"Ha!"
A sharp exhale escaped the lips of a young boy as his eyes fluttered open to a world cloaked in emerald shadows. The forest around him was dense—thick trees soared into the sky, their canopies merging into a green ceiling, filtering the sunlight into slivers. The air was cool and earthy, filled with the scent of moss and wet leaves. Birds chirped in the distance, and the rustle of small animals hinted at life hidden in the underbrush.
"So…" he muttered, confusion heavy in his tone.
His fingers twitched as he slowly pushed himself up. His heart raced. Fear and curiosity mingled in his eyes as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. His voice trembled with disbelief. "Did I not die?"
Memories crashed into his mind like thunder.
Year 2040. The world was on fire. Earth had been reduced to rubble by the selfish greed of mankind. World War III—a final, brutal conflict—had brought upon the planet a catastrophe unlike anything in recorded history. Entire regions, cities, mountains, forests—obliterated by nuclear warfare. Humanity lost billions. No corner of the Earth remained untouched by devastation.
On one of the bloodiest frontlines, near the border of South Korea and North Korea, a squad of soldiers fought valiantly. They had been assigned a hopeless mission—to push back the enemy's forces, knowing well that they were outnumbered, outgunned, and outmaneuvered. The enemies came like a wave, unrelenting, unstoppable.
Asmodeus was one of them. Just another soldier in the grand scheme of things. He watched, helpless, as his comrades fell around him—men and women he'd trained with, laughed with, bled with. Bullets tore through their bodies, screams rang across the battlefield, and yet, Asmodeus pushed forward, unwilling to give in. He fought until his body could no longer obey. He remembered the distinct sting of hot metal as machine gun rounds tore through his chest.
His final moments were filled with the blur of memories—his family's faces, his friends' laughter, his dreams. And then…darkness.
So why was he alive now?
Before he could ponder further, a sound cut through the silence.
-System Successfully Connected-
-Showing Status-
<-----Panel----->
Name: [Asmodeus]
Age: [12]
Sex: [Male]
<---Stats--->
Strength: 2
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 3
Chakra: 0.1
<---Skills--->
—
<---Talents--->
—
<---Bloodlines--->
—
<-Battle Power-> [3]
<-----Closed----->
"What!?"
He stumbled back, startled. A translucent blue panel had appeared in front of him out of thin air. His eyes darted around—was he hallucinating?
But the panel remained, steady and persistent.
"What the hell is this? Where did this come from?" he muttered, his breath uneven.
Despite the shock, he slowly calmed himself and began collecting his thoughts. He had always been analytical, and now was not the time to panic.
He focused on a word displayed in the interface: Devour.
"What's this 'Devour' skill…?"
Before he could investigate further, a metallic clash echoed through the forest—sharp, rhythmic, dangerous. Swords? Metal-on-metal contact?
He crouched instinctively, his soldier instincts still intact. I need to stay alert. There could be hostiles.
But something strange surged inside him—an urge. A pull.
His instincts screamed for caution, yet his body felt magnetized toward the direction of the sound.
"What is this feeling?" he whispered, his fingers tightening.
Despite the uncertainty, he followed the sound. Swiftly, but silently, he moved through the foliage until he reached a small clearing. He crouched behind a tree and peeked out.
There, in the clearing, four figures clad in black cloaks and animal-like masks clashed with a lone ninja. The masked attackers moved with inhuman speed, wielding weapons that gleamed under the filtered sunlight. The lone warrior wore a metal headband bearing a scratched symbol. He was formidable—dodging, weaving, retaliating.
Real-life superpowers? Ninjutsu? Asmodeus thought in awe.
The battle raged on. Fire danced across the battlefield, earth rose as barriers, clones vanished in puffs of smoke. Eventually, one of the masked men fell, his body limp. The remaining three, heavily injured, retreated into the trees, vanishing like ghosts.
The lone ninja, panting and bleeding, disappeared moments later.
Silence returned to the forest.
