Chapter 30 Psychic Assassin? Naruto!

Four months ago, Leather Sector.

A shabby little ship with an ordinary appearance was sailing from the planet Cheslattan to the hive world of Schwerin.

The small cabin of the spacecraft was packed with ragged people.

This is a slave ship.

To be precise, it was an illegal slave ship.

Every hive world is a meat grinder of flesh, blood and souls. The blood merchants of the slave unions always have an insatiable demand for slaves. When local slaves are not enough, the blood merchants will turn their attention to the indigenous worlds recently conquered by the empire. It is always easy to obtain slaves from underdeveloped indigenous worlds, but this behavior is not allowed by the empire.

Slaves dressed in dirty linen clothes huddled against the cold steel walls, and the entire dim cabin was filled with only their feeble groans.

The slaves often wore sackcloth hoods and lowered their heads, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

Suddenly, several slaves sitting among them were shocked.

They all raised their heads and looked at each other.

This "shudder" of several companions did not attract the attention of other slaves, who had already been tortured by hunger and pain and were listless.

One of the thin, horse-faced, black-haired men looked around cautiously and spoke in a low voice:

"Warhammer 40K world, does anyone know this world?"

He spoke a language the slaves had never heard of, which attracted a few slaves in the distance to look over here.

The slaves who had just looked at each other shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.

"I don't know, Team Leader."

"Forty thousand years, sounds like a game."

"Never heard of it."

Hearing the answers from his subordinates, the horse-faced man was a little unhappy and asked one of them:

"Hey, Asano-kun, didn't you claim to have played every game from Sony, Nintendo, and Konami? Even you don't know?"

The slave named "Asano-kun" raised his head, revealing a young East Asian face, and said with a bitter face:

"There are other game companies here, team leader."

Then, he looked up and around, and said in an uncertain tone:

"I see the style of the paintings around me... uh, it feels a bit dark and gothic, a bit like Devil May Cry. Maybe it's a Capcom game. I haven't played many Capcom games."

Under the stern gaze of the team leader, Asano racked his brains to come up with what he thought was the closest answer.

The horse-faced man snorted and looked away in disappointment. What's the point of looking at the painting style? What he wanted were specific plot details.

"Team leader, look!" At this time, a low voice filled with excitement caught the attention of the horse-faced man.

I saw a young man wearing a hood, rubbing his hands excitedly. There were shackles and chains on his wrists, but a light blue light gradually appeared on his fingertips.

"Chakra..." The horse-faced man muttered to himself as he looked at the familiar light.

Yes, the definition of chakra is the energy formed by combining the body energy absorbed from the 130 trillion cells in the human body, one by one, with my spiritual energy. This is the energy contained in ourselves and is not affected by any external environment... The horse-faced man thought to himself.

Thinking of this, the horse-faced man, regardless of the strange looks from the slaves around him, tore off his tattered clothes, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and began to mobilize the chakra energy in his body.

After a while, he suddenly opened his triangular eyes, turned over and moved his body, trying his best to pull his handcuffed hands in front of himself.

Although his wrists were cuffed, the middle-aged horse-faced man's fingers were still flexible. He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest and recited silently, "Zi, Wu, Shen, Wu, Mao, Zi..."

Following his dazzling finger movements, the horse-faced man raised his right hand under the curious gazes of the surrounding slaves.

"Ziz!" A tiny white lightning flashed in his palm.

"Ah..." The slaves watching from a distance were startled and cried out in surprise.

More and more white lightnings were gathering together, and the dazzling white light illuminated a corner of the dim cabin. The white lightning in the center was so blinding that it was unbearable to look directly at.

However, the people around the horse-faced man seemed to have anticipated this and did not exclaim like the surrounding slaves.

A weakened version of Chidori... The horse-faced man observed the crackling white lightning in his hand, feeling the chakra in his body change from stagnant to gradually smooth.

Then, he gently pressed the flashing Chidori in his right palm against the iron handcuffs on his left hand.

