Footsteps echoed through the walls of an exquisitely decorated yet exceedingly pure white hall, the shadows of the unreasonable high-quality ornaments illuminated by floating globes of blue chakra.
Yet these hallways, maddening in their perfection, reflected the indifference of the lavender eyes of the figure walking through them, as if they were just any old passage, and perhaps they were.
This environment only served to amplify the intimidating aura of pure power radiating from the tall, sickly pale, horned man.
This was Ōtsutsuki Kachūshiki, a member of the almost divine, parasitical clan of Celestials, who had clawed his way up to his high position as an Upper Person of the clan from the moment he had opened his eyes over 2,500 years ago.
Kachūshiki was greatly revered by his fellow clansmen for his strength, having subdued short of planets in his short time alive and had eaten countless Chakra Fruit, some even said he was close to attaining the desired godhood.
However, what the small yet almost godlike clan did not see was the otherworldly power guiding this individual—the force behind those arrogant eyes.
You see, this man was indeed Ōtsutsuki Kachūshiki—100% in fact, yet he was also a human named Todd Palmer who had been given the choice of reincarnation after having his soul misplaced while he was alive:
Todd had chosen to reincarnate into the iconic anime world of Naruto as an Ōtsutsuki alongside a System, a gift from the deity responsible for his death. And with it, he grew beyond the restraints set by the world.
Now this would all be fine, except for one horrifying fact: Todd was not what one would call a "good person".
This fact was reflected in the horrible life he lived, where it was him against the world, where everyone and everything hated him, giving him nothing good in his 29 years of life.
He was raised in and somehow also ended a harmful environment—abusive and terrible parents, gangsters for friends, cheating lovers, and so much more.
Now, given a second chance at life, Todd (or rather Kachūshiki) planned on taking everything for himself because he had nothing.
Not just power but everything. Whether it be his clan, his desires, or even the lives of others.
Kachūshiki saw an entire universe made ripe for his taking, where his most wicked desires could run rampant.
A universe where his previous life of suffering would allow him to transform everything into a perfect paradise—his perfect paradise.
A paradise of domination. Of indulgence. Of unchecked desire.
He had read the stories of overpowered protagonists who shaped the world to their whims. Now, living as one, his moral compass dissolved entirely.
Woman, money, worship—Kachūshiki believed they were all his for the taking.
He saw them all as possessions. Not people, fueled by this greedy mindset.
The world was his playground. Its inhabitants, his toys.
This twisted worldview allowed him to get far in this new life, yet it would also lead to destruction.
Whether his or the universe's? Only the gods could tell.
Yet with all the amazing power he now possessed, who but the absolute strongest in all existence could tell this twisted otherworlder otherwise?
Even among the Ōtsutsuki, few dared even question him; no, they embraced it.
From what little of his twisted ideology they could grasp, they admired.
Because to them, why shouldn't everything in existence belong to them?
They were gods, after all.
Power was the only absolute truth in this world.
And power—they had in abundance.
(End Chapter)