The sun cast a golden hue over Kuoh Academy, a sign of another eventful school day. But for Issei Hyoudou and his classmates, today wasn't just any ordinary day—it was the day they had to submit their career aspirations.
Normally, such a task would be met with the typical groans and complaints of students dreading the thought of their future. But here? This class was built differently.
The atmosphere was unnervingly tense as the students sat in their seats, their expressions unnaturally serious. They looked down at their desks in eerie silence as their homeroom teacher entered—a middle-aged woman with average looks and a mild personality. She was no fool; she had been teaching this class long enough to know trouble when she saw it.
"Good morning, class. I hope you have finished the forms."
"Hai."
A unified response, too obedient—a red flag.
Her brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded nonetheless.
"Then Kiba, please collect the forms."
Yuuto Kiba, ever the gentleman, stood up and went around collecting the forms. He moved with the grace and efficiency of a true model student, handing the pile of papers to the teacher without issue.
But something was off.
The teacher glanced at the neatly stacked forms, then looked up at the suspiciously silent class.
That was when she knew.
"Just checking, but… you answered seriously, right?"
No response.
Not a single soul moved.
It was as if the room had turned into an abandoned ghost town—silent, eerie, and full of impending disaster.
The teacher let out a sigh, already massaging her temples as she muttered, "Then I guess I'll be checking them here."
She picked up the first form.
Her eye twitched.
"Middle school student?"
A headache immediately exploded in her skull.
"See, I knew it!" she yelled, slamming the paper onto the desk.
The students remained poker-faced, some trembling as they held back laughter.
"This is what I'm talking about!" she continued, waving the sheet in the air like a banner of despair. "I am begging you, take this seriously!"
Silence.
They were too good at this.
With narrowed eyes, she grabbed another form, muttering darkly.
"Ghost? Then please die already."
A few muffled snickers escaped, but the class remained mostly composed.
She grabbed the next sheet.
"Sports adventurer… which one is it?!" she screamed, throwing the paper back at the student who wrote it.
She barely took a breath before picking up the next one.
Her face paled instantly.
"T-Teacher's wife?"
Her hands trembled in disgust as she recoiled, dropping the paper like it had personally offended her ancestors.
But it was the next one that truly broke her.
"Harem King."
"AHHH! WHY CAN'T ANY OF YOU BE NORMAL?!"
She snapped.
Like an overworked salarywoman on her last thread of sanity, the teacher flipped her desk over and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
The class exploded.
"Pffft—Hahaha!"
Students collapsed on their desks, holding their sides as laughter echoed throughout the classroom.
"Kiba, my man, thanks for convincing the class!" Issei grinned, patting the blonde knight on the back.
Kiba, ever the composed one, smirked. "No problem. It was an interesting experience. Though I can't believe they wrote so many embarrassing things."
Issei snorted, still riding the high of their collective trolling. "We all gotta have some fun somehow. But, seriously, who the hell wanted to stay as a middle school student? LMAO."
Kiba suddenly froze.
Then, very slowly, he turned to look at Issei.
"You know that's not how French people laugh, right?"
Issei blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Kiba sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
"French people don't laugh with 'LMAO'..." he stated with an uncharacteristically serious expression.
Issei leaned in, curious. "Then how do they laugh?"
Kiba smirked, turning towards the door.
"Lol lol lol."
Issei leaned back in his chair, still chuckling at Kiba's unexpected wit.
"Man, you've really changed since we became friends. I remember when you used to be all princely and serious."
Kiba smirked. "Oh? And now?"
"Now, you're a witty bastard," Issei said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Kiba replied smoothly.
Issei waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't go too far or I'll start thinking you're secretly part of my perverted trio."
Kiba gave him a look. "Issei… I have standards."
Issei clutched his chest dramatically. "Ouch! Betrayed by my own bro! How could you?"
Kiba simply patted his shoulder. "There, there. Maybe one day, you'll rise to be more than just the 'Harem King' of delusions."
"Oi, my dreams are valid!" Issei shot back, but Kiba was already walking out the door.
Before leaving, Kiba turned back with a smirk. "Lol lol lol."
Issei groaned, facepalming.
"Damn it, Kiba! Now you've got me thinking that's how French people actually laugh!"
DBZ World:
A cold wind swept across the barren wasteland where a group of battle-hardened warriors stood. The Saiyans, the last remnants of a mighty race, were gathered before Naruto Uzumaki, the Emperor of Mankind. His golden eyes held an amused glint as he observed their reactions to Vegeta's predicament.
Vegeta, the proud Prince of all Saiyans, hung from a jagged rock formation, bound by unbreakable chains. His once-mighty aura had been subdued, leaving him powerless and at the mercy of his so-called comrades.
"Nappa, YOU TRAITOR!" Vegeta bellowed, his rage-fueled voice echoing through the wasteland. His battered body twitched as he struggled against his restraints.
Nappa, standing below him with arms crossed, simply smirked. "Vegeta, Vegeta, how am I the traitor? These fine Saiyans have offered us a chance to rebuild our race, and you refuse. If anything, that makes you the real traitor. Tell me, have you even fathered a child yet?"
Vegeta's jaw clenched, but before he could retort, Nappa added, "Plus, you disgraced yourself as a prison bitch."
Vegeta's furious screams filled the air. "NAPPA, I WILL KILL YOU!"
A loud THUD silenced him. Gohan, standing beside Naruto, had buried his fist into Vegeta's stomach with a casual expression.
"Shut up, both of you," Gohan muttered, his voice devoid of amusement. He turned his piercing gaze towards Nappa. "Baldy, you don't have any kids either, so don't be a hypocrite."
Nappa swallowed nervously, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He had seen that look in Gohan's eyes before. This kid is terrifying.
"Y-Yes, as you wish." Nappa bowed his head slightly, stepping back.
Naruto watched the exchange with a smirk. He turned towards the gathered Saiyans. "So, what do you all think about repopulating our race?"
Raditz, standing behind Naruto, spoke with uncharacteristic respect. "Emperor of Mankind, I have no objections. In fact, I believe I have already found a suitable partner."
A wide grin spread across Naruto's face. "Ooooh, my little boy has grown! No need to be shy, I'm proud of you!" He pulled Raditz into a tight hug.