"Click." The iron handcuffs broke and fell to the ground.

Humph... Feeling the admiring gazes of his younger brothers and slaves around him, the horse-faced man appeared cold and calm on the surface, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

He could have used a simpler D-level ninjutsu - transformation technique - to break free from the shackles.

But the horse-faced man felt that turning into a red toad in front of his subordinates would undermine his dignity as a team leader.

He chose an A-level ninjutsu that was more likely to alert others with its loud noise, which was Hashira's signature skill in the early stage - Chidori.

Sure enough, the slave ship's guards were startled by the commotion in the cabin, and the sound of footsteps, chains dragging on the floor, and cursing were heard behind the wall.

Hearing the noise coming from behind, the horse-faced man smiled softly. Having successfully activated the ninjutsu, he was no longer as cautious as he was at the beginning. He did not rush to get up, but looked at a yellow-haired young man and asked,

"Nagase, how many pills do you have left?"

The yellow-haired young man grinned, revealing a small bag on his waist, opened the cover and said:

"There are three more."

Three translucent yellow capsules lay quietly in the small bag, and there seemed to be a ball of solidified flame flowing slowly in the capsules.

"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Keep it for now, and let Kuraki and I take care of it."

"Hi!" The yellow-haired boy responded with a grin.

In the corridor outside the cabin, a guard with a bulging belly strode over.

The densely packed black implants on the back of the guard's bald head look like his hair, a very Warhammer 40K-esque design.

He held an electric hammer in his left hand and a whip in his right hand. His belt was full of handcuffs and keys that jingled when he walked.

The guard strode to the door with an impatient look on his face, and pressed the buttons on the side of the door a few times. The curse words were already on the tip of his tongue, ready to burst out...

The moment the hatch slid open, a dazzling white light was seen.

…

The reincarnations quickly cleared out all the slave traders on the slave ship.

But now they are faced with an embarrassing fact - they don't know how to fly a spaceship.

The slaves imprisoned in the cabin were all natives captured from the backward indigenous world. They did not know how to fly a spaceship, and they could not even speak Low Gothic.

"What a bunch of sika deer. I said we must leave some of them alive..." the horse-faced man cursed angrily in the cab.

A black-haired young man nearby explained, "Onii-chan, their weapons are very sharp. If we don't use our full strength, our people might die."

The horse-faced man pointed at the rows of buttons on the control console in the cab and asked:

"So what do you say we should do now? You come and drive the boat?"

"Team leader! Team leader! We found the person!"

The cheers of the younger brothers could be heard from outside the cab.

The horse-faced man hurried out of the cabin to check.

I saw the younger brothers escorting a few people who were in rags and covered with scars, but with rebellious looks written all over their faces.

"Who are they?" asked the horse-faced man in Japanese.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Pirates, they are space pirates, captain." A little brother said excitedly, "We found them in a prison cell in the lower cabin. They must be able to fly a spaceship."

It turned out that there were several captured pirates imprisoned on the slave trader's spaceship, but the pirates were held separately and the slave traders did not lock them up with the natives.

The younger brothers, knowing that they had killed everyone and were in trouble, quickly brought the pirates to their leader after discovering them.

"Very good." The horse-faced man nodded and ordered his men: "Lock them up first, and interrogate them after the spaceship is cleaned up. You guys, go find something to eat, I'm hungry."

Then new problems arise.

The men were holding a pile of compressed packaging bags that they had collected, but they had no idea what was inside.

One of the younger brothers remembered that he had been forced to learn Low Gothic when he entered the Warhammer 40K world, so he picked up a package of compressed packaging, looked for the small words on it, and read them word by word:

"Made in the recycling factory No. 27, corpse... er, corpse starch??"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable eating.

Everyone was thinking: The people in this world are so scary that they actually use corpses as food.

Corpse starch is a product of the organic matter circulation system of the hive world. "Corpse starch" is just a name and does not necessarily come from corpses.

But there is also a good chance that it will contain dead bodies.

