The Lone SF Transmigrator in the Otherworld Forum - Chapter 85: Prohiden (4)

Being a neurosurgeon and then dying from brain cancer wasn’t on my to-do list, but I was handling it… right up until a nurse suffocated me with a pillow. Yes, unfortunately, you read that right.Not exactly the way I expected to go, but it got me here—to the Rebirth Bureau—where I get an offer I can’t refuse: pick any world to be reborn in, with the ability to build my character like a video game: loot boxes and even a class. Naturally, I pick the Naruto world, but not as some overhyped Uchiha or Hyuga. No, I chose the Yamanaka clan—underrated, overlooked… perfect.With my character build, I’ll become not just the strongest Yamanaka, but the strongest shinobi, period.The Shinobi world has no idea what’s coming—and neither do you. Let’s begin.###This story blends action, slice-of-life, comedy, and serious topics into a multi-dimensional journey.The MC is a genius, but nothing comes easy—he earns his power through hard work and strategy. Expect a lot of new jutsu, tactical battles, plenty of humor, good food, and even better vibes. If you’re into an overpowered yet smart protagonist, this is the story for you, so don’t hesitate any more and start reading!

The mysterious force known as the Essence Record finally descended upon Earth, tearing the world asunder and reshaping it through chaos and evolution.Cities turned to ruins. Animals mutated. Some humans lost their minds, others became monsters. Only a few survived the Awakening… and were granted the right to evolve.A new world was born, where the old rules meant nothing. The only law that remained was survival—where hesitation equals death.Adam, an ordinary college student, finds himself alone, far from home, in a world no longer built for the weak. His only goal: to find his family—if they’re still alive in this broken world.No god, beast, demon, man or zombie shall stop him. As long as he draws breath, he won’t stop.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

To take a dragon's hoard is to challenge death.The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.