RWWOKS Chapter 166

As Fang Bo continued on his journey, things remained lively on the Konoha side, with one big news story after another.

The night after the Chūnin exams ended, a group of masked criminals attacked Gaara.

These people were incredibly strong and even managed to break through his absolute defense, causing the temperamental Jinchūriki to bleed.

Gaara lost control, unleashing Shukaku’s power, which finally forced the attackers to retreat.

But the impact of this incident was far from over.

Revealing Shukaku’s existence early was bound to have a major effect on future plans to bring down Konoha.

While this assault ended, another group ambushed Hayate Gekkō elsewhere.

It goes without saying that the attackers were reincarnators—they needed the heads of the strong to complete their war missions.

This ambush did not fail. Hayate, despite being a special jōnin, couldn’t stand against the group of beasts.

When he was found, only a broken corpse remained at the scene.

Many similar incidents followed. With the end of this dimensional war approaching, everyone was trying to finish their remaining tasks.

Reincarnators were taking frequent action, and even the storyline forces were far from peaceful.

A string of murders infuriated Konoha’s higher-ups, with the Anbu patrolling the village nearly 24/7.

Suspicion of Sand’s unusual movements had been raised, but without concrete evidence, any action would be rash.

At least, Hiruzen Sarutobi, a dove by nature, didn’t want to risk village tensions over the lives of one or two people.

In contrast, Danzo Shimura, the hawkish leader of the Root, was deeply dissatisfied with his old friend’s weakness.

One would expect him to stir up trouble behind the scenes, and Hiruzen was tense about it for several days. But, in the end, Root didn’t make any extra moves.

“Really unlike him,” Hiruzen remarked.

While Konoha was in turmoil, Sand was also stirring like a storm.

Since Fang Bo’s arrival, everything he did was changing the Village of Sand. Whether he wanted to or not, some transformations were already unstoppable.

Late at night, Chiyo returned to her hotel in Konoha, only to find a cloaked figure upon opening the door.

To the public, he was merely an ordinary attendant, but only Chiyo knew his true identity.

“Sigh.” She let out a soft sigh, walked to a chair, sat down, and spoke with some sadness. “Do you even need sleep anymore?”

Ignoring her question, the man in the cloak spoke in a cold tone, “Are you sure you want to do this? You know I bear the label of a rogue ninja.”

“Exactly why I brought you here, you silly child,” Chiyo’s gaze showed a brief flicker of sorrow, though she quickly concealed it. “Only by earning merits can you win the trust of those stubborn elders in the village. Then I’ll have a chance to push you to the position of Fifth Kazekage.”

“.I thought I was already bold enough.” The man in the cloak was silent for a moment, seemingly touched by some emotion.

Then he stood up and poured the old lady a cup of tea.

“Destroying Konoha won’t be as easy as you think,” he said.

As he pushed the teacup forward, Chiyo frowned at his words. “Don’t forget, I was once a member of the Akatsuki. Pain despises betrayal.”

In other words, his presence here might attract Akatsuki assassins.

Just as he was once ordered to pursue Orochimaru.

Lifting his black cloak, the young face of Sasori of the Red Sand appeared. “Considering the strength of those people, leaving alone would be the wisest choice.”

Seeing Chiyo remain silent, Sasori gave up the thought of leaving and began planning ways to deal with enemies.

Fighting alone wouldn’t work; he needed other puppets for support.

In the last battle, he lost his entire army of puppets, and even the puppet of the Third Kazekage was too damaged to be of use.

Even if it could be repaired, it wouldn’t perform as it once did.

Moreover, if he wanted to regain recognition in the Sand Village, he couldn’t let this human puppet be exposed to outsiders.

There were issues everywhere, yet Sasori of the Red Sand continued to respond calmly.

Reclaiming his sense of self, he no longer wanted to lose the warmth before him.

“Maybe the enemies won’t come that quickly,” Chiyo murmured.

At the border of the Land of Fire, two figures walked forward, heading toward Konoha.

One had a strange appearance, looking like a terrifying shark from afar, with a writhing weapon on his back.

“Returning to familiar ground, you must have mixed feelings, Itachi.”

“Not really.” The other man wore a straw hat, his face obscured.

These two were the Akatsuki assassins dispatched for the mission.

The man in the straw hat was originally from Konoha and was naturally familiar with the area.

He thought he could handle this alone, but for some reason, his companion insisted they complete the mission together.

Casting a sidelong glance at the shark-faced companion, he understood this guy was undoubtedly a spy sent to monitor him.

From the beginning, Madara Uchiha had never trusted him.

As he gazed at the familiar forest, memories flooded back to him, with scenes from the past replaying in his mind.

…..

Tanzaku Street, the famous pleasure district in the southwest of the Land of Fire.

The place was filled with casinos, hotels, and countless entertainment spots.

Walking through the bustling streets, Fang Bo waved at the young women around him.

“Too bad time is limited. Otherwise, I’d love to truly experience the customs of the Naruto world.”

Soon, he arrived at the biggest casino in the area.