Raditz felt his entire body relax, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. Naruto was a figure of immense power, someone he deeply admired. Receiving his praise felt... fulfilling.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Goku asked, genuinely curious.
Raditz straightened his posture. "Princess Snake. She has a charming personality and is the strongest female I've met."
Naruto nodded in approval. "Not a bad choice. She's strong, and your kids will inherit some useful abilities." He turned to Goku. "And you?"
Goku blinked in confusion. "Me?"
"Yes, or are you planning to kill Chi-Chi with your... prowess in bed?" Naruto teased, his words slow and deliberate. "You've been living an isolated life, Goku. I think you should expand your horizons. What about that girl Launch? Or even that mermaid you met?"
Goku frowned. "Chi-Chi will be sad."
"You won't even do this for the survival of our kind?" Nappa interjected, standing a little too close to Gohan for comfort.
Naruto simply smiled. "Don't worry. I already spoke to Chi-Chi. She agreed."
Goku's eyes widened. "Really?"
Naruto placed a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me, Goku—have you ever done what you truly wanted? You've spent your whole life fighting and training, but what about your personal happiness?"
Goku hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. "I haven't seen Launch or the mermaid in years…"
"Then go talk to them. It'll be fun," Naruto encouraged. "And besides, Chi-Chi is lonely up on that mountain. More people around will help her, too."
It was true. Chi-Chi's life on Mount Paozu was one of isolation, only seeing Goku when he wasn't off saving the world. She needed companionship, and Naruto had masterfully convinced her that adding more women to the household would benefit everyone—especially with Goku's stamina being a... challenge.
"Throw Vegeta in the pit," Naruto suddenly commanded.
Gohan stiffened, his face draining of color. "The PIT?!" His body trembled violently.
"The darkness can't touch me."
"The darkness can't touch me."
A chilling chant echoed among the gathered Saiyans. Their once proud and arrogant expressions had turned hollow, their skin pale with terror. Even Nappa—who had survived countless battles—began sweating bullets as he imagined the horrors of the pit.
Vegeta, watching the scene unfold, stopped struggling. His rage turned to dread as he turned his eyes towards Naruto—the man who had orchestrated this entire scenario. Naruto's expression was one of delightful amusement.
'This diabolical bastard… This was his plan all along. He's a complete sadist!'
"STOP! STOP! I accept!" Vegeta finally broke, his voice desperate.
Naruto sighed dramatically. "A shame. I was really curious to see how long you'd last down there. I lack experimental material, you see. Maybe you'd like to volunteer?"
Vegeta's face turned ashen. "N-No! I'm fine!"
Naruto chuckled. "For shame. Raditz, take your new comrades to their new home."
Raditz composed himself and bowed. "Yes, Master." In an instant, he vanished, taking both Saiyans with him.
As soon as they were gone, Gohan burst into laughter. "HAHAHA, that was so mean!" He clutched his stomach, unable to contain himself.
Naruto smirked. "You all have become good actors. Let's celebrate with a feast! I'm cooking today."
"YEAH!" Goku and Gohan cheered in unison, their Saiyan instincts kicking in at the mention of food.
And thus, the rebuilding of the Saiyan race had begun—not through conquest, but through camaraderie, family, and, of course… good food.
Naruto world:
Naruto leaned back in his chair, tapping the pen against his chin as he surveyed the mountain of paperwork before him. It wasn't just any mundane bureaucracy—this was the foundation of an empire spanning countless worlds. His sharp blue eyes flickered with amusement as he picked up another document.
'Request for funds to build and develop galaxy-sized robots, as the previous solar system-sized Gundams had become too weak for the elite warriors.'
A slow grin stretched across his face. "Now this… this is what I like to see." His hand shot forward, fingers crackling with golden energy as he dramatically signed the document.
"Cue epic music."
A sudden gust of wind burst through the room as the unmistakable melody of the Dragonborn Song in Dragon Tongue filled the air. The vibrations of the powerful chant sent a shiver through the space, igniting the battle spirit of everyone in range.
Naruto stood up with a theatrical flourish, his golden cloak billowing around him as if responding to his sheer presence. "I will take this pen… AND SIGN THE DOCUMENT!" He declared with the gravitas of a warrior about to slay a immortal.
He spun on his heels, grabbed his mug with the same exaggerated energy, and lifted it high. "NOW, I WILL TAKE THIS JUICE… AND DRINK IT!"
With one mighty gulp, he downed the drink, slamming the mug on the table with a satisfied exhale. "Mmm, good stuff. Choji really outdid himself."
The concoction, a masterpiece of culinary science, had been crafted from the rarest ingredients sourced from various worlds, particularly from the planet Toriko, where food itself could grant unimaginable power. The Akimichi clan had flourished since trade routes were established, their once simple appetite evolving into something far more profound—a path of strength through consumption.
As the epic music continued, Naruto reflected on the changes occurring in his empire. Every day, warriors grew stronger, technology evolved, and civilizations expanded under his rule.
Yet, amidst all this grandeur, the uncontrollable battle spirit that the song invoked had unintended consequences.
"Why does he do this to us?" Mirai muttered through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "I want to battle so badly right now!"
The entire office was filled with warriors barely restraining themselves, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The Dragonborn Song wasn't just music—it was an ancient battle chant with the power to ignite the will to fight in anyone who heard it.
Naruto smirked, oblivious to their internal struggle. He turned back to his papers when a thought crossed his mind. "Fus… Ro… Dah."
A tremendous shockwave erupted from his mouth, obliterating half the city in an instant. Buildings crumbled, mountains shattered, and the sky itself seemed to crack under the sheer force of the Thu'um.
Silence followed.
Naruto blinked, then facepalmed. "Shit. Forgot to turn off the setting."
He snapped his fingers.
In a single instant, time rewound to just before the destruction. The city stood pristine, its people completely unaware of the catastrophe that had briefly erased them from existence.
Naruto sat back down, muttering to himself. "Man, I really gotta stop doing that."
Chapter 40:
Boruto vs. Himawari: The Bonds of Family and Battle
In a vast cosmic battlefield, stars and galaxies swirled around like dust in a storm. Yet, despite the grand scale of their surroundings, this was only a fragment of Naruto's personal dimension—a place crafted specifically for training his children. Here, destruction held no consequence, and space itself bent to accommodate the clash of two titans in the making.
