Chapter 753

The fat, large fox shrank its neck, its eyes revealing a human-like terror.

This world is too terrifying, too scary for a fox.

Super Kage (Fifth Rank) is worthless, and Six Paths roam everywhere (Kings, gods from other worlds, Heroic Spirits...); perhaps only the old man of the Six Paths from when the Divine Tree still existed could shake things up.

(Six Paths, beaming: Hahaha, I am honored, worthy of being my own son; indeed, I didn't dote on you in vain.)

Moreover, it is quite human-supremacist, being harsh and cruel to non-humans.

The Nine-Tails, which had a filter for its biological father, the Six Paths, was so scared it played dead for over a year, not daring to make a sound.

So even though the brat Naruto tried to let it out time and again, using reality magecraft to give it partial freedom for a short time, it stubbornly refused to leave.

Just kidding.

It suspected that once it went out, it would be gone in a flash.

A bunch of corporate capitalists were overjoyed, thanking nature for its bounty.

In this world, humans at least have that big shot watching over them, but non-humans have no one.

But it's not without its benefits.

The entertainment and food in this world are truly beyond words; this country bumpkin couldn't even hold out for three days before becoming completely addicted, turning into a dead, fat otaku.

Especially that virtual reality game featuring their beast kind... or rather, a monkey as the protagonist; it's extremely satisfying.

(In this world, with the support of magecraft technology, games have evolved into virtual reality.)

The bosses are also very friendly to this monkey who delivers takeout dozens of times a day, with punches landing on flesh and blades splashing blood; it's just that it's getting sick of eating monkey brains and wonders if it can change the flavor?

Except for the brat Naruto, who mocks it every other day: "Does this game only have one monster?" "Do the monsters in this game all look the same?" "You've turned into a hair again~~" "Is this tiger called Tiger Vanguard really that strong?" "That's right, foxes are afraid of tigers."

It was so angry that smoke came out of its seven orifices.

Fortunately, in Chapter Five, Flaming Mountain, there was a female fox who called it "Monkey Brother" to comfort its wounded soul.

Its little heart thumped; a thousand-year-old single dog, it shouted to the old man of the Six Paths: Your favorite cub is in love.

"Brat, stay away, this old man still has to overthrow the Heavenly Court and save the world."

The large fox waved its paws and put on the headset.

Hehe, one look and it's clear Pingping can join the protagonist's team at the end.

"..."

Naruto was speechless.

Actually, he also played the game 【Black Myth】 produced by the Yukinoshita Network Technology Company later on, and even cleared it.

The real little fox Pingping was knocked out before it even started; this one had always been a red-skinned brat in disguise...

"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to borrow my magic power, take it yourself. I just converted a portion; don't disturb this old man licking the girl... cough, saving the world."

Naruto nodded silently.

Forget it.

Both are red-skinned; maybe the large fox doesn't mind?

However, he doesn't need to borrow magic power. For some reason, his magecraft cultivation is progressing very fast, as if, with fewer distractions, his original talent is finally showing, far faster than in the ninja world of the past.

Changing to a new world, he felt as if he had come from the abyss to heaven.

People are very friendly; no one curses or insults him. The auntie at the supermarket also smiles and pats his head, giving him extra sweet candies instead of closing the door and calling him bad luck the moment she sees him.

The milk and food aren't expired, and the snacks are delicious, although Otousan always points a gun at him, fiercely telling him not to eat randomly and to eat his meals properly...

A sunny, happy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as the blonde boy left the mental space and returned to reality.

He had even almost forgotten the taste of Ichiraku Ramen.

Perhaps he liked Ichiraku Ramen so much not because of the food, but because Uncle Ichiraku was the only person who was friendly to him.

As if shedding a layer of cocoon, wisps of electric light flickered, and that already massive magic power aura expanded by another layer.

"Projection—on."

Naruto whispered, looking in amazement at the silver revolver slowly appearing in his hand amidst the gorgeous light.

"C-rank Projection Magecraft?"

