On a gloomy, overcast day, deep in the large and dense forest that stretched across the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Tea, the atmosphere felt heavy.
The thick canopy of trees barely let any light through, casting long shadows across the ground, while a cold wind rustled the leaves, making the whole place feel eerie.
Lying in the dirt was a boy who looked about 14 or 15 years old. His black hair, just long enough to brush his shoulders, was matted with dirt, and his brown eyes were hidden behind closed lids.
His face? It wasn't anything that would stop traffic—definitely not the face of a movie star—but he was better-looking than the average kid.
Right now, though, that face was pale and lifeless. A dagger was buried deep in his leg, and judging by his stillness, he wasn't unconscious...he was dead.
Around him, the forest floor was littered with corpses—men in guard uniforms, all with the name "Sho" embroidered in elegant golden Japanese letters on their uniforms. Blood was splattered everywhere, painting a grim picture.
Suddenly, one of those "dead" bodies twitched. The boy's fingers flexed, and with a pained groan, his eyes shot open.
He blinked a few times, his gaze unfocused, like someone waking up from the weirdest dream ever. His face scrunched up, looking exactly like someone who'd smoked way too much weed.
"Ugh... am I still hallucinating?" he muttered, voice raspy and confused. His head lolled to the side as he took in his surroundings—just trees, bodies, and more bodies.
Then, a sharp sting in his leg snapped his attention downward. He blinked again, spotting the dagger stabbed deep into his thigh, blood staining his pants.
'Man, this hallucination's way too real,' he thought, staring at the blade like it had personally offended him.
The scene around him was like something out of a nightmare, bodies everywhere, blood soaking into the earth, but somehow, he didn't react like a normal person would.
No panic, no screaming—nothing. Just mild confusion, like he was watching a weird TV show he couldn't remember turning on.
He groaned again, this time with a bit more energy. "I shouldn't have smoked that space weed... I'm way too high for this," he mumbled, his voice full of regret and a touch of disbelief.
He tried to sit up, pushing himself off the ground with shaky arms, but the moment he put pressure on his stabbed leg, his body gave up on him.
He collapsed right back down into the dirt, the leg already numb and useless.
Yep, our boy was in for the plot twist of his life.
You see, this kid wasn't just some random dude from around here. He came from another world, one where anime and comics were things people binge-watched on weekends.
It was a futuristic place, so advanced that they'd started growing weed on Mars. No joke. Mars, of all places, had been turned into a massive space weed farm.
Of course, not everyone back on Earth was thrilled about that. Some folks thought using an entire planet for growing weed was a pretty dumb idea.
But the rich? Yeah, they didn't care. After all, weed grown on Mars? That stuff was like smoking a piece of heaven itself.
But right now, that wasn't helping our boy one bit. He was stuck in a forest, surrounded by corpses, with a dagger in his leg.
And let's be real, that space weed? It wasn't just out of this world—literally—it was expensive as hell.
I'm talking so expensive that even thinking about buying it could put a dent in your wallet. Only the elite, those with fat stacks of cash, could afford it.
And by "expensive," I mean really expensive. Imagine your monthly rent... now multiply that by some dozen thousands. Yeah, that kind of expensive.
Now, meet our MC, who we'll call "Eren Regaey." He wasn't just some regular guy—nope, he was part of that elite class back in his previous world.
He was the kind of guy who could buy space weed without even checking his bank account. And what did he do with that luxury? He smoked it, of course—along with his buddies.
Common sense duh
They'd hang out, get ridiculously high, and laugh about how they were smoking something grown on another planet. Life was good... until Eren got a little too high one day.
See, after a wild session of smoking space weed, Eren was on top of the tallest building on Earth, chilling with his friends.
But his high brain? Yeah, it wasn't doing him any favors. The guy got so blasted that, in a moment of sheer stoner clumsiness, he managed to slip right off the edge of the building.
And not just any building—this was the tallest one, with over 700 floors. Eren fell from the 700th floor straight down, like a tomato dropping off a counter, except this tomato had a really bad day.
Splat. Just like that, he died. It wasn't pretty. His body hit the ground, and well... let's just say there wasn't much left to recognize. One moment, he was vibing with his friends, the next, he was tomato sauce on the pavement.
But now, here's the twist: even after all that, Eren hadn't quite figured out that he was dead. Nope. In his head, he still thought he was tripping from the space weed.
In fact, he hadn't even realized he'd transmigrated into another universe—the Naruto verse, of all places. As far as he was concerned, the whole thing was just one long, very convincing hallucination.
"Man, this space weed's really doing a number on me," he muttered to himself, looking around at the forest and the dead bodies scattered everywhere.
To him, it was just another trippy illusion, like one of those weird dreams where nothing made sense but felt oddly real.
He shook his head, still thinking he was way too high to care. Everything around him? Just another crazy hallucination, right? At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
{The Heavenly Demon Template has activated}
{You have been chosen as the successor of the eternal glory of the "One Above The Heavens."}
"What the—!" Eren exclaimed, still gazing around as if he were on a picnic, when suddenly a voice echoed in his ear.
A floating black-and-red screen materialized in front of him, filled with flashy patterns and glowing text that looked like something straight out of his favorite anime.
Seriously, why was there a system panel popping up right now? Eren was an otaku, so he knew exactly what a system was and how overpowered they could be.
But why the heck was this appearing now? None of his dreams or hallucinations had ever gotten this weird before, and that caught him completely off guard.
{First Mission is being assigned}
{Mission: Please Kill the Giant Tiger which attacked your Carvana.}
{Rewards: Heavenly Demon's Successor (Title), Access to Heavenly Demon's Library, Memories of Your Current Body, and Hell's Divine Tree(Energy Collecting technique).}
Before he could wrap his head around the mission, a thunderous roar cut through the forest, shaking him to his core. It was a sound so powerful that it felt like the very ground beneath him vibrated with rage.
A/N: It's my first time writing something, so please be easy on me! I'd appreciate it if you could add this to your library and leave comments to motivate me. Thank you!