Boruto Uzumaki, now 18 years old, stood tall, clad in celestial armor woven from the essence of galaxies. In his grasp, he held the Lightning Blade, a weapon so powerful that merely existing caused fractures in reality. His golden Jogan eyes gleamed with untamed potential, warping time and space at his command.
Above him, a colossal red dragon with three mouths and a form that stretched across the cosmos loomed. This was Slifer the Sky Dragon, his bijuu, a divine beast whose mere presence warped the laws of nature.
Opposite him, Himawari Uzumaki, only 16 years old, radiated an aura that could shake the fabric of the universe. She had inherited Naruto's passive Ten Crowns, a power so absurd that it negated all forms of harm and influence unless she consciously allowed it. Her galactic armor and weapon pulsed with the essence of creation itself.
Atop her shoulder, her bijuu, a tiny, winged cat, purred softly. It was a creature of unimaginable power, a being forged from a galaxy's will, yet it appeared no larger than a house cat, its fluffy fur shimmering like the night sky.
Unlike Boruto, whose power was sharp, raw, and overwhelming, Himawari's power warped reality itself, reshaping it into whatever she desired.
At the moment, the battlefield was a dreamlike world of sweets and cute things—a candy-colored battlefield where even the meteorites resembled giant marshmallows. Plush toys rained from the sky like divine weapons, and pink lightning bolts crackled in the air, humming with an eerie, childlike melody.
But Boruto knew…
If she got angry, all of this would turn into something far, far worse.
Boruto flashed forward, his Lightning Blade shrieking as he swung at Himawari's throat—but the moment his weapon was about to make contact, his body sank into the candy-coated battlefield like liquid.
Before he could react, a giant plush rabbit with button eyes drop-kicked him through a nebula.
"Damn it!" Boruto flipped midair, bending space to redirect himself. But the moment he stabilized, Himawari appeared behind him, sitting on a floating cushion, sipping tea.
"You really should appreciate my cute world more, Nii-san." She teased, giggling as a giant teddy bear wielding a flaming candy cane swung at him.
Boruto raised his Lightning Blade, slicing through the bear, but instead of falling apart…
It exploded into thousands of tiny, knife-wielding teddy bears.
"Oh, come on!"
Boruto blitzed across space, lightning erupting from his body, as his Jogan flared, distorting time itself. He twisted his blade in an arc, ripping open a black hole, trying to erase Himawari's creation from existence.
But before his attack could take effect…
The black hole turned into a giant piece of chocolate.
Boruto froze, his eye twitching. "Okay, what the hell—"
That was when Himawari finally got serious.
The cute world shattered like glass.
The plushies twisted into eldritch horrors, their eyes hollow and mouths filled with rows of teeth that should not exist. The sky darkened into a crimson abyss, and the once playful candy rain turned into razor-sharp crystal shards.
Boruto felt his skin crawl as his Jogan instinctively activated, recognizing the shift in reality.
Himawari's smile remained, but her aura had changed.
"You're pushing me, Nii-san." Her voice echoed like a melody in a twisted dreamscape. "Shall I push back?"
Boruto barely had time to register the shift in space before something tore into his stomach.
A shadowy, clawed hand, born from the nightmare realm, had pierced his celestial armor and dug deep into his flesh.
His mind screamed in warning—this was not just physical damage.
This was conceptual damage.
Himawari had rewritten reality itself to state that Boruto had already been wounded.
His entire body shook as his own Jogan struggled to counter the rewrite.
Just as Boruto's willpower faltered, as the battle tilted entirely in Himawari's favor…
He heard it.
A soft, familiar voice.
"Lay down your head, and I'll sing you a lullaby… Back to the years of loo-li, lai-lay…"
Boruto's body froze.
Memories flooded his mind—memories of a gentle voice singing him to sleep as a child.
He saw the warmth of the Hokage's office, the candlelight flickering as his father sat beside his bed.
He saw Hinata, her beautiful lavender eyes filled with endless love, stroking his hair as she sang softly to him.
He saw a tiny Himawari, curled up beside him, sleeping soundly, her little hand wrapped around his fingers.
He saw his father, Naruto, watching over them, his presence like an unshakable mountain.
Boruto's Jogan glowed, brighter than ever.
The power of his pure eyes, a power that transcended even Otsutsuki influence, rejected Himawari's nightmare realm.
The darkness shattered.
Himawari blinked as her warped world unraveled like threads of a tapestry, dissolving back into the vast cosmic battlefield.
Boruto floated midair, his hand over his heart, his wounds closing.
Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
"Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you… I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay…"
It was a song of love, of family, of home.
And it reminded Boruto…
That no matter how strong he became, no matter how intense the battle was, there was something even greater than power.
Love.
Himawari stared at him for a long moment.
Then, slowly, she smiled.
"Guess I lost."
Boruto laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Let's go with that."
From the sidelines, Naruto watched with pride.
"They've grown so much," he thought, sipping his ramen.
End of the Sparring Match
Himawari playfully floated over and nudged Boruto. "We should do this again sometime. Maybe I'll actually try next time."
Boruto twitched. "Wait, what?"
Naruto burst out laughing. "That's my girl!"
As Boruto floated in the endless void, his Jogan eyes shimmered, reflecting the swirling galaxies around him. The battle had ended, yet his heart felt unsettled.
The lullaby still echoed in his mind, a remnant of happier days—a time when things were simpler, when he could just fall asleep in the warmth of his parents' home.
Yet now, at 18 years old, standing at the apex of power, he couldn't shake a terrifying truth.
His loved ones could still die.
For years, his father had kept their empire wrapped in an absolute defense, an unbreakable concept known as the Immortal Emperor's Domain of Bliss. Within it, pain, despair, and death were all but impossible. No matter how powerful their enemies, no matter how vast the wars they fought, Naruto's will ensured that none of his people suffered.
But Boruto's Jogan had shattered that veil.
His eyes were too pure, too absolute, their very nature rejecting fabricated realities and revealing the unfiltered truth of existence.
And the truth was horrifying.
For the first time in years, Boruto could feel the weight of mortality pressing down on him.
The warmth of Himawari's smile.
The kindness in Hinata's voice.
The laughter of his father.
All of it could be lost.
And he was the only one who could see it coming.
Naruto, still lounging casually, took another sip of his ramen as he observed his son's distant expression.