Vodka, who was crying with a long face, lamenting how to live without the Sky Curtain, sensed the anomaly, turned his head abruptly, and his pupils shrank suddenly; even his tone changed.

Holy crap.

Clearly, he is the one from the Sky Curtain, right?

Why is the brat progressing so fast? C-rank Projection Magecraft is already quite useful; it can even project magecraft armaments.

Moreover, his magic power cultivation has clearly broken through, already stepping into the mid-Second Rank, only a step away from the upper rank.

Damn, there's no justice; is this talent?

"Oh? You broke through?"

The silver-haired man washing the dishes just glanced at him indifferently: "Nothing to be proud of; it's even slower than I expected."

"(Tch~~!!"

The excited blonde boy curled his lips, then shook the long-barreled revolver: "So, Otousan, can you teach me how to shoot now? This is much more useful than ninjutsu."

How many ninjutsu can hit a target over a thousand meters away?

This one can.

Actually, even for mages, very few can perform magecraft that can reach that far in the early stages.

It's just that there are many defensive magecrafts, and standard armor-piercing rounds basically can't penetrate them.

In fact, it is precisely because of the existence of such firearms and heavy sniper rifles that mages now basically hang several layers of defensive magecraft on themselves when they go out, plus wearing a pile of rings, earrings, and necklaces, all of which are defensive magecraft armaments.

Everyone is a heavy tank.

Fortunately, firearms are also keeping pace with the times, basically all being magecraft armaments imbued with various magecraft arrays.

For example, the one he projected is a counterfeit of Gin's high-level magecraft armament.

The silver-haired man just glanced at him indifferently: "Go back to your room and do your homework. Vodka, you go tutor him."

What's a kid playing with guns for?

His cultural subject deviation score is already at that level; does he want to be a dead-last forever?

If a mage doesn't use their brain, they will always be a thug.

"Yes, Boss."

Vodka keenly sensed that the man's mood was a bit off and immediately pushed the little boy: "Go, go, go. I'm a top student from Stanford University; in the old era, being a tutor would cost tens of thousands of dollars a month."

"I don't want to study cultural subjects; I want to learn magecraft."

"Wait until I test you later. If you can pass, I'll teach you a few more magecrafts. Hmph hmph, see these circles? B-rank Mage badge. If I were to be a mage tutor, one lesson would be at least twenty thousand dollars, at least four million dollars a year, and I'd even have to be offered a few magecraft resources as a gift."

"Really?"

"Hahaha, would Uncle Vodka lie to you?"

When the living room quieted down.

The man codenamed Gin fell silent, took off his apron, and looked at the Sky Curtain outside the window with an expressionless face.

Clearly, the version of him in the Sky Curtain had been destined as a sacrifice for the ritual from the very beginning.

No matter what he did, whether he betrayed or not, it didn't matter.

No one cared.

As just an ordinary person, he had never appeared in the eyes of those few masters who were high-level mages, let alone those majestic things like Servants.

Because he possessed no value, he wasn't qualified to hold anyone's gaze.

But...

His face remained cold and hard, but his hands clenched into fists inadvertently.

The name Gin, now gradually forgotten by the Black and Red factions, was once something that could make the elites of various countries tremble...

The vast difference between his status, once valued most by both the Black and Red factions, and now being ignored by everyone.

Caused an unprecedented emotional agitation to surge in the man's heart.

And with the realization and emotions of that version of himself in his dream as a miracle, a flame surged and raged in his heart.

Finally.

Constantly experiencing the determination of that version of himself to betray even if it meant certain death, as well as the agitated emotions in the hell-like pain before death, Gin slowly raised his eyes and murmured: "I understand."

"Zzz~~~"

Wisps of brilliant, deep blue electric arcs seemed to celebrate a new birth, exploding in the void and winding around him.

The accumulation of over a decade of savings spent on magic potions, the foundation of countless secret, life-risking hard training, the surging, massive magic power manifested into airflow, turning into a shockwave that swept through the entire, not-so-small detached house.

"Boss!"