Naruto: The dungeon I developed went viral throughout the entire ninja world.

Chapter 12 The Arrival of the Ninja World Pay-to-Win Mobile Game

Inside Roy's shop.

Genma Shiranui knew he had been stuck in the Special Jonin position for too long.

He has no bloodline limit, no secret techniques, and only knows a few regular ninjutsu and the Thousand Needles Throwing Technique.

On the real battlefield, he was just high-level cannon fodder.

He wants to become stronger.

Even if it's just a little more chance to survive.

Roy had given him a white membership card before, and then pointed to the newly added row of metal cockpits in the store.

"Go in, and remember to insert your card into the card slot."

"Since you're the first to try something new, here's a free trial for you."

Genma Shiranui took a deep breath, clutched the card, and went inside.

Although a small number of restless ninjas signed up for cards first, most ninjas were still observing and craning their necks to see what was going on.

If it's truly worth the price, I'd sell everything I own to buy it.

If it's a scam, then Genma Shiranui and that small group of ninjas are the ones who get ripped off.

Genma Shiranui lay down in the cockpit.

The hatch closed.

Identity verification passed.

[Current Permissions: Regular Member.]

[Optional Dungeon: Ultimate Survival: Death Forest (Solo Mode)]

"Ultimate Survival?"

I've never heard of that term before, Genma Shiranui.

But he saw the following description:

[Rules: 100 ninjas are dropped into the Forest of Death. They are initially unequipped and their ninjutsu is sealed. They must collect supplies, scrolls, and weapons within the map. The last surviving ninja is the winner.]

Pain synchronization rate: 50%.

[Death Penalty: Two hours of mental weakness.]

interesting.

Genma Shiranui chose to begin.

A feeling of weightlessness, followed by the sound of wind.

When Genma Shiranui opened his eyes, he found himself falling.

Below is the familiar Forest of Death.

Giant trees rose into the sky, and the roars of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts could be faintly heard.

"Wait, are you kidding me? There's nothing that can land us?"

He adjusted his posture and used ninja techniques to step on the tree trunk to cushion his landing.

The sensation underfoot is so realistic.

Is this an illusion?

No, this is more real than any illusion; it's like another world.

He subconsciously touched his ninja tool pouch, and what? It was empty.

His chakra was also suppressed, and he could only barely maintain his attachment to the tree.

"Is this the rule? Gathering supplies..."

Genma Shiranui, like a cheetah, darted into the bushes.

Ten minutes later.

He found a kunai and an explosive tag.

Footsteps could be heard ahead.

An unfamiliar ninja, who looked like an NPC, rushed out, carrying a long sword.

However, this was real killing intent; if he were attacked, he would be crippled even if he didn't die. He didn't want his time in the dungeon to end like this.

Genma Shiranui instinctively turned to the side, throwing out the twig he had picked up from the ground instead of the senbon needles. There were no senbon needles here, so he had to make do with what he had.

The branch pierced the other person's throat.

The blood was still hot, splattered on my face.

"This feeling..."

Genma Shiranui's heart raced.

This isn't a game; this is real combat.

Here, however, there are no worries and no need to consider the consequences.

Whether you kill or are killed, it seems to make no difference.

He lay in ambush in the forest for half an hour and killed three enemies in total.

Until he encountered a burly man carrying a Gatling gun.

Flames spewed out.

Before Genma Shiranui could react, he was riddled with bullets.

A piercing pain struck.

The bullet pierced his muscles and broke his bones, plunging him into darkness.

In the real world, the cockpit door opens.

Genma Shiranui suddenly sat up, panting heavily.

He instinctively reached for his chest.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding, no bullet holes, and the clothes were intact.

But the fear of death and the adrenaline rush still lingered in his body.

He climbed out of the cockpit, his legs a little weak, and the ninjas around him immediately surrounded him.

"How is it?"

"Genma, what's inside?"

"Can we really see the future?"

Genma Shiranui, leaning against the counter, wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

His eyes gleamed, as if he had struck gold.

"It was worth it."

He only said two words.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver? That's a steal!"

Genma Shiranui took the white card out of his pocket and stuffed it into his inner pocket like a treasure.

"That was the real battlefield."

"Don't worry about dying, don't worry about getting hurt. You can try any tactic, you can push any limit."

