Chapter 1-Undercover creation system

In a spacious office within the Hokage building, a man meticulously sorted through documents before finally rising from his seat. Squinting against the brightness of the sunlight streaming through the window, he contemplated his next task.

"I'm going to create a light curtain," he murmured to himself.

Considering the specifications, he pondered, "It doesn't need to be overly complicated. Just visible to everyone in the ninja world, capable of playing videos, and allowing for message barrages. The presentation method... perhaps something akin to Tomoko's countdown in The Three-Body Problem, projected directly onto the retina."

With a mental command, he attempted to materialize his vision. But instead of the expected result, a nearly transparent silver-white panel materialized before Gray's eyes.

[Ding! Not enough creative points.]

"Tsk!" Gray clicked his tongue in frustration, feeling the weight of his lofty request.

"Is the request still too high?" he pondered aloud, a tinge of dejection evident in his voice.

Nearly six years had passed since Grat had traversed into the world of Naruto, and Gray, like many others, possessed a natural advantage: a cheat.

His was the Undercover Creation System.

As the name implied, it allowed him to craft self-aware undercover puppets with the ability to change their appearances at will.

Gray's mission was clear: to control these puppets, infiltrate major ninja villages using identities and experiences provided by the system, and steadily rise through their ranks. Each promotion and expansion of influence earned him Creation Points, the system's currency.

With these points, Gray could materialize anything his imagination conjured, from Gundams traversing the universe to Omnitrixes or god-slaying swords like Avalon. It was a universal wishing machine.

Understanding the system's capabilities, Gray's eyes sparkled with possibility. After equipping himself with several self-protection abilities, he converted the remaining initial Creation Points into undercover puppets, dispersing them throughout the ninja world.

As he contemplated his next move, Gray considered the timing of his arrival in the 51st year of Konoha, shortly after the end of the Third Ninja War. All the villages were reeling from the conflict, making it a ripe period for recruitment.

"With so many undercover puppets," Gray mused, "even if luck isn't on my side, one or two of them should manage to advance."

Six full years had elapsed since Gray's arrival in the ninja world. Surprisingly, he found himself thriving as the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss. It was a realization that left him somewhat incredulous.

In the realm of Hokage, Gray learned that standing out required more than just strength and talent; understanding one's background was crucial. This insight explained why figures like Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi rose to prominence at a young age. While their abilities played a role, their connections and heritage mattered even more. Kakashi was the apprentice of the Fourth Hokage, and Itachi hailed from the esteemed Uchiha clan.

Reflecting on this, Gray comprehended why his capable undercover agents struggled to make headway. Despite their skills, their given identities by the system positioned them as civilian ninjas who had suffered profound losses in the Great Ninja War, leaving them isolated and bereft of influential connections.

Realizing the bleak prospects facing his agents, Gray understood that without intervention, their progress would remain stagnant. He, too, faced a future as an ordinary Jōnin, destined to serve as a mere backup dancer to Uchiha Madara when the Fourth Ninja War erupted.

Faced with this grim reality, Gray resolved to change his fate. He knew he needed to create an opportunity, to disrupt the status quo and propel his agents—and himself—towards success.

"If there's no accident, then create an accident," he declared, determination igniting within him. It was time to take control of his destiny and carve a path to greatness, even if it meant shaking the foundations of the ninja world.

Feeling the pressure of all the resources he'd already poured in, Gray decided it was time to switch gears.

Being a fan of online literature, Gray had soaked up his fair share of live broadcast spoilers and reviews even before he landed in this ninja world. So, he figured, why not put that knowledge to use?

With his undercover creation system at his disposal, he cooked up a plan: create a whole live broadcast setup for the ninja world. His undercover puppets would take the spotlight, showcasing a sneak peek of what's to come in the ninja world.

But here's the kicker: he didn't quite have enough creative points saved up for this grand idea. So, he set a limit: "Let's keep the light show to an hour, and target it to ninjas with Chakra."

As soon as he said it, the air around him got all wobbly, sending out this kinda mysterious vibe in every direction. Yep, things were about to get interesting.

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In the Land of Rain, within a dimly lit cave, the drip-drip of water echoed endlessly. Pain, deep in conversation with a mysterious masked figure about Akatsuki matters, suddenly sensed a disturbance ahead. They exchanged a knowing glance.

Pain, already wary of the masked man, furrowed his brow. "Did you cause this?"

"No," came the swift reply from beneath Obito's mask. His brows, concealed under the mask, mirrored Pain's frown. "I'm suspect it's some new trick from your Rinnegan."

"Hmm, that's odd..."

Pain lowered his head, mulling over the situation quietly. Aside from himself wielding the Rinnegan and the "Uchiha Madara" before him, who else could stir up such a commotion?

Could there be masters in the ninja world even stronger than the two of them? The thought hung heavily in the air, thickening the tension.

Meanwhile, Black Zetsu, lurking underground, observed the translucent light screen with a grave expression. Unlike Nagato and Obito, who were still finding their footing as new-generation players, Black Zetsu, born from Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's will, had existed since ancient times, dormant until now to fulfill his mother's purpose. He'd witnessed countless years, weathered numerous trials, yet this sight baffled him entirely.

"Darn it," he muttered, his expression darkening. "I hope this doesn't throw a wrench into my plans."

As the unseen orchestrator manipulating events from behind the scenes, Black Zetsu, usually in control, now found himself feeling an unfamiliar twinge of uncertainty and unease.

…

In the Hokage office in Konoha, Sarutobi Hiruzen took a puff from his pipe, addressing the Anbu ninja before him.

"Kakashi," he began, "I've assigned you to guide the Jōnin this year. You'll head to Anbu later to hand over your duties. Don't disappoint me."

"Got it," Kakashi replied curtly, his expression unreadable. "But, Hokage-sama, I need to make one thing clear upfront. If any of the students don't meet my standards..."

"You have the authority to decide if they graduate," Sarutobi interjected, exhaling smoke as if foreseeing the conversation.

"Any other questions?" he asked.

"No," Kakashi replied calmly, shaking his head.

Just as he was about to leave, a translucent light curtain materialized before them. Kakashi narrowed his eyes, lifting his forehead protector to reveal his Sharingan, scrutinizing the scene. Despite his Three Tomoe Sharingan, the light curtain remained unchanged in his field of vision.

As it turned out, the scene wasn't an illusion

....

Sound Hidden Village, within a dark underground laboratory.

Orochimaru and Yakushi Kabuto were deeply engrossed in studying Kimimaro's condition.

"Lord Orochimaru..." Kimimaro began, intending to advise Orochimaru not to waste his energy on a mere mortal like himself.

Suddenly, a light curtain appeared, catching several people's attention.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, intrigued.

"Interesting," he murmured.

While most ninjas might assume such a sight to be an illusion, Orochimaru perceived something different—the unmistakable beauty of advanced technology emanating from the light curtain.

If it were an illusion, Orochimaru knew the skill required would surpass his own considerable abilities by at least two or three levels. Yet, few in the ninja world could rival him, let alone surpass him to such an extent.

With a flick of his tongue against his lips, Orochimaru's gaze lingered on the translucent light screen before him, anticipation stirring within him. He couldn't help but wonder what lay behind it.

...

Simultaneously, the same light screen materialized before the ninjas of Kirigakure, Sunagakure, the Cloud Shinobi Village, Iwagakure, and other ninja villages.

Instinctively, many rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

After a moment, the light curtain began to fade, revealing several lines of silver text.

With bated breath, all eyes remained fixed on the screen, eagerly awaiting what would come next.