"So... the Jogan really did it, huh?" he thought, his golden Alpha Stigma eyes reflecting Boruto's conflicted aura.
Naruto was no fool.
He knew what Boruto had just experienced.
For years, he had woven the Immortal Emperor's Domain of Bliss around his empire, not just to protect his people, but to ease their burden. He didn't want his family, his friends, his loved ones to carry the weight of endless war.
For as long as his domain existed, they could laugh, love, and live freely, never needing to fear pain or loss.
But Boruto…
His son had torn through the illusion with those damned Pure Eyes.
And now?
Now he stood at the crossroads of understanding, trapped between joy and despair.
Naruto sighed, placing his empty ramen bowl down before warping directly in front of Boruto.
Boruto didn't even react, his mind lost in thought.
Then, a hand rested on his head, ruffling his hair.
Boruto blinked, looking up into his father's eyes. "...Dad?"
Naruto smirked. "Heavy, huh?"
Boruto hesitated. Then, finally, he exhaled sharply and admitted, "Yeah... it is."
Naruto's smile softened. "I figured this day would come eventually. It always does."
Boruto looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
Naruto turned his gaze to the swirling cosmos around them. "You think you're the first person to feel this way? You think I didn't go through the same thing?"
Boruto frowned. "But you always seemed... so sure. So unshakable."
Naruto let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I did a pretty good job of faking it, huh?"
Boruto's eyes widened. "Wait—"
Naruto glanced at him. "You really think I didn't struggle with this stuff? Back when I first became Hokage... hell, even before that, when I was just a kid trying to protect my friends? I spent so many nights lying awake, wondering if I was strong enough. If I could keep everyone safe."
He crossed his arms. "And then I met Sasuke... and he was going through the same thing. And then I met the Sage of Six Paths... and he told me even immortals have doubts."
Boruto remained silent, taking in every word.
Naruto smirked. "There's no such thing as a world without suffering. And yeah, one day, we're all gonna die. Even me."
Boruto stiffened at those words.
Naruto continued, "But that's not what matters. What matters is how we choose to live."
He poked Boruto's forehead, just like Itachi once did to Sasuke. "You're my son. You're a warrior. And now? Now you're seeing the world for what it truly is. It's scary, isn't it?"
Boruto swallowed hard. "Yeah."
Naruto smiled. "Then use that fear. Let it push you forward, not hold you back. Because even if death is inevitable..."
His golden eyes gleamed.
"...as long as we keep moving, keep laughing, keep fighting… then we'll always be alive in each other's hearts."
Boruto's Jogan pulsed. He took a deep breath… and finally smiled.
"Yeah. I get it now."
Naruto grinned. "Good. Now stop being so dramatic and go eat some ramen. I'm not letting you mope around all day."
Boruto laughed, wiping his face. "Fine, fine... but you're paying."
Naruto groaned. "Dammit, why do my kids always leech off me?!"
As they laughed together, the weight in Boruto's heart lightened.
Yes, the world was fragile.
Yes, death was inevitable.
Yes, he had seen the truth.
But as long as he had his family, his friends, and his father's wisdom…
He'd never be alone.
Chapter 41:
The Heroes Chat Group had seen its fair share of wild discussions, but today's topic?
It had sent shockwaves through dimensions, planets, and realms alike.
Chat Log
Don: "Emperor of Mankind, what's up with the sudden interest in giving Goku a harem?"
Oppai Dragon: "Yes, Master. What's up with that favoritism? Here I am in need of some expert advice."
Hybrid: "Seriously, I am also interested."
Glutton: "Just beat the living shit out of Sky Mammoth, so how did we go from that to harems?"
Neo One For All: "Interested."
The King (Meruem): "What does that mean?"
Hybrid: "Harem means having more than a single lover. One guy, two or three girls doing the bow chicka wow. Need to keep it PG for the kids."
The King: "I see. I don't find the appeal."
Emperor of Mankind: "Well, I'm only doing it for fun. Look at Goku's face and tell me it wouldn't be hilarious seeing him handle a harem. Take a sec and you will LOL so hard it might pop your funny bone."
Ichigo: "Curses, I lost my bone somewhere."
Silent Beast: "Same."
Meanwhile, on Earth
Gohan had seen the chat and was about to log out when suddenly…
Monkey King: "Gohan my boy, we need to discuss some very deep topics today."
Gohan: "Gohan has left. Only the Silent Beast stays."
Monkey King: "I will personally test how silent you can be. Hehe."
Gohan: "Hehe."
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕…
Somewhere in the Earth's orbit, Gohan was running for his life, but fate was cruel.
He bumped into Goku near the moon and was greeted with a tight slap to the face.
Gohan: "Child abuse!"
Emperor of Mankind: "So what's up with you guys asking about harems?"
Yasaka: "You posted a picture with five women."
Naruto paused and scrolled up.
There it was—a photo of him smiling like a king, surrounded by:
HinataShionHanabiSaradaKaguya
Emperor of Mankind: "Only four are my wives. One is my sister-in-law."
Silence.
Then…
Neo One For All: "Mmm."
Hybrid: "Mmmm."
Oppai Dragon: "Mmmmm."
Ichigo: "Mmmmmmm."
Naruto squinted at the chat.
Emperor of Mankind: "I am NOT giving advice, so screw you guys."
Unfortunately, he forgot that the epic music was still playing at full intensity in the background.
A moment later, across the multiverse, heroes and warriors suddenly felt an overwhelming battle aura—their instincts ignited, their bodies moved on their own, and before they knew it…
Naruto watched the chaos unfold through the group's live feeds and sighed.
Emperor of Mankind: "…Maybe I should lower the battle music next time."
Yasaka, still watching the group's reactions, smirked.
Yasaka: "So, about that harem discussion…"
Naruto logged out immediately.
Another Day in the Heroes Chat Group
The Heroes Chat Group was once again in peak chaos mode.
Earlier that day, someone had uploaded videos of Naruto vs. Ishiki and his battle against Odin from another universe.
Naruto didn't mind—he wanted the others to learn from his experiences.
However, as expected, everyone in the chat had different takes on the fight.
Chat Log:
Hybrid: "Emperor of Mankind, the boss. Take notes, kids."
Don: "My subordinate said, 'I terrify my slaves,' so I looked at him until he apologized."