"For ninjas, that place is paradise!"

These words are more useful than any GG (Goblind Date), after all, they are firsthand accounts from participants.

What do ninjas lack? They lack real combat experience.

In casual sparring, they're afraid of hurting their teammates; when doing missions, they're afraid of losing their lives.

Suddenly there's a place where you can experience life-or-death battles an endless number of times and hone your skills—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

One hundred thousand taels?

The experience of buying a life is incredibly cheap!

"I want to apply for a card!"

"Me too!"

"Don't push! I was here first!"

Most of the ninjas who were still observing also went crazy.

Forget about money, let's get it done first.

Roy sat behind the counter.

He listened to the sound of the money bag hitting the ground, but he was more concerned about those who pulled out their scrolls.

"Boss, I'd like to get a card too, but I don't have any money."

A man with thick eyebrows, wearing a green bodysuit, squeezed to the front.

Matt Kai.

"But I have mastery of taijutsu! Leaf Whirlwind! Leaf Gale! And... Front Lotus!"

Kai slammed several reels onto the table.

"Can I get that VIP card?"

Roy's eyes lit up; physical skills were a good thing too.

"Deal! One gold card."

Kai excitedly accepted the gold card: "Youth! This is the choice of youth!"

With Kai taking the lead.

More ninjas started taking out scrolls.

"This is my insight into Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

"This is Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall!"

"These are my notes on my understanding of illusion!"

The system's backend data started flooding the screen.

[Includes C-rank ninjutsu: Wind Release: Great Breakthrough.]

[Includes B-rank ninjutsu: Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall.]

[Includes martial arts tips: the Power Fist style.]

[Includes insights into illusion magic: The Technique of Seeing Naraku.]

Roy looked at the data and could hardly contain his smile.

He's got his plans figured out perfectly; he doesn't need to go through the hardship of self-cultivation.

As long as these ninjas enter the dungeon and use ninjutsu within it, the system will automatically record, analyze, and copy the data.

Every customer is his employee.

They spend money and effort, desperately training in the dungeons.

In the end, it was Roy who became stronger.

"Boss."

A soft, feminine voice rang out.

Orochimaru's subordinate? No, he was a hidden spy.

An ordinary-looking man handed over a scroll.

"This is Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet. Rank B."

Roy glanced at it.

System notification: [Chakra fluctuations detected in Kirigakure.]

It seems to be a spy from Kirigakure.

But Roy didn't care at all; as long as someone paid him, he was a customer, regardless of whether they were a spy or not.

"One gold card. Here you go."

In just one morning.

Roy has compiled hundreds of low-level ninjutsu and more than a dozen B-rank ninjutsu.

Although no S-rank forbidden techniques have been acquired yet, this is just the beginning.

His ninja repertoire is being expanded at an alarming rate.

Even without system privileges, he can now roam freely in Konoha with just these ninjutsu.

Around noon.

The crowd dispersed slightly.

Roy counted the money, feeling quite pleased.

Suddenly, the light at the doorway dimmed.

The previously noisy crowd automatically parted to make way, like a wolf wandering into a flock of sheep.

Roy saw a silver-haired man walk in.

He was dressed in casual clothes, with a black mask covering most of his face and a headband covering his left eye.

He wasn't holding the iconic book, "Intimate Paradise," in his hand.

The exposed dead fish eyes, seemingly lazy, are actually sharp.

Kakashi Hatake, Konoha's number one ninjutsu master, is a man who has replicated over a thousand different ninjutsu techniques.

Roy had already anticipated that the spies were sent by the Third Hokage, and at that moment he put down the money bag in his hand.

Roy looked at Kakashi without any sign of tension or wariness; instead, he saw only greed for the treasure.

This contains thousands of ninjutsu techniques; what a huge database!

Raikiri, Chidori, various elemental escaping techniques, and even sealing techniques.

If we could hollow out Kakashi...

Roy stood up, straightened his collar, and his smile became incredibly bright.

This is a big client, a top-tier VIP among big clients. His forced smile was like that of a butcher seeing a pig to be slaughtered for the New Year.

Or perhaps the casino owner saw a gambler who had brought all his savings into the casino.

Welcome!

Roy welcomed them excitedly, but silently thought to himself:

"The big fat sheep is here."