The reincarnations did not know this. Facing a pile of compressed packaging bags, they all looked at the horse-faced man.

The horse-faced man rubbed his brows helplessly and said, "Eat the Bingliang Pills first..."

…

"Okay, everyone. Now it's time for us to think about the direction of the plot." In the cab, the horse-faced man sat in the middle and said calmly.

"The factions we were assigned to are all about the [Horus faction plot line]. Since no one knows who this Horus is, we should still do the old way and ensure our own survival first."

"But I want to remind you that our main abilities come from the Naruto world. This world is compatible with the Naruto world, but it's not 100% compatible. The power of our ninjutsu is suppressed by 10%. We didn't win the plot in the last reincarnation world, and we've lost enough assimilation points. If we fail again this time, it's hard to say what will happen next time."

"But now I have roughly judged the strength of this Warhammer 40K world. It's not that good. We just need to be careful of other reincarnations."

The horse-faced man who easily controlled the slave ship felt that the world of Warhammer 40K was just like this. For a completely unfamiliar reincarnation world, this was slightly optimistic and good news. His point of view was also recognized and responded to by his subordinates.

"Exactly. An SSS-level world. One level higher than the Hokage. It scared me."

"Haha, I thought it was so amazing."

The black-haired, horse-faced man shouted, "Quiet!"

Then he said, "But we can't take it lightly. We don't keep idle people in the Qinping Group. No matter what your ability system is, everyone should practice hard during this period and don't waste time on boring things."

Having said that, the horse-faced man glared at the yellow-haired man.

Asano-kun is a hunchbacked otaku wearing a hoodie, with a white and chubby face and a pair of black-framed glasses. When he saw the yellow-haired Nagase, he smiled awkwardly, but there was no expression of self-blame or shame on his face.

Asano knew why the team leader said that.

Before the slave ship was completely cleared, Huangmao, together with two other reincarnations, dragged the two native women imprisoned in the slave cabin to an empty cabin.

Asano could tell what happened inside just by using his toes.

Asano, who saw this scene, cursed in his heart: How dare they lay hands on a dirty slave, without even washing him clean before doing it, they are really bastards who just want to fuck any hole in the ground...

Although Asano knew it, he actually had some reaction at that time.

But he does not have a good relationship with Nagase, and the yellow-haired guy often mocks him for being a burden and a waste of the Kotohira group.

Asano didn't know what the result would be if he spoke to Nagase with a smug look on his face.

Being laughed at and rejected by Nagase? Asano thought to himself at the time and finally gave up.

So he turned around and told the team leader about this matter.

Nagase was given a verbal warning by the team leader, but that was all. Asano knew that the team leader would not do anything to Nagase, because the Kotohira team relied heavily on Nagase's ability to burst out at critical moments, and his ability did not require training, only the three yellow capsules were needed.

If only I had the capsule too... Asano thought to himself. It's not like he had never thought about stealing Nagase's capsule, but no one in the group did it because no one knew whether they would explode into a pool of minced meat or gain super powers after taking the capsule.

Someone has tried it, and his flesh was left in the previous reincarnation world.

Reincarnation life is precious, no one wants to gamble with it.

The reincarnations of the Kotohira Group released the imprisoned pirates. The pirates told them not to follow the original route to the Schwerin Hive, as they would surely die without a burial place if they went there. The horse-faced man scoffed at these remarks, but he still decided to follow the pirates' advice.

Their goal is the sea of ​​stars!

To put it simply, it means becoming a space pirate.

Because gradually, these reincarnations discovered that although they didn't know who Horus was, as they continued to plunder imperial merchant ships and create chaos in space, their assimilation points were slowly increasing...

They roughly understood that Horus was probably the enemy of the Human Empire. As long as they caused destruction within the Human Empire, they could increase the progress of the faction's plot line.

Therefore, the reincarnations of the Kotohira Group recruited several pirates on the slave ship, as well as the slaves who were strong enough to pull the trigger, into their own team, serving as advisers and cannon fodder, and began their pirate journey.

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(End of this chapter)