Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng - Chapter 283

Found yourself here? why not read abit, its only 20 chapters. just a little bit of your time, who knows you might like what you see or perhaps you won't but a man can hope...***I was born in darkness and lived my life within it.But when the choice came, I willingly stepped into the light.Was it desire or a whim that made me do it?I don’t remember.I never had a name. They were foreign to me, yet I yearned for one. Why?I don’t remember.I remember how emotions once felt—how I couldn’t understand them.To me, they were like the flavors of ice cream.Now I can feel them, but they are too conflicting.Why do I feel sad, excited, and at peace while looking at the rain?Why are my feelings so conflicted, so contradictory, even over the simplest things?Was discarding so much of myself and becoming human worth it?My past self would say yes without hesitation.But in the present, I find myself wondering… hesitating.Was it really worth it? If yes,then why do I feel so empty?I can’t go back. I must walk forward without hesitation and regret.Perhaps this emptiness will fade with time.I can only hope.To my past self:I have achieved the goal you were seeking.I hope I didn’t let you down.I hope to make you proud.

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.

Fujimoto Tōma is born in the Hidden Leaf Village with nothing to make him special.No famous clan. No inherited kekkei genkai. No dead legend waiting to be praised.Reincarnated into the world of shinobi, Tōma quickly realizes that wishing for bloodline luck is pointless. Talent exists, chakra exists, and effort exists. If he lacks the first advantage, he’ll sharpen the latter two until they draw blood.While other children dream loudly of becoming Hokage, Tōma trains quietly, treating every day at the Academy as an investment. Faster hands. Cleaner chakra control. Sharper judgment. He doesn’t chase glory; he builds foundations.Set in Naruto’s era, alongside familiar faces like Uzumaki Naruto, Tōma walks a harder road. An ordinary background means every step forward must be earned, and every mistake will cost more than it would for those born blessed.This is the story of how far a “normal” shinobi can climb in a world ruled by bloodlines, legends, and monsters and whether discipline and talent, honed without shortcuts, can stand tall among them.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️THIS NOVEL PARTICIPATED IN WSA 2025!---Nero Vaelheim. A name etched in history as that of a fleeting antagonist, a mere stepping stone for the heroes.But what if the pawn refused to be sacrificed?When a devoted reader is reborn in the body of this doomed villain, he has only one goal: to break the script, rewrite his fate… and bend this world to his own rules.After all, why settle for being an obstacle when you can become the ultimate threat?