MTL - I Just Became An Immortal, My Descendants Beg Me To Come Out of the Mountain - Chapter 393 From Immortal Way, the Great Emperor's Hope

At just four years old, Ryosuke Hyuga trains relentlessly in the Hyuga clan courtyard, sweat dripping from his brow and determination burning in his eyes. Once a member of the oppressed branch family, Ryosuke was destined for the curse seal and a lifetime of servitude to the main family. But fate had other plans.Reborn into the world of Naruto, Ryosuke awakened the Byakugan at birth — a feat unheard of even among the Hyuga. With his rapidly advancing eye techniques and innate talent, the clan hails him as a once-in-a-generation prodigy.Hyuga Hiashi, the clan head who temporarily adopted him, watches his progress closely. The moment news arrives of his newborn daughter's birth, Hiashi makes a shocking declaration:“From this day forward, you are the future husband of my daughter, Hinata. You will marry into the Hyuga main family.”No cursed seal. No servitude.Ryosuke will rise — not as a pawn, but as the shadow behind the Hyuga's future.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”

“Bro, why do we become adventurers?”“The bounty for a goblin is three silver coins.”“No, you misunderstood me, buddy. I mean our ultimate goal in this line of work, the meaning behind all our hard work day in and day out?”“A goblin, three silver coins.”“...”“Three silver coins.”“Alright, here's a task to clear out a goblin nest, you...”“Charge!”-------------------Elements: [Bottomside Adventurer], [Hodgepodge World View], [Pseudo DND]

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…