BingeInk
I reincarnated into the brutal world of shinobi. To avoid becoming cannon fodder in the bloody Ninja Wars, I made the smartest choice possible: I became a Medical-nin. Stay in the backlines, heal some scrapes, and survive.
That was the plan, anyway. Then, I awakened the [Miracle Savior System].
The rules were simple: Heal the injured, resurrect the dying, and farm god-tier rewards. Suddenly, the Shinobi world gained a terrifyingly "helpful" anomaly.
Orochimaru: "Chiba, Nawaki's body is half-charred. His internal organs are fried. He is beyond saving."
Me: "Stand back. I can fix him."
【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: Flawless Senju Bloodline (and Tsunade's eternal gratitude)!】
Anbu Operative: "Lord Sakumo's body has been cold for hours. It's over... let's just collect his corpse."
Me: "Did I say he was dead? Move."
【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: Supreme Physique (Eight Inner Gates Unlocked)!】
The Entire Ninja World: "Are you out of your f*cking mind?! WHY WOULD YOU HEAL HIM?!"
I didn't care about their screams. I only cared about the beautiful blue holographic screen flashing before my eyes:
【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: The Rinnegan & Six Paths Senjutsu!】
Years later, after emptying the System's reward pool, I looked at my hands in confusion. Weren't the Otsutsuki supposed to be self-proclaimed Gods? Why couldn't they even survive a single slap from a humble Medical-nin like me?
[Warning: The MC is extremely pragmatic. He doesn't save enemies out of kindness; he farms them for loot. Fast-paced, ruthless progression, and maximum face-slapping!]