Transmigrated into a gravedigger in Konoha, starting with a god-level choice of three: Sage Body, Sharingan, or Uzumaki Bloodline?

I'm sorry, I just want to live.

He decisively chose the Thousand Hands Immortal Body, and from then on embarked on a steady path of "as long as I have enough trump cards, no one can kill me".

But that scheming, reborn villain always treated me as the most hidden mastermind, relentlessly testing me.

Villain: "Damn it! My perfect plan has been ruined again! Who is that sweeper?"

Me: "Thanks for the invitation. I just finished cleaning the memorial tablet and casually picked up an S-rank forbidden technique. Today is another peaceful day."