MTL - Turns Out I’m Crazy - Chapter 7 In a bad mood

Garou woke up in the world of Naruto, reborn as an ordinary civilian of the Hidden Leaf Village.To his shock, he discovered he suffered from the same limitation as Rock Lee: completely talentless in both ninjutsu and genjutsu. Worse yet, he belonged to the same generation as Naruto and the other members of the Konoha 12.But Garou wasn’t the type to quit. He knew that pure grind beats natural talent.Might Guy had already proven that much.However, unlike Guy, Garou had seen the end. He had watched the anime.He understood that taijutsu, as powerful as it was, always burned out like a firework, brilliant but brief.And this time, he had no intention of going out like that.Determined to break past the limits, Garou began creating his own techniques, pushing the boundaries of what a “mere” civilian could achieve.And the mysterious light orb in his mind granted him powers based on the influence his techniques had on others and the world itself.The world of Naruto would never be the same again.The grind doesn’t stop until the world bows before his fists.

I was a failed experiment

It was an enormous tsunami that completely covered the sky, and due to its dark water, the sun had been blocked out. A sense of despair ran through everybody as they looked towards the peaked wave quickly crashing down. But was I the only one who noticed the massive sea monster lurking towards the front of the wave? CRASH [Requirments Met] [System has been chosen] [Your god has been selected] [System Granted] [Poseidon System is being installed]

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.