- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 157
Staring at the scorched earth in front of him, Fang Bo stretched lazily, feeling somewhat exhausted. The battle was finally over.
To take her down, he had to sacrifice almost all of the remaining first-tier ghost spiders. At this point, only one third-tier spider general and two second-tier spider soldiers remained by Jorogumo’s side.
He instructed one of them to start devouring Anko’s body, believing that soon, he would have another third-tier ghost spider.
Considering the terrifying power of a ninja’s attacks, Fang Bo thought it was best to hatch another spider general. The reason? It had enough durability to absorb damage, and in crucial moments, it could serve a significant role—if nothing else, it could at least act as a mobile life supply for Fang Bo.
As for why he didn’t siphon life from Jorogumo directly…
The reason was simple: the process of draining life was far from pleasant. It felt like having someone carve out your flesh with a knife. Unless absolutely necessary, Fang Bo preferred not to extend his deadly claws toward his own shikigami.
As the evolution of the second spider general completed, Fang Bo waited for a while until Jugo and Guren, who had gone hunting, returned.
“How did it go?”
“All dealt with.”
Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Fang Bo nodded and gave them to Jorogumo as a snack. Before long, two more first-tier workers were hatched, and the team’s numbers began to slowly grow again.
“Let’s move. Time to leave this place.”
After wiping out Anko’s team, there was no reason to linger. Staying around could attract unnecessary trouble. There was no way to clean up the scene; the webs surrounding the area would make it easy for Konoha to guess who attacked Anko.
But that didn’t matter. Konoha had always been weak in diplomatic matters, and besides, Orochimaru would be taking the heat for everything soon. When the big battle began, who would even care about Konoha’s higher-ups?
After moving far from the battlefield, Fang Bo finally took a moment to review his spoils.
[Achievement: Environmentalist (Completed)]
[You have earned the title “Fire Style Must Die”]
*Fire Style Must Die*: +3% damage to Fire Style ninjas, reduces fire damage by 5%.
Another title, though its attributes were mediocre. It would likely end up as material for future synthesis.
But the progress on his war mission made Fang Bo quite pleased.
[War Mission 2: Kill 16/20 enemy village ninjas]
[War Mission 3: Kill 1/3 Jonin]
He only needed to kill four more enemy village ninjas to complete the second war mission. After that, during the intermission between the second exams, Fang Bo would have to figure out a way to track down two more Jonin.
Since Special Jonin were also counted as mission targets, there were many ways to complete this.
For example, Moonlight Guy and his pretty girlfriend, Uzuki Yugao.
Fang Bo, being a kind-hearted person, couldn’t bear to see someone sad, so he might as well send the two of them together to the Pure Land.
Then, there was the golden chest that Anko had dropped.
Without a doubt, it was of gold quality. If someone like Kakashi, an elite Jonin, had been defeated, he would have likely dropped a red-quality chest. Even among Jonin, the gap in strength could be enormous.
Kurenai and Asuma belonged to the lowest tier of Jonin, but even they were far stronger than Anko. Fang Bo’s chances of winning against them were less than 20%.
“Forget it. They were never within my range of potential targets anyway.”
[You have obtained a golden story chest]
[You have gained 400 story points]
[You have gained a sealed commission letter]
[You have obtained a summoning contract (Little Gray the Python)]
[You have obtained the ninjutsu scroll “Hidden Shadow Snake Hands”]
The sealed commission letter: Upon opening, you will receive a side quest. Please note, the intended recipient of this mission was a Special Jonin.
In other words, the mission difficulty would be very high. Without near-Jonin-level strength, it was better not to touch it.
Fang Bo didn’t need it. Konoha had too many “resources” to exploit, so he wasn’t about to run off on some random mission. Unless it was something special, like a quest to retrieve the Second Hokage’s Thunder God Sword.
His treasury was still fairly sparse, and any mission that could provide him with good weapons was worth taking. Once the second exam was over, Fang Bo intended to track down a certain rogue ninja.
As for the summoning contract, Fang Bo had no interest in it. Why bother with a snake when he already had a giant spider?
The level of “Hidden Shadow Snake Hands” wasn’t particularly high either. While it was practical, it wasn’t very useful to Fang Bo at his current stage.
When the next internal trading session took place, he would sell all of these items in one go.
Once the trades were complete, he was confident his story points would break the ten thousand mark.
“This is a historic moment,” Fang Bo thought, wiping away a tear.
After regrouping, the team set out again, their goal still being to head toward the central tower. If they encountered isolated reincarnators, they would kill them, but if the enemies were in large groups, they would back off.
In truth, Fang Bo was wary of opportunistic players. He would rather forgo some points than let someone else take advantage of him.
As they ran, Yaoyao kept looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Seeing this, Fang Bo asked casually, “What’s up? Need to find a place to take a dump?”
Ignoring the man’s snark, the little girl asked worriedly, “Are we really not going to get in trouble for killing an examiner?”
“Of course there’ll be trouble.”
“Wha-?”
“Don’t worry, as long as we’re not caught, it’ll be fine.”
“Oh, that’s a relief.”
“But being caught is only a matter of time.”
“Wha-?”
Without paying any more attention to the panicked little girl, Fang Bo deliberately avoided the area where Orochimaru was toying with Team 7. After all, he had just killed one of Orochimaru’s students, so it wouldn’t be wise to walk right into the man’s face.
Besides, nothing good would come from dealing with the main characters.
