

"This rarity is bullshit!" Takeru expressed his anger, slamming the [Spin] button with force, as if he could somehow influence the outcome. Every time he pressed the button, it felt like he was punching his own luck, but nothing changed. The roulette spun again, showing no signs that his destiny was about to shift.

[Spins: 500]

Still, he didn't stop. Takeru refused to surrender to mediocrity, refused to accept something as insignificant as what he had already received. What else could he do but keep trying?

Luck, he knew, was not something he could control, but his persistence, his stubbornness, still held some power. Even though he was losing patience, something inside him told him not to give up. What he sought was out there, waiting to be claimed.

"Come on, damn it! Something good!" Takeru shouted, his eyes locked on the screen as the roulette spun endlessly. His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind raced at full speed.

He didn't know how much longer he could endure the uncertainty of another spin without finally being blessed with something truly worthwhile. He needed something significant, something that would give him a real chance to triumph in this new world.

He clenched his teeth, gnawing away at his patience. He felt that his luck, until now cruel and unyielding, was finally showing signs of change. He was almost desperate, but he wouldn't give up. Not now.

And then, as if the universe had finally heard his prayers, the roulette seemed to slow down, the words on the screen flashing more sluggishly until, at last, the name he had been waiting for appeared.

[You have obtained the Uchiha Clan (Mythic)!]

"HELL YEAH!" Takeru shouted in triumph, his smile exploding across his face, lighting up his expression with a sense of victory he hadn't felt in a long time. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, as if the entire world had finally conspired in his favor.

The Uchiha Clan! One of the most powerful and iconic in the Naruto universe! He knew this would change everything. He finally had something that could grant him real power.

But there was still an issue to be resolved. A choice. The screen flickered again, presenting him with a crucial question.

[Do you wish to keep it?][Yes] [No/Spin Again]

Takeru didn't hesitate. Without a second thought, he clicked "Yes," his anxiety almost making him act before his hand even touched the screen. No, he wouldn't make the mistake of spinning again. He had what he wanted, and he was ready to move forward. His destiny was now in his hands.

The screen changed again, revealing the clan buffs, and Takeru could barely contain his excitement. He quickly scanned the information as a wave of exhilaration surged through his body.

[Uchiha Clan]+10 Sharingan Mastery+20 Fire Element Proficiency Level+50% Chakra

Note: The Sharingan can no longer be obtained through the Lineage spin, as the Uchiha Clan already allows you to awaken this Lineage.

Each benefit was more impressive than the last. Mastery over the Sharingan, the legendary power of the clan—something he could control and refine. A significant boost to his Fire Element proficiency, one of the most iconic and devastating jutsus in existence. And, of course, a substantial increase in Chakra, the vital fuel for all ninja abilities. This meant more endurance, more power, and a greater capacity to fight.

Takeru couldn't hide his smile. He knew he was just getting started.

Suddenly, the cold, indifferent screen appeared before him once more, almost mocking his attempt to escape the cycle of luck and misfortune. The numbers were still there, flashing and spinning, an eternal roulette of fates.

[Kekkei Genkai/Lineage][Current: None][Spin] [Spins: 499] [Rarity]

And then, there was this nightmare. Takeru knew the grand prize was still incomplete, as the true challenge lay ahead—the chance to obtain a Kekkei Genkai, a bloodline ability.

Something that could take his power to an entirely new level—or become a crushing disappointment.

The odds, of course, were not in his favor. 499 spins still felt like a long road ahead, and he knew he had a minimal chance of getting something truly good. Kekkei Genkai were rare and powerful abilities, like the Uchiha's Sharingan or the Hyuga's Byakugan. They were precious items that made their wielders incredibly strong and recognizable, almost legendary.

However, he also knew that the risk of ending up with something irrelevant or undesirable was real. He had learned the hard way that luck was not something he could easily control. Even though he had obtained the Uzumaki Clan, the Kekkei Genkai could be anything. What if it was something useless? What if he was thrown back into the depths of despair, just like before?

Takeru took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He wasn't going to give up. He wasn't going to back down. An opportunity as rare as this deserved to be taken. Once again, he poured all his frustration and desire into a single click.

"Come on. Something good, please."

And with that, he pressed the [Spin] button, hoping that this time, luck would be on his side.

[You have obtained Rinnegan (Divine)!]

"What?" Takeru's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by lightning. He blinked several times, trying to process what he had just seen on the screen. The Rinnegan… Those legendary eyes. The Eyes of a god. He couldn't believe what he was reading. Was this real? One spin, and he had gotten it?

The 0.05% chance… It was ridiculously low, something practically impossible to achieve. And yet, there he was, staring at the screen as if it were an illusion. Fate had truly smiled upon him. This wasn't just any ability. It was the Rinnegan, one of the most powerful Kekkei Genkai in existence, something that turned anyone who possessed it into a true force of destruction. A divine ability.

"This is... simply unbelievable." Takeru muttered to himself, trying to absorb the magnitude of the situation. He was struggling to believe it, still stunned by such a sudden turn of events. From unbearable frustration, he now held in his hands a power that many could only dream of. He, who was about to sink into another spin, now had the eyes that every shinobi respected and feared.

[The Rinnegan buffs will be displayed!]

Ability to use all types of Ninjutsu

Use of all Nature Elements

The eyes he now possessed were not just a symbol of power but a true treasure.

The Rinnegan granted access to all existing ninjutsu, allowing him to use techniques from any nature element. Fire, wind, water, earth, lightning. Everything was within Takeru's reach. He knew he could master any technique and create new combat possibilities with this power. He was no longer just an ordinary ninja but someone with the potential to become a god among mortals.

With every word, with every ability revealed, Takeru felt his body vibrate with renewed energy. Not just an increase in chakra, but a deep connection with the very elements that govern the ninja world. He could feel every strand of cosmic energy flowing into him, every possibility unfolding before him.

"I can't believe this..."

Takeru's mind was in turmoil. His heart pounded as his gaze fixed on the bright screen before him. The dilemma he faced was immense, but the decision had already been made. With a deep breath, he moved the cursor and clicked "Yes," confirming his choice to keep the Rinnegan.

In the next instant, the screens vanished as if they had never existed. Absolute silence filled the space for a fraction of a second before the world around him collapsed.

"What—?!"

His body was pulled by an invisible force, and gravity seemed to reverse. He felt his stomach churn as he plummeted in free fall. The wind roared in his ears, and the glow of purple and blue lights filled his vision. The void swallowed him whole.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Then, everything went dark.

Konoha - Uchiha District

BAAM!

A loud crash echoed through the dark room. A young man with messy black hair tumbled out of bed, landing awkwardly against a wooden dresser. His head struck the furniture hard, causing small objects to fall to the floor.

"Argh!" he groaned, bringing a hand to his forehead. The pain throbbed, but strangely, there was no blood—just a persistent, pounding discomfort.

Still dazed, he blinked a few times and slowly pushed himself up, feeling an odd weight on his body. That sensation… it was different. His heart pounded against his chest as his mind struggled to process everything.

Then, a new light filled the room.

[Reincarnation Successful!]

The young man's eyes widened. Floating in the air before him, a translucent blue screen glowed, displaying familiar words.

[Opening Status Window...]

{Status}

Name: Ren Uchiha (Formerly Takeru Izumo)Title: The Chosen OneClan: UchihaBloodline: Sharingan (Unavailable), Rinnegan (Inactive)

His eyes darted across the screen as his breathing grew heavier.

He swallowed hard.

"A new life... And what incredible luck I have."