Chapter 1: A Fan’s Regret

The evening air was thick with the scent of takeout and the familiar sound of the city—a blend of honking horns, distant chatter, and the soft glow of neon lights. Zaky trudged home, exhausted after another grueling day at the office. His mind was still tangled in the spreadsheets and reports he had been buried under, but beneath that mundane facade, he carried a secret passion. It wasn't the kind that was widely accepted; it was something deeper, more intense—his love for anime.

His heart raced at the thought of the latest episode of Naruto he had yet to watch. It was a ritual he cherished, a moment where he could escape reality and dive into a world of ninjas, epic battles, and, most importantly, complex villains. Zaky had always found himself drawn to the antagonists, those characters whose backstories resonated with him. It wasn't just about power; it was about pain, loss, and the relentless pursuit of a goal, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

As he turned the corner onto his street, his thoughts drifted to Otsutsuki Urashiki, the character who had fascinated him lately. With his unique abilities and mischievous demeanor, Urashiki embodied the villain Zaky secretly aspired to understand. The allure of wielding power, manipulating time, and bending fate to his will filled Zaky with a strange sense of yearning. But beneath that admiration lay a nagging question: what price did these villains pay for their power?

Suddenly, the world around him blurred as his mind raced with thoughts of his family. His mother, who had raised him alone after his father's early departure, always worried about his obsessive hobbies. "You need to focus on your life, Zaky," she would say. "Anime won't pay the bills." Her voice echoed in his mind, mingling with the vibrant images of chakra-infused battles.

Zaky's heart sank as he realized how much he had taken for granted. He had spent countless nights glued to his screen, raving about the intricacies of fictional worlds while neglecting the warmth of his home. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave. If only he had spent more time with his family, appreciating their love instead of getting lost in a fantasy realm. But now, as he walked down the street, he felt an insistent urge to embrace his life, to make amends, to be a better son.

Yet, as he continued his solitary journey, his thoughts spiraled deeper into the fantasy he loved. What if he could become a part of that world? What if he could embody the villain he admired, wielding unimaginable power? The very idea sent shivers down his spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

"Maybe if I had the chance, I could change things," he muttered under his breath, his words lost in the bustling noise around him. "Maybe I could understand the pain behind their choices."

The thought was interrupted by a sudden flash of headlights. Zaky looked up just in time to see a massive truck barreling toward him. Time slowed, his heart racing as instinct kicked in. He should have moved, should have leaped out of the way, but his mind was paralyzed by shock and fear.

In that brief moment of clarity, his life flashed before his eyes—his mother's smile, his childhood memories, the countless nights spent watching Naruto and dreaming of heroism. Regret seeped deeper into his heart as he realized he might never get the chance to correct his mistakes, to tell his family how much they meant to him. He had been so focused on chasing after the shadows of his dreams that he had lost sight of the light right in front of him.

With a deafening crash, everything went dark.

Zaky awoke to find himself in a surreal landscape. He floated above a shimmering void, vibrant colors swirling around him like a dream. Confusion gripped him as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Had he died? Was this the afterlife?

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the haze—a voice that was both commanding and soft, echoing in the vast emptiness. "Welcome, Zaky. Your journey is far from over."

"Who are you?" Zaky asked, his voice trembling. "What is this place?"

"I am the guide of fate," the voice replied. "You have been given a rare opportunity—a second chance to live, to experience power beyond your wildest dreams."

Zaky's heart raced at the possibilities. He thought of all those characters who had been reborn in their favorite worlds. Could he really become a part of the Naruto universe? He pictured himself as Urashiki, manipulating time and bending the will of others. It was everything he had ever wanted.

"However," the voice continued, "with great power comes responsibility. You will carry the burden of your choices. Embrace your villainy, or seek redemption—what you choose will shape the world around you."

Zaky's mind raced. Was he ready for this? Could he truly accept the darkness that came with being a villain? But as the images of his family flickered in his mind, a sense of determination blossomed within him. He wanted to understand the complexity of the characters he admired, to confront the pain and regret he had felt in his past life.

"I choose to embrace it," he declared, a newfound fire igniting in his chest. "I want to understand what it means to be a villain, to wield power and face the consequences."

"Very well," the voice replied, resonating with approval. "You shall be reborn as Otsutsuki Urashiki, a player in a game of fate. But remember, the path you tread is treacherous."

With that, Zaky felt himself being pulled through a vortex of light and shadow, a whirlwind of emotions swirling around him. As everything faded into white, a sense of exhilaration surged through him. He would not only be a part of the Naruto world; he would become a force to be reckoned with.

As Zaky opened his eyes once more, he found himself in a new body, one that pulsed with untamed energy. The world around him was vibrant, filled with colors and sounds he had only experienced through a screen. This was it; he was in the Naruto universe, standing amidst the chaos of a ninja world he had once idolized.

But as he stood there, gazing at his new surroundings, a deeper understanding dawned upon him. This was not just a chance to indulge in fantasies—it was an opportunity to confront his regrets, to make choices that mattered. With a newfound sense of purpose, Zaky took a deep breath, ready to embrace the journey ahead. The legacy of Otsutsuki Urashiki awaited him, and he would shape it with every choice he made.