Silent Beast: "Like a boss."
Oppai Dragon: "I thought you said, 'I can't interfere directly.'" (Highlighted the Naruto vs. Odin video.)
Emperor of Mankind: "That's a special case. It happened while I was drunk. It made me weaker by a few percentages, and I just don't like taking away someone else's fun."
Grand Scholar (Wang Lin): "Master, I don't understand how Odin died."
Toriko: "Same here." (He had rewatched the battle multiple times but still didn't get it.)
Goku: "I thought the pit was a joke… also didn't understand the battle."
A wave of confusion filled the chat.
Finally, Naruto decided to clarify.
Emperor of Mankind: "I guess it's hard to understand from a video, so I'll tell you what happened. You see… I just simply killed him in the past."
Silence.
Then…
Wang Lin: "Gunner, do you see that man?"
???: "Yes, My Lord?"
Wang Lin: "I don't want to."
???: "Understood, Mi'Lord."
Ichigo: "No chill you have, savage I shall be." (Quoting Yoda.)
Then, out of nowhere—
Oppai Dragon: "When you're hitting it from the back, and she says, 'Destroy my cheeks like you destroyed Konoha.'"
A meme appeared in the chat:
📷 "These cheeks shall know pain."
Naruto burst out laughing.
Emperor of Mankind: "I can't believe you just did that. You just made Yahiko cry as I sent it to him."
Somewhere in another realm, Yahiko stared at his phone in horror.
Konan just sighed.
Rias: "Emperor of Mankind, loyalty to the horde is necessary. You just gave away your man to the outsider."
Emperor of Mankind: "Still not enough practice. You need to feel the memes. Make the memes your life, and you shall be the memer."
More Memes Erupt
Neo One For All: "It's dangerous to meme alone, so take this."
Ichigo: "I don't always tweet memes, but when I do, I use the Memer Package 7."
Oppai Dragon: "You guys got a bro feeling going on there. What did we miss?"
Don: "You gotta feel the flow of the memes, and you shall understand. Professional memer here."
Naruto Introduces a New Game: Metal Empire VR
After all the meme madness, Naruto brought the chat back to business.
Emperor of Mankind: "Okay, enough jokes. I got a game for all of you guys. I talked with Issei about it and showed him the playthrough. He is loving it."
Everyone listened intently.
Emperor of Mankind: "It's a game from another universe filled with giant robots. You can experience piloting one and even build your own while competing with warriors from that universe."
Almost everyone showed their approval.
Except for a few warriors who only cared about direct combat.
Issei was over the roof with excitement.
But he had one issue.
His battle with Riser was coming up.
Oppai Dragon: "Let me deal with that flaming chicken first and take his girls. Then I'll have my fun with those sweet, sweet Gundams."
The chat exploded with laughter.
Somewhere in another universe, Riser sneezed violently.
Renegade Immortal:
Wang Lin halted as he stepped beyond the town's outskirts, his movements as fluid as the drifting night wind. In his grasp, the young boy—still reeling from the breakneck speed—was unceremoniously dropped onto the dirt ground.
The boy groaned, his vision spinning from the sheer force of the journey. Wang Lin had not shielded him with Ki, allowing him to feel the raw impact of their speed difference. His sect robes, once pristine, were now dust-covered, a stark contrast to the nameless savior before him.
Wang Lin regarded the child, his gaze hidden behind the blank mask of his ANBU attire. The uniform was foreign to these lands, a testament to his connection to something greater than the simple sect the boy hailed from.
"Be careful next time. Don't make trouble with people stronger than you." His voice was calm yet distant, carrying the weight of experience. "Pride can't feed you, nor can it replace your life."
Before the child could respond, Wang Lin vanished into the darkness, his presence dissipating like a shadow at dusk.
The boy struggled to his feet, shaking the dust from his robes as he scanned his surroundings.
But there was nothing.
His savior was gone, as if he had never existed.
'Who was he?' The boy wondered, gripping his chest to steady his breath. The black uniform, the mask, the ghostly silence of his departure—they did not belong to any sect he knew.
'Was he an assassin?'
That thought sent a shiver down his spine. He needed to report this to his sect elders.
Without another word, the boy turned and rushed back toward the city.
From above, Wang Lin watched everything.
His divine sense, honed through endless training and his recent breakthrough to the second level of Qi Condensation, allowed him to see as if he stood among the heavens.
His perspective hovered over the boy, tracking his movements as if he were an observer of the world rather than a participant.
'His senses are weak… too weak for someone at the third level of Qi Condensation.'
There was no disappointment in his thought—just a cold, analytical assessment. His encounter with those arrogant sect disciples had been laughably easy.
They thought themselves powerful, but in the grand scale of cultivation, they were nothing.
A sudden message appeared in his mind, echoing like a decree from the heavens.
Mission Notice:
Spread your name far and wide. (50,000 pt)Take over the Kingdom. (20,000 pt)Destroy the Divine Bull. (5,000 pt)
These were missions issued by Naruto, Don, and Toriko.
Wang Lin's eyes narrowed beneath his mask.
'Master's mission is a long-term goal. But Elder Toriko's task… that is feasible within a few years.'
His fingers lightly drummed against the branch he perched on, considering his next move.
A sharp shift in the air pulled Wang Lin from his thoughts.
He was not alone.
From below, a group of elite bodyguards had encircled the area. Their cultivation levels were formidable—10th Level Qi Condensation warriors.
Two of them were even at the 14th level.
But Wang Lin felt no fear.
Instead, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips beneath his mask.
"I definitely hate this…" he muttered, stretching his arms as he gauged their movements.
A beat passed.
Then, his smirk deepened.
"…but at least I'll earn some points."
A wicked smile spread across Wang Lin's face beneath his mask.
"The death scent is too low on my body, while they stink of it."
This was a unique ability he had developed after studying the Path of Darkness. Ever since receiving the Shadow Paralysis technique, he had been able to smell death itself—a lingering aura that clung to those who had danced too closely with the reaper.
And right now, the men surrounding him reeked of it.
"Good enough."
Without hesitation, Wang Lin activated the chakra smoke bombs.
A thick, dark fog exploded outward, swallowing the battlefield in absolute blindness. The smoke warped perception, cutting off vision, sound, and even spiritual senses—except for Wang Lin's own.
