Chapter 1

Luo En waved his hand: "Don't mind me, you all fight your fight. I'm just a passing traveler."

(This book..

1. Genin Exam (no need to read)

A small mountain village of clear waters and lush scenery was packed with people. In the middle, a large platform had been erected, and the noise never stopped. The people below the platform were basically all training their bodies, seemingly preparing for something.

Two old men stood off to one side. One stroked his beard, smiling warmly. "Every year this Genin Exam produces quite a few talents. This year, I'm afraid, will be another year of talents emerging!"

"That's right, the more talents the better. This Genin Exam selection is also a good way to give these youngsters some experience."

The other old man chimed in. His eyes were so small they had to narrow into slits just to look at the people ahead. The corners of his mouth were kind, and his expression was full of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in an out-of-the-way corner no one had noticed, a silver-haired youth walked out. Looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"A village? Where have I transmigrated to?"

Relying on the system's power, he had transmigrated once again to another world, but this world seemed rather peaceful.

"Welcome everyone to the Genin Exam. I believe everyone has been looking forward to this competition for a long time, so let's begin right now!"

Genin Exam?

Luo En pondered. At that moment, a blond head entered his pupils—the hair stood up strand by strand, a black band was tied around his forehead, and he wore a black-and-orange jumpsuit.

A familiar feeling welled up in Luo En's heart. Uzumaki Boruto—the protagonist of an anime.

Could it be that he had transmigrated into an anime?

The next moment, the system's voice rang out.

【Beep. Detected that the host is currently in the dimensional world—the world of Naruto. Obtain 30 sign-in points to return to the One Piece world. Searching for sign-in location… estimated time: five days.】

It really was an anime world.

"Boss is invincible!"

At this moment, a sudden cry of alarm erupted from below the platform. Luo En looked up,

and saw the man before him with a fierce glint suddenly flashing across his face, waving to show off his massive fist. Beneath him lay a person who had been taken down.

Luo En smiled, and his figure swiftly arrived on the platform.

That man was stunned for a moment, then sized Luo En up and down. The silver-haired youth, compared to himself, was simply dwarfed in build.

That man burst into laughter.

"So scrawny, looks like a stick. Not even enough to stick between my teeth."

He blustered, his arrogance overbearing.

"Be smart and admit defeat, and I might spare your life!"

"That's right, our boss won't show mercy." His underlings below the platform chimed in, laughing heartily. "If you can't take it, get down!"

After saying that, that leader's expression was smug, waiting for Luo En to admit defeat.

However…

"Pfft."

The sound was mocking and derisive. Anger was provoked. That leader's eyes narrowed, looking dangerously toward the source of the sound—Luo En!

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, all looking at Luo En. His relaxed and composed figure left people puzzled.

The man before them was so burly, his ability must certainly not be underestimated. Why did this person look so unconcerned?

"What's so funny?" Having been treated like this for the first time in his life, that leader was in a very bad mood. The eyes glaring at Luo En were tinged with flames.

Luo En glanced down at that leader. That leader instantly felt a chill run through his entire body, as if a sharp sword had been thrust into his body.

Immediately after, a gust of wind rose up beside him. Before he could come to his senses, he suddenly felt a stab of pain all over his body, and that leader instinctively cried out.

"Ah!"

A mouthful of fresh blood immediately spurted from his mouth. That leader only felt as if his body had suddenly lost all strength. The pressure on his forehead forced him to kneel on the ground.

"Thud!"

With a loud crash, everyone present was stunned.

They saw that leader covered in wounds all over his body. Luo En's face was cold, his sharp eyes glaring at the man on the ground, his right hand tightly gripping the man's bald head.

Along with those hands, red fresh blood seeped out.

A crowd of people widened their eyes. Looking so thin and weak, how could his strength be so great?

And seeing their boss for the first time so humbly and completely submissive, those four men couldn't help but tremble, looking at Luo En in disbelief.

The handsome silver-haired youth looked so thin and weak, yet the strength in his hands was actually greater than that of a big man.

That leader was dazed for a while. When he came to his senses at this moment, the first thing facing him was a pair of shoes, then up along the pant legs, and raising his head, that chiseled face came into his view.

Finally meeting his eyes, that leader couldn't help but have his pupils tremble. Those eyes looked at him as if he were already a dead man.

He had never been treated like this before?!

A tremendous shame swept through his mind. That leader glared furiously at Luo En, his eyes reddening, wanting to use brute force to break free from Luo En's hand.

But strangely, Luo En's hand was as if glued to his head with solid glue, and he simply couldn't break free.

"Let me go. I advise you to admit defeat. I have people backing me!" That leader immediately panicked, and the words he spoke came out much faster.

"Boss!"

His underlings behind him also came to their senses, afraid Luo En might do something to their boss, and hurriedly got on the platform, their expressions fierce.

"Let go of our boss, or we'll make you wish you were dead!"

Luo En let out another derisive laugh, intensifying the force in his hand.

"Threaten me? You're not worthy!"

"Aaargh!" That man kept screaming continuously. The sound of "crack" kept coming. Finally, his massive body was flung out by Luo En like a rag doll.

"Boss!" Those four men only felt their bodies tense, and hurriedly went over to check on that man.

Luo En thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, watching those people coldly.

In an instant, the originally bustling area below the stage fell silent, everyone staring wide-eyed at Luo En.

Just what terrifying existence was this?

Boruto was stunned; he had never seen this silver-haired youth before — where had he come from?

Luo En deliberately looked in one direction, his gaze meeting Boruto's, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

Boruto couldn't help but feel puzzled — did this silver-haired youth know him?

Sarada tugged at Boruto's sleeve. "Boruto, have you seen this silver-haired youth before? I'm afraid this Chunin Exam is going to be very difficult — he doesn't look easy to deal with."

Mitsuki frowned and chimed in as well. "I've never seen a technique like that. That big guy would have given the three of us a hard time, yet this silver-haired youth came out completely unscathed. Meanwhile, that big man is covered in wounds."

Boruto pressed his lips together, then patted Sarada on the shoulder. "Everyone has weaknesses. The Chunin Exam was never meant to be easy in the first place. I believe that as long as we work hard, we'll definitely break through the hurdle."

"This silver-haired youth definitely has a weak point — that big man just didn't find it. When you face him later, pay closer attention and observe carefully, and there shouldn't be any problem. Don't give up!"

Sarada nodded firmly. "Boruto, I believe in you. Everyone will definitely pass the Chunin Exam!"

Seeing Sarada and Boruto like this, Mitsuki's face was full of worry. "No matter what, caution comes first. Be very careful later."

3. The monster's strength (no need to read)

"Your performance just now was quite outstanding — it doesn't seem like Chunin-level. I rarely come to these Chunin Exams, but seeing it today has truly been full of pleasant surprises."

"How about we have a little sparring match?"

The Hokage smiled, his eyes narrowing, as his wrinkled hand stroked the hair on his chin.