I'm the Slit-Eyed Character at the Academy, but I'm not the Mastermind - Chapter 260

Lugis is an adventurer who accompanies the Hero’s team party. However, every day he has to fulfill tasks that are not pleasant at all. In addition, he is oppressed by the other members of the group. The only reason he remains on this journey is because of his childhood friend, Ariane. But she is fascinated with the team leader known as Hero. One day a shadow figure appears and tell Lugis, “Let me give you a chance. A chance to redraw your life.” And so, Lugis is given the opportunity to be sent to the past to restart his life.

Reborn in the world of Naruto as the Nine Tails, he finds himself sealed within Uzumaki Kushina. No longer just a mindless beast, he possesses his own will, intelligence, and the power to change the fate of the tailed beasts.Madara : I never thought that my Rinnegan would be crushed by Nine Tails.Hashirama: Times have changed. I once controlled the Nine Tails, and now the Nine Tails controls me.Uchiha Mikoto: Kushina, I didn’t expect you to have something this powerful sealed inside you.Uzumaki Kushina: Each of the Nine Tails' tails gives me a different feeling.At this moment, the Nine Tails stood tall, representing all the tailed beasts.“Tailed beasts will never be slaves!”

I, Lu Li. had an agreement with the system; once the plot was completed, I could go home, but the system played me dirty.

Demanding another round, claiming the plot had gone awry.

Let’s perish together, scumbag system.

You’ll never see me endure such humiliation again.

Sadly, I didn’t die.

Filled with rage, since you won’t let me die, then I’ll make those who once shamed me, hurt me, and betrayed me in haste, pay the price.

The protagonist is not humble, not clinging…

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.