[Shape The Multiverse] Ch 4: Origin Power

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[Generating the panel]

[Max Level System - Status Panel]

[ Name: Uchiha Amon 

Age: 5
Bloodline: Uchiha (with Mutation)
Affiliation: Konohagakure (Hidden Leaf Village)
System Points: 2,475 

[Learned Skills]

Clone Jutsu: E-Rank
Transformation Jutsu: E-Rank
Substitution Jutsu: E-Rank

[System Features]

Max Level Upgrade: Instantly upgrade any attribute, skill, or jutsu to its peak potential. (Costs vary based on technique rank and proficiency level)

Inventory: Store items, scrolls, and weapons.

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Amon examined his panel, his eyes scanning the expandable sections for Attributes, Bloodline, Talent, and other categories. His gaze finally rested on his System Points, but a frown crossed his face as he noticed something was off.

"System, I calculated before—I should have twice this amount of points. What happened?" he questioned, his voice sharp.

The System's voice responded calmly.
[Due to the use of Origin Power to forcibly revive the host and transport to another world despite the System lacking such a feature, the Origin Power reserves are critically low.]

[To prevent complete system collapse, half of the System Points were deducted. The System will require time and additional energy to fully restore its Origin Power in the future.]

Amon leaned back, considering the explanation. This "Origin Power" was unfamiliar, yet the name carried weight. "System, what exactly is this Origin Power?"

[Origin Power is the foundational energy that created all worlds. It exists universally, determining the scale and potential of each world.]

Amon's curiosity deepened. ""And in a world, how does this Origin Power manifest? Where is it hidden?"

[Origin Power manifests naturally, often as rare treasures, mystical phenomena, or secluded domains, such as sacred mountains. In some cases, it forms new rules or abilities. However, such events are rare, as a world typically requires over a hundred thousand years to replenish its Origin Power. Without sufficient Origin, a world faces eventual collapse.]

Amon's mind raced as he considered the implications. "Then, what about this world? Any examples of Origin Power here?"

[This world contains several examples of concentrated Origin Power, including the Divine Tree, Chakra Fruit, and the Tailed Beasts. These entities were formed by immense concentrations of Origin Power.]

Amon narrowed his eyes. "But they weren't naturally created! They came into existence through manipulation and intervention."

[Correct. These were not natural creations but still were formed with the aid of the world's will and deliberate actions within its Origin Power framework.]

Amon's breath caught, his chest tightening as the weight of the System's revelations bore down on him. The sheer amount of information in such a short span made his head throb, yet curiosity overpowered the discomfort. He pressed on.

"Wait... this world has a will?" he asked, his voice edged with disbelief and intrigue.

Amon's pulse quickened, his instincts recoiling as though he had uncovered a truth that shouldn't be known. The thought of an unseen force shaping events, possibly even his own, left an unsettling knot in his chest. 

The System responded, its tone as steady as ever.

[Yes, Most Wills operate instinctively, guided by the flow of Origin Power like this Ninja world. However, there are intelligent Wills, possessing a high degree of awareness, enabling them to influence events consciously. Also there are Some Wills, were destroyed by beings powerful enough to prevent even these natural instincts of the world's will.]

Amon leaned forward, his fingers gripping the grass beneath him. The knowledge of Origin Power and the world's will felt both empowering and daunting. This information could change everything, from how he planned to grow stronger to how he interacted with the forces around him.

He exhaled deeply, refocusing his thoughts. There was much to uncover, but for now, he had to focus on himself. With a glance at his glowing panel, he steeled himself for what came next.

"Alright, System. Let's see what potential I can unlock."

He clicked on Attributes.

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[Attributes Panel]

Chakra Control: 15/100

Chakra Reserves: 7/100 

(Each upgrade costs 100 points)

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"That tree-climbing practice really paid off," Amon noted, a satisfied smile on his face as he observed the increase in his Chakra Control. "I'll hold off on upgrading attributes for now. Chakra control is something I can train over time, and my reserves will naturally grow as I get older."

He had resolved to leave these aspects alone for now, focusing instead on his true strengths—his talent and bloodline.

Yet, as fate often does, it had other plans for him. One day, Amon would come to realize that he had no choice but to turn his attention back to chakra control and reserves, even at the expense of his cherished talent and bloodline—there would come a time when these very attributes could be the key to survival.

Truly, no plan ever remains intact. Plans, like fragile threads, can shatter with the slightest touch of fate. Yet, for Amon, it was this very uncertainty that fueled his defiance. He had no intention of surrendering to the whims of fate or the unseen will of this world.

Plans, as comforting as they are, often serve only to create the illusion of control. In reality, it is fate, luck, or some unknown force that shapes the rivers of life, carving mountains and hills into its flow.

But even the strongest current can be redirected, and mountains can be climbed—especially in this world. Amon was determined to carve out his own path, no matter how unpredictable the journey might become. He wasn't simply destined or fortunate; he carried within him an unyielding will. This willpower, combined with the wealth of experiences he was bound to gather, would mold him into the man capable of shaping the multiverse itself.

"Enough stalling," he muttered, his crimson eyes gleaming with an intensity born of both excitement and resolve. "It's time for the important stuff. I've waited a long time for this moment."

Amon's finger hovered over the panel, the glow reflecting in his sharp crimson eyes. A chill ran down his spine, not from fear, but from the anticipation of unearthing the very essence of his potential. 

"I'm going to check my talent and bloodline—then go all the way to maximize them," he declared, his voice steady but brimming with excitement.

This was the moment he had been waiting for, the turning point that would define his journey. Amon was finally about to witness the full potential of the Max Level System, a power capable of elevating anything to its absolute peak.

His fingers trembled slightly as he navigated through the panel, knowing that what he uncovered next would shape the foundation of his future in this world—and far beyond.

He then clicked on the Talent Panel.

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