chapter 2: ROB
As Sam surrendered to the encroaching darkness, a brilliant light sliced through the void around him. Suddenly, he felt pulled by an unknown force, whisked away from his body and the chaos of the street.
He floated, devoid of physical form, merely a pure consciousness navigating through a tunnel of dazzling lights. Colors and shapes danced around him, the sensation of being transported to a place beyond human comprehension overwhelming him.
At last, he emerged into a vast, ethereal space where light seemed to emanate from every direction. At the heart of this space stood an imposing yet serene figure – the ROB. Its presence exuded powerful tranquility, and its voice resonated in Sam's mind like an ancient, comforting melody.
"Sam..." a voice boomed in his mind, echoing from all directions at once. Sam looked around, searching for the source of the voice until his eyes settled on a striking figure. Before him, a silhouette of a human covered in stars and galaxies shimmered intensely, as if the entire universe were concentrated in that being.
He was utterly taken aback, mouth agape in a mix of awe and reverence. Before he could react, the figure spoke again, its voice reverberating like gentle thunder, "You sought a chance, so I shall grant you one."
Sam's ethereal heart raced. The opportunity he desperately yearned for was here, embodied in this cosmic entity.
Sam began to think frantically, his mind racing with the enormity of what lay before him. "He must be capable of anything," Sam reflected, "He has shattered all cycles... the cycle of life and death, of time and space, of luck and destiny. He has achieved everything I ever dreamed of. He transcended the limitations of human existence, mastered the secrets of the universe, and wielded control over the flow of time."
Sam stared intently at the stellar figure, his determination and hope growing with each passing second. He knew he stood before a unique opportunity, a chance to rewrite his story and transcend the barriers that had always held him back. With a deep sigh, he prepared himself to hear what else the cosmic entity had to offer.
The ROB found Sam intriguing; he was unlike any transmigrator he had ever sent before. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could be the one destined. Yet, he quickly dismissed that notion. After all, it was highly improbable. As for looking into the future, it was pointless. What he wanted to do surpassed his omniscience, and whenever he tried to predict outcomes, he ended up thwarting his own plans.
Instead of dwelling on the uncertain, the ROB decided to focus on the present, on Sam's uniqueness, and the potential he saw in his eyes. He knew that giving Sam a chance meant opening a new and unpredictable door in the fabric of reality. And that, in itself, was something fascinating.
All he could do was trust in randomness. Everything had to be unpredictable; that was his gamble.
With a gesture, he summoned the powers of chaos and order, of reality and time, of energy and mind. His fingers delicately shaped the fabric of spacetime, weaving a tapestry of infinite possibilities. Slowly, a roulette wheel began to form, floating before him.
The roulette wheel was a masterpiece of complexity and beauty. Each segment was a window to an alternate universe, each color represented a different reality. The ROB manipulated the probabilities, finely adjusting the chances of each outcome with divine precision. He infused the roulette wheel with the essence of chaos, ensuring that no spin would be like another.
Gazing upon his creation, the most random roulette in the universe, the ROB felt genuine satisfaction. Then, he turned his gaze to the stagnant soul before him, attempting to comprehend the incomprehensible to a mortal being. With a sardonic smile, he broke the silence, "Spin the roulette wheel once, and it will decide how many 'cheats' or special abilities you will receive."
Sam heard the urgency in the voice and quickly spun the roulette wheel, fearing that his only chance would slip through his fingers.
The roulette spun rapidly, its colorful segments blending into a blur of colors. For Sam, it felt like time slowed as he tried to catch a glimpse of the outcome. Numbers and symbols whizzed by so swiftly that discerning any pattern or destiny seemed impossible. Meanwhile, the ROB watched with interest, knowing that interfering could distort the unpredictability he valued in his creations.
The roulette abruptly stopped at number 5.
Sam watched with wide eyes as the roulette settled on number 5. A smile of hope spread across his lips, knowing well from stories he had read that a single "cheat" could drastically alter the course of events for any main character.
