MULTIVERSE TRAVEL STARTS FROM NARUTO WITH GACHA

"I don't understand why Father keeps you alive. You're nothing but dead weight," a ten-year-old boy sneered as he kicked another lying on the ground.

Seeing no reaction, the boy clicked his tongue in irritation and decided to leave.

As the boy walked away, the one on the ground slowly opened his eyes. His blurred, blue-tinged vision struggled to focus as he weakly tried to sit up. "Why do I feel pain?" he murmured.

After rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. The place around him didn't look even remotely familiar. Confusion hit first, but then he glanced down at his hands and froze. They were tiny. Way too small.

"What the…" he mumbled, only to stop dead. His voice. It was high-pitched, almost squeaky, like some little kid's.

He reached up, touching his face, his heart pounding. "No, no, no," he muttered under his breath, panic bubbling up. "This can't be happening. I didn't ask for this!"

His chest tightened, and he clenched his fists. "Why the hell did I get transmigrated?!"

It felt like something triggered in his mind, and the next second, a sharp, intense pain shot through his head, as if it was going to crack open.

"Ahhh!" He cried out, gripping his head tightly, trying to hold it together.

The pain began to fade after a few seconds, but a dull throb remained, making him dizzy. Slowly, he dragged himself back, leaning against the wall for support, his breath shaky as his mind tried to catch up.

"What the hell...?" he muttered, voice hoarse. "Did I really end up in the Naruto universe?"

He looked around, the shock setting in. This wasn't Konoha, or any other ninja village. "And I'm not even a ninja," he said bitterly. "I'm the son of the last daimyo... the older brother of the current one."

It hit him all at once, and he froze. "This is insane."

Taking a deep breath, he decided to try his luck before worrying about the future. "System," he shouted.

He remembered from many fanfictions how the main character often didn't try calling out to their system, thinking they didn't have one, only to find out years later that they have it.

As he anticipated, a transparent blue screen, like the one from Solo Leveling, appeared in front of him, displaying:

System Online

"Looks like I'm not totally alone," he muttered, praying whatever he got would actually be useful as he start checking the functions.

[1/2]

[ Name: Hiroshi Kenshiro

Race: Human

Character Assimilation:

In Progress:

-[Empty]

Assimilated:

-None

Summoned characters:

-None

Powers:

-None

Equipped items:

-None]

[2/2]

[Gacha Points: 1

Gacha Mode:

- NORMAL (1 card for 3 points )]

"What kind of shit luck is this?" he muttered angrily. The system hadn't given him anything like a starter package or any advantages.

It was just a typical gacha setup. He had to wait three days to get a card since he only earned one gacha point a day apparently, that was the only way to get points for now.

The cards in the system were from every corner of the Omniverse. He could pull characters from Harry Potter to Sacred Gear from DxD. There were templates he could assimilate to absorb their experience, skills, and powers or summon them at his command. The potential was endless, from quirks in MHA to the Lasso of Truth from DC.

The cards also included the potential to unlock additional gacha functions, like extra assimilation slots .

Right now, only the normal mode was unlocked, meaning the cards he pulled were completely random. Maybe, in the future, he'd unlock specific modes for particular worlds like Attack on Titan mode or even an anime only mode that would bring in cards exclusively from different anime verses.

He sighed, standing up with some effort as the pain in his body lingered. "That bastard," he muttered, thinking back to how his cousin, who was the same age, had just beaten him minutes ago.

He made his way over to the corner, grabbing the pot of water and taking a few slow sips. Wiping his lips, he moved toward the bed. There was nothing more he could do right now, and he was drained, the stress taking its toll. He lay down, closing his eyes, hoping sleep would offer him some escape.