Sasuke was Orochimaru’s prized possession, someone no outsider could interfere with. Orochimaru’s soul was so damaged that his resistance to genjutsu had become negative, leading him to blindly worship the Sharingan.
Once technology advanced enough to allow the artificial cultivation of Sharingan, Orochimaru would likely lose all interest in it.
As for Naruto, killing him wasn’t an option. The Eight Trigrams Seal was protected by Minato’s chakra, which would interfere if anyone tried to remove it.
Would Fang Bo go out of his way just for Sakura? Of course not.
He’d rather head to the central tower and rest. The preliminary matches of the second exam were still ahead.
“Kind of miss Karin.”
Without the human radar, Fang Bo could no longer accurately detect what was happening around him.
About two hours later, he accidentally stumbled into an enemy’s trap. Twelve reincarnators surrounded him, and their sheer numbers were terrifying.
“Damn it.” Fang Bo’s heart raced, and he immediately prepared to have Jugo unleash his full killing intent. Up until now, Jugo had only been using his first curse mark state, far from reaching his full potential.
When Jugo unleashed his second-stage curse mark, his entire appearance would undergo a significant transformation, resembling the form he took during the battle with the Raikage at the Five Kage Summit.
Only by acting this way could the team escape from so many powerful opponents. Without Jugo in his second-stage curse mark to draw the enemy’s fire, Fang Bo and Jorogumo wouldn’t stand a chance against the enemies’ firepower.
“I’ll go first.” Dark marks began spreading across Jugo’s body as he prepared to take action.
Just at this critical moment, the reincarnators from the Hidden Sand Village appeared.
Ghost Sword Yordel stood tall, his cold, emotionless gaze sweeping across everyone in front of him. “How about giving me some face, and we all stop here?” he said.
As they say, a person’s reputation precedes them. As one of the top figures in this battlefield, Yordel’s name had already spread far and wide. Standing there like an unsheathed blade, no one in the opposing group dared to meet his eyes.
In the end, what was about to turn into a great battle ended rather anticlimactically.
Fang Bo slowly relaxed his clenched hand, knowing that a transparent sword had likely been in it moments earlier. Those who didn’t know him well would easily overlook that Yordel was actually a rare dual-sword fighter.
“You alright?” Yordel asked, his gaze lingering on Yaoyao for a moment before offering a sincere invitation. “The road ahead won’t be easy. How about joining us?”
Many of those present were members from the trading session, and Fang Bo knew that traveling together with them meant there would be little to fear from any enemy.
Considering that other reincarnators had begun forming groups, Fang Bo thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
With companions from the same faction, their journey became much smoother. No one with any sense dared to cause trouble.
During the journey, Fang Bo asked about the previous battle, and the answer he received wasn’t surprising.
The Hidden Rock forces, leveraging their numbers and strong condition, had overwhelmed both the Hidden Sand and Hidden Cloud reincarnators in a direct confrontation.
“We scattered and fled, and it took great effort to gather these people,” Yordel said with a hint of melancholy.
It was clear he wasn’t satisfied with the current situation. As the leader of his faction, he should have been thinking about the bigger picture, but earlier, his judgment had been clouded by hatred.
His great revenge was still unfulfilled, and now, it had burdened the entire faction.
Thankfully, thanks to the performance of Gatling Bodhisattva, the Hidden Sand faction wasn’t sitting at the bottom of the leaderboard.
Currently, the Hidden Rock faction, with their well-executed strategy, was dominating the rankings with a massive lead, far ahead of the second-place Hidden Sand.
Thanks to a few powerful individuals and Gatling Bodhisattva’s contributions, the Hidden Sand had a slim lead and held second place.
In third was the Hidden Mist faction, mostly due to the efforts of the Quincy, Long Xian.
Fourth place was Konoha, who, despite appearing silent, had managed to keep their score close to the top contenders.
At the bottom was the Hidden Cloud faction. Despite having a super-strong individual, their overall team was too weak. Had it not been for interference from the Hidden Rock, the Hidden Cloud might have been wiped out entirely by the Hidden Sand reincarnators.
“The scores likely won’t change much now. The focus will shift to the individual battles,” Yordel said, and Fang Bo nodded in agreement.
It wasn’t about how many points you earned—it was about being able to keep them. As soon as someone died, all their points would be wiped out instantly, no matter how much they’d accumulated.
As such, high-point individuals would inevitably become prime targets for others. This might even include Fang Bo, who had climbed into the top ten on the personal leaderboard.
If individual battles started, Fang Bo knew his opponents would stop at nothing to kill him, a top fighter from the Hidden Sand faction.
If they succeeded, the faction’s chance of turning the tide would be slim, unless the other top fighters were all wiped out as well.
Of course, that was highly unlikely. The high scorers had earned their points because they were incredibly strong. Finding opponents who could match them, let alone defeat them, would be nearly impossible.
At least for Fang Bo, he didn’t care much about the so-called top players. In fact, he was quite eager to challenge them.
A three-attribute-max reincarnator was worth 15 points. If he could take down a few more, he would have more contribution points than he could spend.
Not only was he aiming to break 10,000 in story points, but Fang Bo also hoped to rack up over 100 contribution points, which would help with Jorogumo’s transformation.
Once she became a follower, Fang Bo would have an empty skill slot and could possibly choose a new summon.
“A powerful ranged archer or maybe a magic-based artillery-type would be perfect,” he thought, letting his imagination run wild.
In the distance ahead, the central tower, their destination, was finally within sight.
(End of Chapter)