He moved like a ghost, blending into the darkness. His shadow flickered unnaturally, extending like living tendrils until it wrapped around one of the bodyguards.
"Got you."
The unfortunate man stiffened, his body no longer his own.
At that moment, Wang Lin struck.
His nail punch—a technique that compressed the power of ten strikes into a single point—landed cleanly on the man's chest.
Crack!
A hole burst through the man's torso, his body collapsing before he even realized what had happened.
The remaining guards panicked, unable to see, hear, or sense what was going on.
Wang Lin exhaled, his body already feeling the fatigue of battle.
"That move takes too much stamina…"
His reserves were running low, and a prolonged fight was not in his favor. He had to leave now.
Swiftly, he dashed through the smoke, slapping exploding tags onto the confused guards. Before they could react, he activated them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rippled through the battlefield, sending flames and debris flying into the air. The screams of the injured warriors echoed in the night.
Meanwhile, Wang Lin had already vanished into the darkness, his body hidden with Life Erase.
As he ran through the forest, he heard the system notification.
"You have received 400 points (80 pts for each man.)"
"Not bad," he thought, feeling satisfied.
With these points, he could finally afford something useful.
He quickly scanned the store and without hesitation, purchased:
Earth Fish Projection Technique.
A wave of information flooded his mind, granting him knowledge of the ability.
It was a low-level space technique that allowed him to phase through the earth for one minute. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing.
"I don't even understand how it works… but it works. Whoever made this was either a genius or completely insane."
For Wang Lin, however, this was just the beginning.
"If I can grasp this technique, I can start understanding the Dao of Space… along with the Dao of Darkness."
And with that thought, he moved deeper into the forest, searching for denser life to further cloak his presence.
Once he was in a safe position, Wang Lin perched atop a tall tree, pulled out his phone, and checked the Heroes Chat Group.
A new video had been posted—one showcasing the Emperor of Mankind's battle.
Wang Lin watched in silence, his eyes narrowing in deep thought.
The raw power, the precision, the effortless domination…
"I wonder if I can reach this level one day."
His fingers clenched slightly.
He wanted it.
He needed it.
Far beyond the mortal realm, an entity stirred. All Heaven, the overseer of fate, gazed down upon him with intrigue.
"This match, I shall win. Your champion may have intelligence and unique skills, but I do not lack in those areas either."
A battle was coming.
And in one century, Wang Lin would face his greatest challenge yet.
Chapter 42:
DXD
The day of the Rating Game against Riser had finally arrived.
Issei and his team had endured grueling training—designed by experts from the Heroes Chat Group—which pushed them to the brink of insanity.
He was sure that he was completely normal, but for some reason, everyone disagreed with that notion. Even his maid had once commented,
"You're just… unique, my lord. It's part of your charm."
Rias had changed.
Through countless simulated battles, she had been tested to her limits in the virtual world, experiencing death over and over again.
The result?
Cold, sharp, ruthless.
There was no trace of hesitation in her crimson eyes as she looked over her team.
Now, they moved as hunters through the replica of Kuoh Academy.
Rias went straight for Riser.
Akeno went for the Queen.
The others spread out, hunting like wolves in the dark.
And Issei?
He was ready.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
"Finally, I can show my true strength. Let's get our game on, Ddraig!"
His bet with Riser was simple:
If Issei's team won, Riser would give up three of his servants.
If Riser won, Issei would become his loyal dog.
A foolish gamble.
"Sad little birdie didn't know who he was dealing with."
Now, it was time to prove it.
Issei moved silently, his presence vanishing as he prowled through the battlefield.
He had already locked onto his first prey—
Two twin cat girls, Ni and Li, both clad in tight, revealing school uniforms that accentuated their curves.
"What a feast for these hungry eyes…"
Issei appeared behind Ni like a phantom, wrapping his arms around her before she even realized what had happened.
She struggled.
But he didn't let go.
"I am very interested in you two," he whispered into her ear, enjoying her shivers.
"So please, surrender."
"Let Ni go, Nya!" Li hissed, her ears twitching in warning.
Issei chuckled darkly.
"How cute. You think this is a battle?"
A small energy ball formed in his palm.
Before Li could react—
BOOM!
The attack struck her chest, sending her crashing through the administrative building.
Issei turned back to Ni, his fingers trailing down her waist.
"I like girls who give me a challenge, but I can't show you mercy."
She struggled harder, clawing at him, enhancing her strength with chakra.
It was useless.
Issei's armored hand pierced through her heart, his fingers clutching the fading warmth of her life.
Ni gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.
She collapsed.
Issei sighed.
"What a tragedy. I really hate hurting beautiful girls."
But there was no time for mourning.
Li had recovered.
Fury burned in her eyes as she lunged forward, claws glowing with energy.
Issei met her attack with ease, catching her by the throat.
A swift punch to the neck sent her sprawling—
A final kick crushed her resistance.
Another piece removed from the board.
"You fiend!"
A new voice rang out.
Issei turned to see a tall girl in knight's armor, wielding a broadsword.
He grinned.
"Oho? A new challenger?"
Karlamine.
The girl charged, her sword flashing as she swung with deadly precision.
Issei blocked the strike with his gauntlet, deflecting the force away, and countered with a swift punch to her side.
Karlamine stumbled back, but threw a dagger mid-step.
Issei dodged effortlessly.
She followed up with a fierce slash, the air around it burning from sheer speed.
Issei narrowly avoided it, feeling the heat graze his cheek.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
This girl was strong.
Not just physically, but in spirit.
He liked that.
"You've got skill, girl. What's your name?"
"Karlamine," she said, steadying herself.
"And you? You're stronger than I expected… I thought you were just a pervert."
Issei laughed.
"Thanks. I have a proposal. Why don't you join me?"
She blinked.
"I can make you stronger. I'll help you become a better swordswoman, and I'll even provide top-tier equipment."
Her eyes flickered, showing the briefest hesitation.
But she still attacked.
Issei smirked, parrying and blocking each of her strikes.
He countered with quick jabs, testing her endurance, watching how she moved.
Finally, he decided to end it.
"We'll talk later."
With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance and struck her chest with a palm strike—
Followed by an energy blast.
It pierced through her heart.
Karlamine's eyes widened in shock.
She collapsed.
Issei sighed, cracking his knuckles.
"Oopsie. You were too slow."
