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Reborn As Naruto: Lord of Chaos

Varun was a bad boy, a gang member with a rough past. He thought he had seen it all until he was caught in an ambush and died. But he was given a second chance at life and found himself reincarnated as Naruto Uzumaki. Sounds like a good deal, right? Not quite. Varun was bound to a system, which allowed him to transmigrate into the bodies of villians and heros alike from different movies, animes, and books. His mission: ???? ••••☆☆☆☆•••• Don't settle for the same old stories - embrace the unknown and experience a world of endless possibilities with my stories. Join my Patreon now. Link: patreon.com/thebookaddict

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Mindscape

Oh, what a delightful day it was! My apartment, once a garbage dump, now gleamed like a sparkling diamond thanks to my army of shadow clones. They worked tirelessly, fixing every nook and cranny, transforming it into a place that would put even the fanciest hotels to shame. I must admit, I did send those clones on a secret mission to channel their inner Martha Stewart, and boy, did they deliver!

These clones of mine, sneaky little devils that they are, managed to pull off the ultimate disappearing act. No one in their right mind would dare set foot near my apartment, but my clones handled their tasks like true ninjas, leaving no trace of their activities. A true ninja cleaning service, discreet and efficient!

And let's not forget about my faithful ratmen, residing in the apartments next door, keeping a watchful eye on things. They're the real MVPs, you know? Always there to lend a helping paw or whisker, ready to assist at a moment's notice. I should promote them to "Ratlords" for their unwavering loyalty.

Expelling those clones was quite the revelation. Who knew they were holding back so much knowledge and experience! It was like I had unlocked a secret treasure trove of wisdom.

And leveling up this incredible skill? Oh, you bet that's on my Epic Checklist. I'll be a master of cloning and wisdom-gathering in no time, and people will marvel at my supreme knowledge as if I were a walking library.

Ah, and my gift to Konoha, the gift that keeps on giving. They may have bestowed upon me a mountain of gog turd, but little did they know that with my newfound skills and knowledge, I can repay them in ways they can't even fathom. Cue the explosions of gratitude!

Now, as I bask in the soothing sound of explosions (because what's sleep without a little ambiance?), I lay in my luxurious bed, counting the countless sheep that now reside in my imaginary mansion. Yes, I've finally got running water! Who knew a simple thing like H2O could be so thrilling?

Thoughts of all the marvelous mayhem I could unleash upon the unsuspecting world danced through my mind. The night was serene, its tranquility punctuated by the harmonious symphony of explosions reverberating in the distance. Ah, the sweet serenade of explosions– what a lullaby!

And then, like a devious genie fulfilling wishes that only the twisted could conjure, I started my revenge on Konoha – that charming village that had caused so much distress to that "kid" and how will I forget the infamously named "dog turd mountain" they gifted me.

I felt a sense of equilibrium restored, as if the cosmic scales had finally been balanced. The return of the favor felt strangely gratifying, enough to quell any lingering insomnia. I must admit, I had an uncanny knack for drifting off to dreamland even amidst the cacophony of explosions. I guess you could say I'm wired differently.

But this was just the beginning. My mind was a fertile ground for creativity, a veritable factory of diabolical schemes. With a wicked grin worthy of any classic villain, I swore to rain down more "gifts" upon Konoha – my own personal signature of displeasure. Revenge, after all, is a dish best served explosively. The prospect of witnessing their reactions was almost as satisfying as envisioning the chaos itself.

Muhahaha...

My patented evil laughter resounded within the confines of my mind, as if even the air itself couldn't resist carrying the sinister melody. Each cackle seemed to echo my triumph, a testament to the fruits of my unorthodox labor – the labor that my clones, ahem, had undertaken. Clearly, my time was well spent.

And so, with a theatrical flourish and a sense of purpose that only a mastermind could possess, I embarked on the merging process once more. My mental landscape transformed into the realm of a demented scientist, complete with all the eerie trappings of a mad lab. I chuckled at the irony – who needs a relaxing beachfront when you can unwind in a laboratory of insanity?

The nine-tailed rascal's corporeal vessel found itself suspended in a tank reminiscent of those from a renowned horror game. And my loyal clone? Well, it was nestled comfortably in another tank, directly wired to my actual body. You see, if the clone decided to go kaboom, I was ready and willing to join in the explosive festivities. Talk about a symbiotic relationship, eh?

But that wasn't the pinnacle of my intricate design. Oh no, my imagination soared higher. Two chambers, housing the monstrosity and the puppeteer, were ingeniously connected by an intricate network of machinations that had sprung into existence purely from my whimsical desire. The lab itself was an embodiment of my control – an extension of my power.

As I stood there, hand thoughtfully stroking my chin in a quintessential pose of contemplation, an audacious idea took root in my ever-churning mind. Could I, in all my malevolent glory, simply conjure the fearsome Tsunade into existence within my personal mental realm? A wicked grin spread across my face, akin to that of a child contemplating mischief. The urge to experiment was irresistible.

Time flowed differently within this twisted mindscape of mine – a mere hour in reality was equivalent to a full sixty minutes in this surreal domain. Armed with this temporal oddity, I decided to put my curious hypothesis to the test.

The result was that I couldn't believe my luck when I found myself with a sexy milf as my personal assistant in my very own mindscape. It's like living the dream, but don't get me wrong, I'm not planning anything inappropriate here. She's going to be the one managing all the chaos while I catch some beauty sleep – you know, when I get knocked out cold.

And my amazing army of clones – a bunch of hardworking little devils. I mean, they're the reason my high-tech lab was built in just two days!

They constructed a hot spring-fueled Olympic-size swimming pool and even a whole damn mountain with a lush forest. It's like they've got some secret construction skills I never knew about. I'm so proud of them that I had to wipe away some imaginary tears of joy.

Now, these clones of mine have specific duties – they're not just goofing around. They handle everything from training to research and development. I'm planning to make the most of the time difference in this NARUTOVERSE, and with this bunch working non-stop, I'll be unstoppable!

I couldn't help but wonder how they manage to stay awake during the merging process. It's either they've got an insane pain tolerance that puts mine to shame – and trust me, I've been through some rough times – or maybe they just don't feel a thing. Yeah, it's probably the latter. Otherwise, I'd have a bunch of my carbon copies rolling on the ground, crying like babies.

I must admit, I'm itching to put my clones to the ultimate test – can they match the skills of my trusty rat man? It's like a crazy experiment waiting to happen, and I'm loving every moment of it.

So here I am, starting the merging process. I'm just lying back, getting ready for my beauty sleep, while my clones and sexy assistant handle everything with ease. It's like a sarcastically fun adventure in my mind, and I'm the king of this domain. Long live the mindscape!