Dear Commander-in-Chief - Chapter 9 - This Master Was A Genuine Bigwig!

I shall see the end of this story.It was the dream of every reader to travel to the world of their favourite novel even if it was a fleeting thought.But that was impossible. A work of fiction will simply remain a story. But it was different for our MC.He suddenly found himself in the world of his favourite webnovel. The genre of his life completely changed.The new world was a world filled with destruction and death was lingering at every corner.He was the last reader and he must survive in this forsaken world.

Reborn in the Naruto world, Shin Uzumaki finds himself in the doomed Land of Whirlpools. As a member of the Uzumaki Clan! Trapped in a world filled with war, betrayal, and unimaginable power, Shin’s survival seems impossible.. Until it isn’t!![Ding! Replication System Activated!][Daily Login Reward: Common Replication Card.]​​​​​​​[Newbie Gift: Perfect Sage Body—​​​​​​​Adamantine Sealing Chains​​​​​​​—​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Four Symbols Seal​​​​​​​]With the power to Copy any Ability—whether it’s the Kekkei Genkai or Rinnegan or Forbidden jutsu—Shin begins his journey to dominate the Ninja World. [First task: Save Kushina and prevent the destruction of the Uzumaki Clan.]

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.