A fireball came flying toward him.
Issei blocked it effortlessly, looking up to see—
A short blonde girl, her small frame wrapped in shining armor.
"You… monster!" she hissed, her fists clenching in rage.
Issei grinned, his eyes scanning her form.
"Lolis aren't so bad either…"
One Piece:
Alabasta was celebrating.
The tyranny and corruption that had plagued the land had been purged.
The king, now wiser, listened to the demands of the people, guiding the country toward a brighter future.
But Luffy—
Luffy sat atop the palace, his usual carefree grin absent, replaced by something else.
Conflict.
He had always dreamed of freedom.
He had wanted to give it to everyone.
Yet now, he was beginning to understand something—
Absolute freedom meant people were also free to do evil.
His hands tightened on his knees.
"I was too naive..."
Supervised freedom.
That's what he was enforcing.
He didn't know if it was right or wrong.
But when he saw people submit, when they obeyed his will without question—
It did something to him.
A strange feeling, crawling in his veins like a virus.
"I guess this is what they call the corruption of the soul."
Luffy chuckled, the thought both amusing and unsettling.
His mind drifted back to the battle with Crocodile.
A powerful foe.
Tactical. Ruthless. Experienced.
Yet, Luffy had won.
Not just because of his training—
But because of the Nature Energy Pill.
With it, his senses had sharpened, his body overflowed with power.
Crocodile never stood a chance.
Luffy had broken his body, pummeled him until his bones cracked, until the proud warlord lay beneath his feet, powerless.
That expression—
That look of defeat, of helplessness—
It had stirred something inside him.
It felt… good.
That realization had shaken him.
"Am I changing?"
He shook his head.
No.
He had always been this way.
He was just finally noticing it.
As planned, Luffy had established a shadow group within Alabasta.
The King was part of it.
He had never imagined a kingdom would be his.
But here he was.
A monarch in the shadows.
A ruler without a throne.
"Maybe… by the end of it, I'll be ruling the whole world."
The thought made him smile.
Luffy had stopped fighting it.
Stopped resisting Naruto's influence.
Naruto had helped him.
Had shown him things he never would have understood on his own.
So he accepted it.
With a grin, he stood up—
And jumped down toward the celebration below.
Tonight, he would enjoy himself.
And tomorrow…
He would continue his journey to the top.
Alabasta was alive with celebration.
The kingdom had been saved, and the people were letting loose after years of turmoil. Music filled the streets, fireworks lit up the sky, and the scent of roasted meat, sweet fruits, and strong drinks lingered in the air.
In the middle of it all, Naruto sat with the Straw Hat Pirates, enjoying the party.
Naruto and Luffy sat across from each other, a mountain of food between them.
Luffy grinned, mouth full of meat. "Naruto, you're pretty strong, but can you eat faster than me?"
Naruto smirked, picking up a huge chunk of roast meat. "You're challenging the guy who could out-eat a whole village?"
Zoro took a sip of sake. "This is going to be dumb."
Sanji exhaled smoke. "Just don't waste the food, idiots."
Chopper cheered. "Go, Naruto! Go, Luffy!"
Robin chuckled. "This should be entertaining."
The battle began.
Meat disappeared at lightning speed. Luffy's arms stretched, grabbing multiple plates, while Naruto used shadow clones to outpace him.
"THAT'S CHEATING, NARUTO!" Luffy yelled.
Naruto smirked. "All's fair in love and food, Luffy!"
The table was shaking. Plates stacked up. People gathered to watch.
And then—
BOOM.
Luffy and Naruto collapsed, bloated and full.
"I… can't… move…" Luffy groaned.
Naruto patted his stomach. "Yeah… I think I won."
Luffy weakly pointed. "You still left food…"
Sanji kicked them both. "THEN STOP WASTING IT!"
The party roared with laughter.
Zoro cracked his knuckles. "Alright, Uzumaki. You ate like a monster, but can you drink like one?"
Naruto grinned. "I've taken on sake-drinking monks before. Bring it."
They slammed cups together and started drinking.
One cup. Two. Five. Ten.
Sanji smirked. "Zoro's gonna crush him."
Robin sipped her wine. "I wouldn't be so sure."
After thirty cups, Zoro's face was slightly flushed. Naruto?
Completely normal.
Zoro squinted. "You're cheating."
Naruto laughed. "Nah, just got experience."
After fifty cups, Zoro swayed.
After seventy, he slumped over, snoring.
Chopper gasped. "ZORO LOST?!"
Usopp shook Naruto's hand. "You have my respect, man."
Naruto smirked. "Eh, he just needs practice."
Zoro mumbled in his sleep. "Damn fox…"
Sanji flicked his cigarette. "So, Naruto, I heard you've got a lot of girls in your life."
Naruto grinned. "Yeah, you could say that."
Sanji leaned in, eyes serious. "What's the secret? How do you get girls to like you?"
Naruto scratched his head. "Uh… just be yourself?"
Sanji gasped. "LIES."
Naruto laughed. "I dunno, man, maybe try not simping too hard?"
Sanji looked like he was stabbed. "That's impossible."
Robin giggled while Nami rolled her eyes. "Sanji, take notes."
Sanji clutched his chest. "So cruel, Nami-swaaan!"
Naruto patted his shoulder. "Hey, at least you cook good food. That's a big plus."
Sanji sighed. "You're right. I'll just cook my way into a woman's heart."
Naruto gave him a thumbs-up. "There you go."
Usopp pointed dramatically. "Naruto, I challenge you to a contest of epic tales!"
Naruto smirked. "Alright, long-nose. Hit me."
Usopp grinned. "Once, I fought off fifty sea kings with nothing but a slingshot and my incredible skills!"
Naruto nodded. "Nice. I once convinced a immortal that ramen was better than divine punishment."
Usopp gasped. "Impossible."
Naruto smirked. "True story."
The battle continued.
Usopp told of giant giants. Naruto told of fighting an actual moon alien.
Usopp spoke of legendary sniping skills. Naruto spoke of dodging lasers while eating ramen.
By the end, Usopp was shaking.
"You… you're good."
Naruto patted his shoulder. "You too, buddy."
Usopp sniffled. "We shall meet again in battle, my friend."
Naruto saluted. "Looking forward to it."
As the night calmed, Naruto and Luffy sat on the palace rooftop, looking at the stars.
