Multiversal Chat Group: The Cultivator

At School

Shizuka Hiratsuka had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the moment she arrived at class, she saw that Ren Asakura's seat was empty.

It wasn't unexpected, but it was still frustrating.

"That damn brat skipped class again! He was doing fine these past few days too!"

Shizuka sighed, left the classroom, and pulled out her phone.

"Let's see if he picks up."

As soon as she dialed, Ren answered.

"Hello, Shizuka! The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Shizuka immediately yelled into the phone.

"Shizuka, my ass! At least try to make it sound convincing! What the hell are you doing? Don't tell me you skipped class again! Get back here right now!"

Ren replied in an utterly shameless tone.

"Of course, I'm skipping—ah, I mean, taking a leave of absence. Shizuka, my dear teacher, my Uncle came to visit today, so I need a few days off."

Shizuka's brain short-circuited for a moment.

Even when skipping class, this problem child of hers always had the weirdest excuses.

"Uncle? What the hell are you talking about? Boys don't get an Uncle!"

Just then, another male voice came through the phone.

"Group Leader, how do you start this game? It's so high-tech, I've never played anything like it before!"

Ren's voice responded in a relaxed manner.

"It's an open-world exploration game. First, you do this… then this…"

"Oh, by the way, Yoriichi, if you want tea, I've got an entire collection in the next room. Every type of tea that exists in this world—I've got it. Guaranteed to suit your taste. If you'd rather have a drink, just tell the smart assistant, and it'll get it for you."

"And Lu Mingfei! Don't even think about coming over just to mooch food and drinks! Go to school properly! I'm not letting you in—begging won't work!"

Then, he hung up.

Shizuka took a deep breath, forcing herself not to explode.

"That little bastard!"

She could totally picture him throwing a party at home with a bunch of his delinquent friends.

She felt utterly played.

"When he comes back, I'm gonna make sure he feels my Fist of Love!"

Meanwhile, on the second floor of Ren's villa…

Yoriichi Tsugikuni sat quietly on a chair, gazing at the clear sky and the bustling streets below.

Towering skyscrapers filled the skyline. The streets were packed with cars, some honking occasionally as they passed.

Sidewalk vendors sold fresh fruit and snacks.

People bustled about, moving with purpose.

"This truly is… a peaceful world."

In this world, people didn't have to struggle on the brink of life and death.

Laws protected them, allowing everyone to focus on their own pursuits.

Thinking back to his own world, Yoriichi Tsugikuni knew that for many, mere survival was a luxury.

Even a harsh winter could claim countless lives.

But human strength was limited.

No matter how powerful he was, Yoriichi alone could not change an entire era.

On the table beside him, a small plate of snacks sat neatly arranged.

The villa's smart assistant had brought them.

This AI-operated robot was the estate's personal butler, responsible for maintaining order within the mansion.

It wasn't an advanced AI, but it was more than capable of keeping the entire villa clean, secure, and running smoothly.

Meanwhile, in the gaming room, Ren Asakura and Saitama were locked in a fierce battle.

A fighting game.

Since this peaceful world couldn't withstand a clash between two overpowered individuals, they had opted for a different kind of duel—settling things in a virtual arena.

On the massive screen, their characters fought at breakneck speed.

It was a 3D version of The King of Fighters.

Ren smirked.

"You let your guard down, Saitama… Take this—Rozan Shōryū Ha!"

"K.O.!"

Saitama lost. Again.

"Damn it! How is this possible?! Next time, I will beat you!"

Ren scoffed, leaning back confidently.

"If you want to defeat me, you'll need to train for another ten years!"

Beside them, a table was stacked with snacks—spicy strips, potato chips, and bottles of soda.

Meanwhile, Yoriichi continued observing the modern cityscape outside.

As someone who enjoyed tea, he would occasionally brew himself a cup while watching the world go by.

Ren had also given him a smartphone, along with a user manual.

"This should help you understand this era a little faster."

As time slowly passed,

Saitama and Ren Asakura kept switching between different games.

Ren had collected every game in existence.

All Lu Mingfei could do was watch the live stream, full of jealousy and frustration.

He wanted to play too!

But he was just a student—he couldn't skip class as recklessly as Ren could.

The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, also seemed to have some free time.

He projected himself into the chat and observed the towering buildings of the modern city.

Looking at this era, he couldn't help but marvel at its beauty.

Ren explained that in this world, there were no supernatural powers.

People here weren't like those in the Shinobi World.

They couldn't train in chakra or perform strange, mystical jutsu.

They were just ordinary people—like the civilian villagers in Konoha.

Wars were rare in this era, and everyone had the right to live their lives in peace.

Children didn't have to go to war.

Of course, once they became adults, they could choose to join the military and protect their country.

But even in this world, politics still existed.

Where there were people, there would always be conflicts.

Fortunately, those conflicts were distant from their everyday lives.

Compared to the Shinobi World, modern society was far better.

The Shinobi World was brutal.

Twelve-year-old academy graduates were sent straight to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

Seven- and eight-year-olds fighting in war was common.

Meanwhile, in modern society, kids that age were still running around with runny noses, playing in the mud.

But in the Shinobi World, those same children wielded kunai, taking lives on the battlefield.

Even Uchiha Itachi had begun contemplating the meaning of life while fighting in the war.

Ren thought the Shinobi World needed a revolution.

Letting children fight and die while a group of scheming old men sat back and reaped the benefits—

It was disgusting.

Minato seemed deep in thought.

But he knew that one person alone was too small to change an entire world.

To make a difference, one would need power on Madara's level—at the very least.

Soon, it was noon.

The smart assistant started working in the kitchen.

Automated machines powered on, preparing a variety of dishes.

Each meal was pre-programmed with carefully calculated nutritional values.

Every ingredient was precisely cooked, its temperature and timing perfectly controlled by advanced calculations.

This level of technology far surpassed what modern society could achieve.

The AI computer system installed in Ren's mansion was a high-tech product he had purchased from the chat group.

It didn't belong to this era.

Saitama continued playing games, munching on snacks.

He wasn't particularly hungry,

But mealtime was mealtime.

As the delicious dishes were plated, a lavish lunch spread was ready.

"Ren Asakura-san, your lunch is prepared. Please proceed to the dining room."

"Saitama-san, please join us for the meal."

Elsewhere, Yoriichi Tsugikuni also received a notification from the smart assistant.

A robotic AI approached him.

"Yoriichi-san, lunch is ready. Please follow me to the dining area."

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