The 70 soul fragments, like coins dropped into a Pachinko machine, made a crisp, pleasant rustling sound.
Logan watched as the fragments vanished one by one, converted into shimmering starlight on the card draw screen.
But that wasn't enough.
> "Put my soul on the line."
A golden glow emerged from deep within Logan's soul, drifting like a wisp of light into the system interface.
The ten consecutive draws lit up.
> Draw initiated!
In the sky above, stars suddenly burst into brilliance. Ten beams of light fell from the heavens, carving dazzling arcs across the night sky like meteors.
Ding-ding-ding-ding—
Four consecutive chimes echoed, and four points of starlight converged into a coiling purple vine.
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Stand Name: Hermit Purple
Rarity: ★★★★ (4-star)
User: Joseph Joestar
Abilities: Spiritual telepathy, allows the user to see distant events via smashing cameras or electronic devices; conductive to Ripple energy and electricity; can be used like a grappling vine.
Current Level: 1
Note: "Your Stand is the most useless old man—Dio."
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"Four stars?" Logan frowned.
Didn't the system promise a guaranteed five-star Stand in the first ten-draw?
Also—what's with the comment about being useless?
Just as he questioned it, another series of crisp chimes rang out.
Five of them.
Starlight flared again. This time, a muscular humanoid figure materialized. Its body was a blue-purple hue, heavily built with bulging muscles, wild flowing hair, and a fierce aura.
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Stand Name: Star Platinum
Rarity: ★★★★★ (5-star)
User: Jotaro Kujo
Abilities: A close-range power-type Stand with overwhelming strength, precision, and speed.
Current Level: 1
Note 1: Time-stop ability not yet unlocked.
Note 2: Invincible.
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A five-star Stand—and not just any five-star, but Star Platinum.
Two Stands from a single ten-draw. Unbelievable luck… or was it something else?
No. This wasn't just luck.
It was recognition—acknowledgment from the spiritual world that granted Stands.
Logan had every reason to turn and run. He could've chosen to hide, to cower.
After all, he had just been reincarnated into a body with no combat strength. His soul was on the line. The enemies before him were far beyond his understanding. But even knowing the risks…
He stepped forward.
All because of one reason:
> The courage to face injustice.
And in response to that courage, the Stands came.
He didn't know who these two murderers were or why the entire Uchiha district had been bathed in blood without a single Konoha shinobi stepping in. He didn't know the politics or the power dynamics. What he did know—
Was that two monsters stood ready to kill a helpless child.
And he wouldn't let that happen.
If you're powerless, protect yourself. If you have power—even a little—you protect others.
Of course, he wasn't thinking that philosophically in the moment.
Right now?
Logan just really wanted to punch these two bastards in the face.
He exhaled slowly and raised his hands, assuming a boxing stance.
His eyes were sharp. No fear. Just conviction.
> "Come on, you trash."
That line, coming from the so-called disgrace of the Uchiha clan, made Uchiha Itachi hesitate for the briefest moment.
There was a flicker of emotion in his Sharingan eyes.
Irony, perhaps.
> Is this what fate had in store for me?
Still, those thoughts faded quickly. Sword in hand, Itachi stepped forward silently.
He didn't use chakra. Didn't activate his Sharingan. Didn't bother with ninjutsu.
He needed to conserve energy. The masked man beside him—Obito—was too dangerous. Itachi couldn't afford to show his full hand.
Besides, Logan shouldn't require any special effort.
Still, out of respect for Logan's courage, Itachi chose to fight with a blade, face-to-face.
He stepped forward like a silent wraith, sword gleaming under the moonlight, and looked at Logan with cold but respectful eyes.
> "I take back my contempt. You are a man worthy of honor."
> "But for the sake of Konoha… and peace… you must die."
The blade slashed upward, a diagonal arc from hip to shoulder, aimed to cleave Logan in half.
Obito stood by lazily, yawning.
Sasuke, overwhelmed by death and trauma, shut his eyes tightly.
But then—
> "ORAAA!!!"
A thunderous roar split the air, followed by the brutal sound of a fist connecting with flesh.
Sasuke's eyes flew open.
> "Huh?!"
Obito's expression shifted. He peered through his mask, brows furrowing.
The blade had stopped.