The ROB observed the scene with unyielding eyes, his metallic face reflecting ambient light without betraying any trace of emotion. He analyzed Sam's every move with a serenity that contrasted with the turmoil of the moment. After a brief silence, the ROB spoke calmly and precisely, "Now, spin five more times." His voice echoed in the space, carrying a commanding tone that contrasted with his impassive appearance.
Sam spun the roulette with apprehension, yet also with a spark of hope. The roulette spun once more, finally stopping on the segment marked with the ability "F", which allowed him to bring something with him to another world.
Upon seeing the result, his face fell. Sam glanced at the ROB, hoping the omnipotent being could offer some guidance or clarification in this challenging situation.
The ROB sighed inwardly but spoke calmly, "This ability allows you to bring any item you have ever owned, or an attribute you once possessed. However, you can only use this attribute for 5 minutes, as it will add to your current attributes, making it a D-level ability."
Sam paused for a moment, pondering his choice. The ROB observed the scene with curiosity, recalling other transmigrators who chose to bring items like phones, clothes, or even attributes like strength and intelligence.
With a flash of inspiration, Sam smiled faintly and declared, "I choose the attribute of luck. At the moment you chose me, that's what I need."
The ROB nodded, understanding Sam's choice. The cosmic being's impassive expression softened slightly, revealing a faint hint of satisfaction. "You've made an interesting choice, Sam. Luck can be more valuable than many tangible attributes."
Satisfied with his decision, Sam decided to use that luck right then and there. A halo of bright, infinite luck descended upon his body.
Now infused with virtually infinite luck, Sam spun the roulette again. This time, the selected segment shimmered intensely with a powerful aura. A "Bondless" level cheat appeared before him: infinite mana. It was as if a torrent of magical energy flowed through his being, promising an inexhaustible reserve no matter how many spells he cast. Sam felt a wave of relief mixed with excitement.
Not wanting to waste any time, Sam spun the roulette once more. This time, a Bondless-level ability emerged: fusion. A warmth of hope and determination grew within him as he understood that this ability allowed him to merge two previously mastered skills into a more powerful form, provided they were similar. A surge of enthusiasm and determination swept over Sam as he realized the potential to combine his existing abilities to reach new heights of power.
Sam then spun two more times. They were multiversal-level abilities: a hunting system that allowed him to collect something random from the people he killed, and another was a Boundless+ level ability that enabled him to cross world barriers, with the requirement of becoming the strongest person in that world.
Sam felt a rising euphoria, immense joy and hope filling his heart. Nothing stood in his way to becoming stronger. "I will grasp my destiny with my own hands, no matter the cost," Sam thought with a smile on his face.
The ROB spoke, "Sam, your next destination will be decided by the roulette of fate. Spin it, and your path will be revealed."
Sam took a deep breath, focusing on the device before him. With a determined motion, he spun the roulette with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The marker spun rapidly before finally coming to a stop, pointing towards the world of Naruto.
The ROB, with its deep, echoing voice, addressed Sam in a tone that mixed curiosity and inevitability.
"Sam," said the ROB, its voice reverberating through the ethereal chamber, "your path ahead will be shaped by the lineages you carry. Spin the roulette of fate and discover the legacy that will guide your steps."
Feeling anxiety and excitement grow within him, Sam reached out towards the roulette floating before him. With a firm gesture, he spun it, symbols and colors in motion creating a veil of uncertainty over his future. The ROB watched with interest, knowing each spin held a promise of infinite potential.
The roulette gradually slowed its speed, metallic clicks echoing like heartbeats in the silent chamber. Finally, the marker stopped, revealing the lineages that would determine Sam's destiny. The ROB, with a subtle smile crossing its ethereal face, solemnly declared:
"Uzumaki and Senju, from your mother. Uchiha and Hyuga, from your father."
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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