Naruto system rampages in another world

The white moon, the scarlet moon, the dark magatama

In the pupil of his left eye, there is a deep red eyeball, as beautiful as blood. In the center of the pupil, a monochromatic black magatama is slowly rotating, dark and deep, like ink and jade.

so gorgeous

Qin Hao opened his eyes, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and praised in a daze like a demon.

"Ding"

"Sharingan is being transplanted..."

"checking."

"Ding, the transplant failed and rejection occurred."

"Ding, unknown factors are interfering... The transplant was successful."

"Under testing. Single-eye transplantation, development level 17."

"Uchiha bloodline awakening failed"

At the same time, a series of information quickly poured into Qin Hao's mind, causing Qin Hao's expression to change several times.

"The Eye of Sharingan's Soul Reflection: The Eye of Indra, the Eye of Sin, has all kinds of mysterious powers and is unique to the Uchiha bloodline.

People with the Sharingan, while gaining great power, will also bear the curse of an unchangeable fate."

"Elementary Sharingan: The current development level is 17. When the development level is 100, the current complete ability of this eye will be obtained.

Current capabilities are as follows:

1. Dynamic vision: Powerful dynamic capture ability, which can observe and capture the trajectory of the opponent.At the current stage, the dynamic capture limit target agility does not exceed 17 itself.

2. Observation: By observing the enemy's movements, there is a certain probability of analyzing the opponent's intentions.The probability depends on the level, development, and dynamic vision of the Sharingan.

3. Portrait: All physical movements that can be captured with the eyes are non-special and can be copied through self-practice.The time it takes to determine the Sharingan level and current development level.

... .

Withdrawing his mind, Qin Hao repeatedly filtered the messy information in his mind and found that the most important piece of information was the development level.

It can be said that in addition to being linked to level, the most important factor in the strength of the Sharingan is its development level.

"I failed to awaken the Uchiha bloodline, so my primary Sharingan can only be developed to a maximum level of 50. In other words, it only has half the power of the real primary Sharingan, or less than half."

"However, this is not a problem. My development level is only 17 now. I will first find a way to increase it to the top level of 50."

As for how to improve, this time the message also generously gave rough hints, and Qin Hao already had an idea in his mind.

"Sure enough, there is no doubt about the power of the Sharingan. It is just a basic level, but it has three abilities?"

Although it does not seem to have an offensive ability when interpreted from the text, judging from the perspective of a professional player, this is much scarier than one or two pure attack skills. This is simply superimposing all skills and attributes. With the buff effect, the improvement is all-round, and the effect of the buff becomes more and more terrifying in the later stages.

Not to mention, the unparalleled growth and development potential revealed in this, Qin Hao can even vaguely guess how powerful these three abilities will become in the future as the Sharingan is promoted and developed.

Perfectly capture every little movement of the enemy, 100% predict the enemy's next move, flawlessly even copy every move of the opponent in advance

All-knowing and all-powerful

These four sudden words flashed in Qin Hao's mind, making him feel uncontrollably excited.

After a brief period of excitement, Qin Hao returned to reality. No matter how bright and beautiful the Sharingan's prospects were, it was only rudimentary at the moment, and its development level was only a pitiful 17.

"According to the extra information and pictures in my mind, the elementary Sharingan is also very powerful, but I still need to find a chance to test it out in order to have a personal experience."

With an icy grin on his face, Qin Hao took out a black kunai from the package and continued walking towards the depths of the mine.

Before he knew it, one night passed, and Qin Hao also walked slowly for 30 miles.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

To the south of Qingyun Sect, an abandoned mineral vein extends from underground for nearly 40 miles. Near the end, there is a huge pothole.

Above the pit are rows of stone houses. These stone houses have no plan. They are just randomly built not far from the huge pit.

The stone houses are all small bungalows, hundreds of them scattered here and there. Most of them are single houses, which were used to house the coolies who worked in the mining industry. Occasionally, there are some two-story stone houses with a small yard. Needless to say, they are This is where the slightly higher-ranking overseer lives.

At this moment, Qin Hao was standing in front of one of the small courtyards.

Gently touching the stone and soil on the courtyard wall, there was a smell of decay and decay. Qin Hao estimated that this place must have been abandoned for at least 10 years.

Pushing open the wooden door panel, naturally there was dust on the ground again. Qin Hao reached out to cover his mouth and nose and walked into the stone house.

There was a bronze lock on the door of the stone house. Qin Hao pulled the lock off with a slight tug and threw it aside. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a musty smell inside.

Qin Hao couldn't dodge and was covered in dust. He coughed twice, dusted off the dust on his body, looked around again, and after confirming that he was the only one here, he walked into the stone house with confidence.

There was nothing in the room, just some tattered tables, chairs and benches, swaying here and there, covered with thick dust and some cobwebs, but no spiders were seen.

The ladder between the first and second floors was made of wood. When Qin Hao stepped on it, it made a sharp creaking sound. He quickly stepped over and walked up to the second floor.

What comes into view are two rooms on the left and right. The room on the left is slightly smaller, with some hoes, shovels and other sundries piled inside, like a storage room.

In the house on the right, there was a wooden bed near the window. Qin Hao walked over numbly, not bothering with the dust on the bed, so he sat on it and leaned against the wall, his eyes looking faintly through The window looked outside.

Blood, water and dust mixed together, and after a night, it had already dried on his face. His whole body was as dirty as black coal, except for a pair of eyes that were unusually bright and clear.

One is black and white, and the other is red with black in it. It quietly stares at the desolate scenery outside, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

He was sitting on the bed, like a sculpture. If he wasn't still breathing and his eyes were still moving from time to time, anyone who saw him would probably think he was a dead person.

And at his feet, a dense pile of black bugs appeared at some unknown time. They were lining up and making noisy noises as they headed downstairs.

It soon appeared in the sight looking out the window, like a tide, quickly spreading around.

“I don’t know if anyone will chase me here.”

Qin Hao muttered softly, tapping the edge of the bed with his left index finger unconsciously, and next to his fingertip was something that looked like both an invitation and a nameplate.

The nameplate is surrounded by some strange and complicated patterns. These patterns wrap the entire nameplate, emitting a faint cold light in the sun. In the middle of the cold light, the three large characters "Zabuza" in the center of the nameplate are reflected.

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