It was inches from Logan's chest—but couldn't move any farther.
Blood sprayed under the silver moonlight like scattered rubies.
And to everyone's shock—
> Itachi was bleeding.
Star Platinum had struck with terrifying force, landing a clean punch across Itachi's face. His sharp, refined nose collapsed, and blood gushed from his mouth.
And that…
Was just the beginning.
Star Platinum's attack range was two meters—perfect for close combat. If Itachi had stayed back and used long-range ninjutsu, Logan would've been helpless.
But he didn't.
He stepped into Star Platinum's kill zone—and Logan seized the chance.
With one hand in his pocket, Logan stepped forward, calm and unshaken. All the sorrow and fury from earlier condensed into a razor-sharp intent.
He pointed at the dazed Itachi.
> "ORAAA! ORAAA! ORAAA!!!"
Star Platinum grabbed the katana with one hand and drove its other fist straight into Itachi's head.
Boom!
Then again.
Boom!
Then again.
CRACK.
By the third blow, the sickening sound of a fractured skull echoed through the street.
Obito snapped to attention.
> Too fast!
In mere tenths of a second, the tide had turned. He couldn't even analyze the ability.
No seals. No chants. No visible technique.
> Could it be a Kekkei Genkai?
> But he's from the Uchiha clan. Where's his Sharingan?
Obito saw no signs of a dojutsu in Logan's eyes.
His brain raced through possibilities.
He moved instinctively, driven by decades of combat experience.
In an instant, he appeared beside Itachi and reached to pull him into the Kamui dimension.
Itachi was critical to Obito's long-term plans.
Logan's power was too strange. Obito wanted no part of that mess.
Just as his hand touched Itachi—
> Meteor Finger!
Star Platinum released the sword, formed a spear with two fingers, and jabbed at Obito like a thunderbolt.
Obito couldn't see Star Platinum—but he felt it.
That primal, deadly pressure.
He phased just in time, using his intangibility to avoid the blow.
But his other hand—the one trying to grab Itachi—passed right through.
> Damn it.
In his intangible state, Obito couldn't bring others into Kamui. One of his ability's fatal weaknesses.
Logan didn't know all this yet, but…
In ninja combat, information is king.
If this were a fair one-on-one—Itachi or Obito alone could crush Logan easily.
Even a two-on-one would be instant death for a normal person.
But this wasn't a normal battle.
This was a one-shot kill from pure advantage.
No matter how high your IQ or your chakra control…
The human body is still flesh.
And Star Platinum's fists?
They hit like a freight truck barreling down a highway.
And Itachi?
He was just a speed bump.
Star Platinum lifted him like a ragdoll, flung him into the air, then pulled back its right fist.
> "Too strong…" Sasuke murmured, eyes wide in disbelief.
Was this a dream?
His brother had slaughtered their entire clan. Now Logan—a loser, a nobody—was fighting back.
> Is this real?
> Or is this another nightmare?
> "ORAAAA!!!"
Star Platinum's fist rocketed upward, aimed to crush Itachi mid-air.
> "Susanoo—!"
A red spectral armor materialized, surrounding Itachi.
At the edge of death, his survival instincts kicked in. Obito exhaled in relief.
He survived.
But—
CRACK.
The punch landed. A spiderweb of cracks appeared across the glowing red barrier.
Logan took a step forward.
> "Mortgage the rest of my soul," he commanded the system. "Exchange it for resources. Upgrade Star Platinum."
> Star Platinum upgraded to Level 2.
Soul Mortgage Remaining: 0. You have 24 hours to repay 500 soul fragments, or your soul will be permanently damaged.
Even with no soul left to wager, Logan's golden eyes burned brighter than ever.
The wind from Star Platinum's punch billowed through his hair. The moon vanished behind thick clouds, casting the world in darkness.
Only those golden irises glowed—like the gaze of a god.
He pointed at Itachi again.
> "Break him."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Star Platinum, now stronger, faster, more deadly, unleashed a flurry of fists.
> ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!
The Susanoo shattered like a cracked porcelain shell.
Then—
Snap.
Star Platinum's hand shot forward, gripping Itachi's throat.
Itachi was only thirteen. His neck was slender.
But evil?
Evil knew no age.
Logan didn't hesitate.
Star Platinum clenched.
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