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Aburame: The Swarm

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Life in the Aburame clan was supposed to be quiet. No cursed eyes, no tragic prophecy—just a home, a family, and a low profile. For a transmigrator, it was the perfect start. But in a world of Tailed Beasts and ancient gods, "safety" is a fleeting dream. From the devastation of Pain to the celestial hunger of the Otsutsuki, the world is marked for harvest. Tetsumaru refuses to be a casualty of fate. Armed with modern science and chakra-driven evolution, he is cultivating a trillion-strong biological empire. When the heavens descend to plunder the Earth, they won't find a village. They will find an endless tide of chitin and hunger. At the edge of the galaxy, a final truth remains: "I am the Swarm." patreon.com/Shinobi_Scrolls -50 Advance Chapters Please note: This is a translated version. All credit and rights are reserved by the original author. Original: 在木叶打造虫群科技树 百战羊
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