Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

The demon-possessed Ōtsutsuki Toneri watched the Cat God's descent into madness with a calm expression.

When he first arrived in this world, he wasn't aware of the Cat God's existence. He planned to pull the same trick again—release the Crimson Ice to devastate the shinobi world.

Then, time rewound to the Warring States year 1024.

No matter the timeline, nothing could stop the demon from slaughtering the masses. He continued his rampage without restraint.

And then, time rewound once again to the Warring States year 1024.

Though the Cat God couldn't see the demon, it could perceive changes in the world. Sudden natural disasters and mass extinction of living beings? Something was definitely wrong.

After several resets, the Cat God deduced that there was an intruder—one that couldn't be observed or traced through causality. Left with no other choice, it issued divine revelations to its followers, warning them that a catastrophe was coming to the shinobi world.

These followers began spreading doomsday prophecies across the land. Unsurprisingly, their actions were met with resistance from the Five Great Shinobi Nations and other major powers.

The believers were hunted down by shinobi. The Cat God was forced to dispatch an avatar into the world. However… due to certain historical baggage, this avatar wasn't trusted by the shinobi, and was instead attacked and sealed by a united front.

Since humanity rejected the Cat God's goodwill, it simply gave up. If humanity wanted to go extinct, so be it. It would just focus on looking after its cats.

But would the demon really leave it alone?

Even without knowing who was manipulating the world behind the scenes, the demon could attack indiscriminately. Some things couldn't be erased just by resetting time.

The demon deliberately revealed a hint of its whereabouts. Infected by its reverse-pollution, the Cat God was forced to descend in its true form to fight head-on.

Unfortunately, this only worsened the Cat God's condition. It went completely mad.

As for its origins… the Cat God was actually a transmigrator.

Yes, that's right. A transmigrator.

No one ever said that transmigrators had to be young men or women. Old people, kids, even cats, dogs, mosquitoes, and flies could transmigrate too.

That said, most low-intelligence beings probably wouldn't even realize they had transmigrated. They'd just think they were in a new environment and wouldn't cause much of a stir.

But there are always exceptions.

This particular cat that ended up in the shinobi world was no ordinary feline. It came from the "Horror Game"—a game whose developer is unknown, and whose nature resembled the Abyss. It loved invading weaker worlds, though its methods were relatively mild.

Recently, the Horror Game had added a new genre: "Rule-Based Urban Legends." The Cat God used to be an NPC in one of these rule-based horror levels. It didn't have a name—because the rules forbade it from having one. If it did, that would break the rules, and the players attempting the level would suffer catastrophic consequences.

The little cat had looped through the horror scenario countless times, until one day, a very unusual player arrived.

Cats aren't great at distinguishing human beauty by appearance, but everyone kept saying this guy was incredibly handsome. So let's just call him "Handsome."

Most randomly chosen players would be panicked, emotionally unstable wrecks. But not Handsome. He was elegant, confident, cheerful, and radiant.

He completely ignored the rules and bulldozed his way through the level with raw power, treating the Horror Game like a joke.

The little cat, with its cute and innocent looks, managed to latch onto this golden thigh and became his contracted pet. It could be summoned into any scenario to assist him in battle.

That said, it mostly acted as a cute mascot. Handsome's brute force didn't need much help.

Still, the little cat was nervous. It hinted at Handsome many times—Don't be so cocky! You really think no one can see through you? To act this recklessly in the Horror Game… anyone with half a brain can tell you're hiding something big!

Such flamboyance would draw attention. There were always smart people out there. As long as Handsome went through enough levels, and people observed him closely enough, even regular players could start piecing together his secrets.

As fate would have it, the Horror Game was excellent at generating perfectly balanced levels—enough to place players on the edge of life and death, while still leaving a sliver of hope. And it could monitor every angle with complete precision.

Before long, Handsome had been picked apart completely, and he had no idea. Still, he thought of himself as invincible and kept charging forward.

The little cat waited quietly for his downfall.

You see, the Horror Game periodically dealt with "cheating" players. Those who acted like hotshots with cheats usually didn't last long.

As expected, Handsome eventually bit the dust. But the Horror Game didn't benefit either—his cheat was too overpowered. His backing was rock-solid. Rumor had it he'd been chosen by a god—part of some divine system meant to harvest lives like crops. Handsome was just one lucky chosen one among many.

Gods wouldn't wage war over one measly human. But the Horror Game itself? That was a massive, tempting cake—impossible to ignore.

The game was soon invaded on all fronts. The little cat, now disconnected from its fixed scenario and with a high level of self-awareness—and frankly, some incredible luck—managed to escape the chaos. It even looted a bunch of valuable items.

Among them was a sandbox—a device that could bind to a small world, convert it into data, and then project it into game scenarios. That's how the Horror Game infiltrated other worlds.

There were countless sandboxes like that in the control room of the Horror Game. The little cat only took one. But even that was enough to let it declare itself a god in the shinobi world. After all, the native god—the Sage of Six Paths—seemed like a bit of a dunce. Dull, rigid, and clueless. So the Cat God just took him out.

The cat wasn't particularly strong in combat. But using the sandbox, it could delete data outright. That was the advantage of datafying an entire world. No matter how powerful the Sage of Six Paths was, he was still just a set of parameters. Unless he had tapped into higher rules or laws, one press of the delete key and—gone.

Afterward, the Cat God began mimicking the Horror Game's approach—deploying scenarios across the world. It didn't understand the sandbox's mechanics, much like how a child can use a phone without knowing how it works. It only knew that this method could extract some unknown energy from the world, forming fruit-like objects it could devour to grow stronger—until all living beings became NPCs.

Jashin Cult? That was an accident. Those cultists mistook the Cat God for an actual evil deity. It gladly played along, occasionally issuing divine orders to have them do its bidding.

If nothing went wrong, the cat might've grown into a formidable power, using the shinobi world as its stepping stone. But alas...

The world is full of geniuses who die halfway through their story.

The demon drove it mad.

"So this world was converted into data? No wonder the souls I devoured tasted so off." The demon curled his lip in boredom.

He located the Cat God's sandbox, killed the screeching tuxedo cat, casually tweaked a few parameters to raise the shinobi world's average temperature to 100°C, then strolled away with the sandbox in hand.

Honestly, to him, this world felt more like a cat's Tsukuyomi dream—absurd and nonsensical...

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