Asmodeus approached the fallen body of the masked attacker. His heart thumped in anticipation. He was drawn to it.
His hand trembled as he reached toward the corpse.
"Devour."
A black, misty fog erupted from his palm, swirling with a hunger that felt… alive. It consumed the corpse entirely within seconds, leaving no trace behind.
[Devour Complete]
<---Stats--->
Strength: [394,678]
Speed: [195,310]
Chakra Control: [39,741]
Chakra: [135,679]
<---Skills--->
<-Ninjutsu->
Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Jutsu (C-Rank) – Rapid small fireballs for mid-range combat.
Earth Style: Mud Wall (C-Rank) – Defensive technique.
Shadow Clone Jutsu (B-Rank) – Can create 1-2 clones efficiently.
<-Taijutsu->
ANBU Close-Combat Form (Modified Leaf Style) – Fast, flowing strikes for quick takedowns.
Basic Silent Takedown Technique – Standard ANBU assassination move.
<-Kenjutsu->
Basic Tanto Proficiency – Skilled with the standard ANBU blade.
<-Utility Techniques->
Chakra Suppression Technique – Masks chakra signature.
Wire Trap Deployment – Lays stealth traps.
<---Talents--->
▸ Stealth Movement Expert
▸ Quick Tactical Adaptation
▸ Solid Chakra Suppression
▸ Mid-Level Trap Mastery
<---Bloodlines--->
—
<-----Closed----->
Asmodeus gasped. An overwhelming surge of power coursed through his body. His muscles tensed, his mind raced.
[Memory Synchronizing...]
[Memory Synchronization Successful.]
A flood of foreign memories surged into his consciousness. Names, techniques, locations—entire missions played in his head like a documentary. He had absorbed the very essence of that ANBU ninja.
And now, he understood everything.
He was no longer on Earth. He was in the Narutoverse.
"I… I've been isekai'd," he whispered, disbelief laced with excitement.
He remembered the anime. The characters, the powers, the hidden villages. But this—this was real. The danger was real. The chakra was real. The pain, the death, the ambition—all of it was real.
The ANBU he had devoured was named Sentaro, part of a four-man squad sent on a high-risk mission. Their goal was to eliminate a rogue ninja reported near the village border. But the intelligence division had gravely underestimated their target's strength.
And they paid the price with their lives.
"Hah… So that's the situation."
A wicked grin formed on Asmodeus's face.
"I have an out-of-the-world skill. Devour. If I use it wisely, I can become the strongest. No—strongest in the world? No. Strongest in the galaxy. No. In the universe."
His voice was calm, but his ambition roared like a storm.
He remembered the death of his family—his little sister's laughter, his mother's warmth, his father's pride. All erased in an instant when a nuclear warhead obliterated their vacation resort. He had felt powerless then.
But not anymore.
"From this moment," he declared, "my true journey begins."
"Status."
A blue, hollow screen appeared before him.
<-----Panel----->
Name: [Asmodeus]
Age: [12]
Sex: [Male]
<---Stats--->
Strength: [394,678]
Speed: [195,310]
Chakra Control: [39,741]
Chakra: [135,679]
<---Skills--->
<-Devour-> Just touch a dead body and say "Devour." Simple.
<-Ninjutsu->
Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Jutsu (C-Rank)
Earth Style: Mud Wall (C-Rank)
Shadow Clone Jutsu (B-Rank)
<-Taijutsu->
ANBU Close-Combat Form
Basic Silent Takedown Technique
<-Kenjutsu->
Basic Tanto Proficiency
<-Utility Techniques->
Chakra Suppression Technique
Wire Trap Deployment
<---Talents--->
▸ Stealth Movement Expert
▸ Quick Tactical Adaptation
▸ Solid Chakra Suppression
▸ Mid-Level Trap Mastery
<---Bloodlines--->
—
<-----Closed----->
He closed the panel, his eyes glowing faintly with the surge of chakra.
With this power, the Naruto world would never be the same.
End of Chapter 1