According to recent rumors, a legendary “big spender” had been coming here to gamble every night.

Getting there early would allow him to stage the perfect show.

“Welcome!” A hostess with long legs walked up, holding onto Fang’s arm.

When she saw him take out 500,000 ryō to exchange for chips, her smile grew even more seductive, pressing herself closer to him.

Fang Bo remained calm on the surface, giving her a subtle wave with a chip.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

As he sat at a table, the bunny girl snapped out of her daze, yawned, and returned to greet new guests. Seated on a leather chair, he refused an offer for a drink and casually tossed a chip forward.

He hadn’t forgotten—he still had an achievement task to complete. It was the perfect chance to aim for a new title.

[Achievement: Financial Freedom II, requiring a cumulative 30 million ryō.]

[Big Spender (Passive Title): Attracts opportunists, increasing the chance of acquiring rare items.]

This was his current title, though he didn’t know what changes the upgrade would bring.

“Come to think of it, I should be able to unlock title synthesis when I return to the space.”

The thought increased Fang Bo’s excitement.

Since the trap was set, all he had to do was wait for the prey.

Ding-dong!

As the roulette wheel stopped spinning, the beautiful dealer smiled at him. “Congratulations, sir, you won.”

“Thank you, keep going.” Throwing several hundred-thousand-ryō chips, Fang Bo smiled and nodded at her. “Let’s continue.”

On his second bet, he won again, his assets quickly surpassing the million mark.

“Once more.”

Before long, Fang Bo’s winning streak quickly caught the attention of the casino officials.

In a place like this, there would inevitably be skilled gambling ninjas stationed to prevent any hidden cheating.

But no matter how the expert looked him over, he couldn’t detect any sign of foul play, which made everyone present grow more uneasy.

This could only mean one thing: this newcomer was an incredibly formidable talent.

“Go get that person over here,” the manager said, frowning but remaining unshaken.

In a world of powerful ninjas, anyone able to run a casino wasn’t an ordinary individual.

Why, for example, had someone as money-obsessed as Kakuzu never tried to use gambling or robbing casinos to make a fortune?

The reason was simple: the underground world ran deep.

Even those as strong as Sasuke in his black outfit and Orochimaru had to abide by its rules, let alone anyone else.

So, before the true experts arrived, Fang Bo had to fulfill his achievement requirements.

“Thirty million ryō, just a matter of minutes.”

With a subtle flick of his fingers, an invisible thread of mental energy attached itself to the table.

By the time the expert arrived, summoned by the manager, Fang Bo’s table was already filled with chips.

[Achievement: Financial Freedom II (Completed)]

[Title Earned: Minor Fortune]

Minor Fortune (Passive Title): You’re now a small-time millionaire, drawing many intrigued looks your way.

[Achievement: Financial Freedom III (Unlocked)]

[Requirement: Accumulate 80 million ryō]

Trying out the new title, Fang Bo immediately felt the warmth from the girls around him.

It was the desire for money, the yearning for freedom, and the obsession with designer bags, among other things.

Sadly, Fang Bo had no intention of continuing, as he suddenly felt a powerful threat looming over him.

His sense-shielding ability was faltering; if he kept cheating, he would surely be discovered.

“Seems I’m just not destined to be a tycoon,” he muttered, his eyes vacant, wondering if he’d been cursed by the god of poverty.

Even in this storyline world, he wanted to experience a life of splurging and extravagance.

Why was such a simple wish impossible to fulfill?

“Maybe it’s fate,” he sighed, feeling the weight of poverty, as he packed everything into his bag.

The surrounding patrons were looking at him strangely, but Fang Bo didn’t bother to pay attention.

Seeing he had no intention of betting further, the ominous sense of threat gradually faded.

A mere few tens of millions of ryō was nothing; what they feared was him not knowing when to stop.

One big play could instantly turn tens of millions into hundreds of millions.

To preserve their reputation, the casino would have to pay up. Whether they’d ever reclaim it was up to fate.

For the next half hour, Fang Bo stayed on the sidelines, knowing the casino still hadn’t fully let its guard down around him.

But that was fine—he wasn’t there for gambling, anyway.

With his achievement task complete, he just had to wait.

Soon, a woman, reeking of alcohol, stumbled through the door.

A thick ponytail cascaded down her back as her bright brown eyes slowly scanned the room, soon landing on a table she seemed to like.

From the moment she entered, countless gazes gathered around her.

It wasn’t just due to the “big spender” reputation; her ample figure also played a role.

“She really does look like a ‘big spender’—soft and plush,” Fang Bo mused with a curious smile.

He regretted not having a better chance this time; otherwise, he might have taken some time to play around.

The satisfaction of breaking down a powerful woman far outweighed the thrill of messing with an ordinary, weak woman.

For some reason, the face of the ninja Daeren suddenly flashed in his mind.

Recalling that breathtaking black outfit, Fang Bo suddenly felt a bit parched.

“Place your bets!”

While he was lost in thought, the woman completed her first bet.

And the result? It left everyone utterly stunned.

(End of chapter)

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