Prodigy With Alternate Multiverse Chat Group System - Chapter 21

This a Naruto AU.

Everything has to be studied to understand its meaning, Chiba Shiraishi realized that when he had transmigrated to a new world he has no knowledge of, he only knew he was in the village of Konoha.

Shiraishi couldn’t sleep, so he took out the book he had picked up “The Will of Fire” and read it carefully in the middle of the night, only to see the words in cracks.

The whole book was written with two words – Pyramid Scheme.

Shiraishi felt hesitant and fearful for a iwhile, and he decided that sooner or later, he must escape from this brainwashing organization called Konoha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or this fic.

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