Sand Village wins!
He stands in a desert, surrounded by sand and heat, much like he was at the beginning of his journey in his past life. With fondness he remembers taking over the west coast of the country, city by city, state by state, as he fought side by side...or rather commanded his brothers in arms, known to most as monsters: Zilla, Kong, Red, Mech, and Nuke. His blood brother never really got involved until necessary and that was only the case once the Killerbees attacked...or rather survived their attack, fending off Nuke the Bombardier. Nuke was the only one of his brothers to not be labeled a monster, and yet he was the greatest monster of them all. Red, Mech, Zilla, Kong, even Super, are all superhumanly strong, durable, unable to be harmed by most weapons in any sort of permanent manner, but it was Nuke who could incinerate thousands of people in a blink of an eye. Nuke who kept the military at bay, Nuke who...though even without Nuke, the GCD took out the military, just him and his blood brother Super. Even the White House fell to the fangs of the dragon and the heat generated by the Black Sun.
But enough about the old world, already conquered, destroyed and ruled by monsters. This is a new world, a new opportunity, and the same strategy might not work as well as it did. He stands over what appears to be a man-made village, hidden beneath surrounding cliffs, and looks, observes the new world he is in, looking and searching for a way, a repository of information that he can use to gain at least a foothold. He watches as people walk by, normal people, pawns, the 85%, and realizes that they are much like the pawns from his world. Were they a universal constant? Or was he simply in a world that resembled his own in that regard? The question would go unanswered for now, until he conquered more worlds and forced his peace.
And while the pawns, the people are the same, albeit with less technology, the warriors are not. Unlike in his world, these warriors appear to be the military, uniformed with a clear hierarchy, and also unlike his world, there are...significantly more killers. He can tell by their movements that while they may not be natural born (and some are), they are trained killers. And instantly that makes his bid for control that much harder...and yet it opens up a path for him that is otherwise closed. One lucky thing he notices is the type of garb: people walking around with cloth wrapped around their face and their mouths, protecting themselves from the desert winds, from airborne sand. This makes him slightly less conspicuous with his mask, though his cape and his gauntlet are still sure to turn heads. And he'd yet to see any kind of firearm, so those would likely blow minds.
Villain, as he calls himself, stands about five feet eleven inches tall, making him somewhat tall in this new world, with a full, black obsidian mask that covers his face. He wears an onyx necklace and seven onyx rings (four on his left hand, three on his right), an obsidian bracelet, a black panther pelt that covers his head and back, and a black dress shirt with black pants. He also wears black obsidian gloves and black obsidian boots. A normal man would die of heat exhaustion in this all black garb, in the desert sun, but the Black Sun is no normal man.
After observing for an hour or so, Villain finally locates the first of his goals: an area of learning, of knowledge, of books, a library. Careful to move unseen, Villain slips his way in and picks up his first book. Immediately he sees a problem, his first major hurdle: the book is not written in english, but a language that is entirely foreign to him. As he focuses on the strange writing, Villain comes to a conclusion that the language is a modified form of Japanese, a language he's only seen and heard, but never learned. Suppressing a sigh of discontent, he begins the necessary process, one that takes hours for one like him, and he starts to learn the language as he flips through book after book.
Three hours later, he has the modified Japanese memorized fairly well, and he begins re-reading the books he used for practice. Another three hours later, after looking over event after event, from wars to village establishments, to Tailed Demons, to Village Leaders called Kages being established, being killed, and going missing, Villain has what he needs: a broad but complete history of this world, and more importantly of this village. He keeps in mind to later read about chakra, a word that frequently came up, no doubt some form of energy they utilized, and decides based on what he read, what his next move should be. He should use what he learned to make his next move, his first move in achieving his new goal of...
[] Recruiting some of the younger ninja with potential, to replicate what he did in his own world
[] Gathering the 'monsters' of the world, the Jinchuuriki, to control all the power this world has to offer
[] Conquering this village as a base, so he could place the others under his flag and force his peace
[] Joining a Village and becoming one of these ninjas, to better master his personal power. From then he can take on a new goal.