Luffy grinned. "You're fun, Naruto."
Naruto chuckled. "You too, Luffy."
Luffy stretched his arms. "You're strong. You should join my crew."
Naruto laughed. "Tempting, but I've got my own stuff to do."
Luffy grinned. "Yeah, I get that."
A comfortable silence settled.
Then—
Luffy turned to Naruto.
"Hey, are we friends?"
Naruto smiled. "Of course, Luffy."
Luffy laughed. "Good. 'Cause I think you're awesome."
Naruto smirked. "Same here, future Pirate King."
The party raged below them, but in that moment, under the Alabasta night sky, two kindred spirits just sat and enjoyed the freedom of the world.
Once the party had finished, Naruto met up with Ace. Naruto looked at Ace, his expression calm yet absolute.
"You will be captured and killed by the Marines because of Blackbeard. Stop following him."
The words struck like lightning.
Luffy's eyes widened, his whole body freezing as a deep-rooted terror clawed its way into his heart.
A terror he had felt before.
A memory that didn't exist in this world—but one that burned in his soul.
The death of his other brother.
Ace was startled by Luffy's reaction, but he quickly stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Luffy's shoulder.
"Relax. I won't die."
But Luffy's hands tightened into fists.
He stared into Ace's eyes, demanding an answer.
"Tell me you won't follow him."
Ace was shocked by the sheer seriousness in Luffy's voice.
This wasn't like him.
Something about this moment felt… off.
But Ace trusted his little brother.
With a sigh, he nodded.
"Okay, I'll report back to my captain. I won't follow Teach."
Luffy exhaled, relief washing over him.
But Naruto wasn't done.
"Luffy, buy an escape plan for Ace and your crew—just in case."
He patted Luffy's head, then vanished, his presence spreading like a silent storm.
Luffy immediately pulled out his phone and began browsing.
Escape Plan 1:Fly in a straight line away from the enemy.Escape Plan 2:Fly while spinning.Escape Plan 3:Fly in a zigzag manner.Escape Plan 4:Fly while rotating and in a zigzag manner at extreme speeds to ensure escape.Escape Plan 5:Fly while rotating and in a zigzag manner at extreme speeds to ensure escape while leaving behind stardust.Escape Plan 6:Teleportation through a large beam for dramatic effect.
Luffy only had enough points for one.
His eyes gleamed as he selected Plan 4.
A ball of light formed in his hand.
With a smile that hid something deeper, he passed it to Ace.
"Take this."
The light entered Ace's body, merging with his soul.
Ace grinned, patting Luffy's head.
"Okay, Luffy. I'll be careful, so don't take it to heart."
He hugged his little brother, his usual carefree laugh filling the air.
Luffy's smile didn't waver.
But inside—
Something was changing.
The threat of death.
The memories buried within.
The truth that this world could still take away those he loved.
His heart… was no longer the same.
Chapter 43:
Naruto world:
Naruto strolled through the grand halls of the Central Library of the Empire, a place that was both a physical and mental construct—one that transcended time and space. Massive golden pillars stretched towards infinity, lined with ethereal bookshelves that flickered in and out of existence, each shelf holding the accumulated knowledge of countless worlds and lifetimes.
The grand library was ruled by Ino, the Keeper of All Knowledge. She had long since surpassed her former self, evolving into a being who held the memories, experiences, and wisdom of every person in the empire. Every discovery, every technique, every battle—all were recorded in her mind. Even if she were to perish, her library would persist forever within the mental realm she had created.
At her side stood Eda, one of Naruto's newer wives.
Eda, a cyborg born from the DNA remnants of an ascended Ōtsutsuki, had power that even Ishiki himself could not compare to. Her ability to see the past and present of all beings in the multiverse made her the perfect complement to Ino's role. With her vast knowledge of parallel worlds, hidden powers, and forgotten histories, she was the key to understanding the deeper truths of existence.
As Naruto entered, Ino, dressed in regal golden robes with silver patterns resembling neurons, looked up from her massive floating tome. Her blue eyes glowed faintly with the light of infinite wisdom. She smirked, already knowing what Naruto wanted before he even spoke.
Eda, who lounged lazily on a hovering couch nearby, gave him a flirtatious glance before grinning, "Did you come here to see me, or are you about to ask for another ridiculous upgrade?"
Naruto chuckled and shook his head. "Both, actually."
Naruto took a seat across from them and waved his hand, summoning a golden scroll of data he had gathered from Illya's world. The scroll floated into Ino's hands, who scanned through it instantly, her mind absorbing the runes, magical laws, and records of the Throne of Heroes.
Eda peered over Ino's shoulder, reading with mild amusement. "Ah, so this is the world where 'heroes' become divine concepts, fueled by belief."
Naruto nodded. "Exactly. And that gave me an idea—we can apply a similar concept to our own empire."
Ino raised an eyebrow. "You mean integrating techniques into a system-based law? Letting warriors access skills they've never learned just by paying a certain cost?"
"Yes," Naruto confirmed. "But I don't just want it to be a normal system—I want it engraved into the very fabric of our universe. If we do this, the warriors of our empire won't just be limited by their own training. If someone is desperate, they can call upon a technique they don't understand but still use it at a certain cost.
More importantly, if enough people believe in these skills, they will evolve beyond their original limits."
Eda smirked. "So, you're basically saying that by linking the system to the faith of the people, it will act like a spiritual amplifier? The stronger the belief in a technique, the more powerful it becomes, even if the original user dies?"
Naruto grinned. "Exactly. Imagine a world where Rasengan, Chidori, or Kamui continue to evolve, even after their creators are gone. A place where anyone—even a child or a common soldier—can borrow the strength of legends for a moment."
Ino leaned back, closing the scroll. Her mind processed countless possibilities within seconds. "To do this, we'd have to integrate a consciousness-based network into reality itself. We'd need a way for people to access this 'library of techniques' without disrupting their natural growth."
Eda chuckled. "And you're suggesting I be the connection between the library and the people, huh?"
Naruto shrugged. "You're the only one who can see everything in the multiverse. You'd make the perfect regulator."
Ino nodded. "And I would manage the memory storage, ensuring that only approved techniques are accessible."
Eda stretched lazily. "Well, it's an interesting idea… but how will you handle areas outside the engraved system? If someone leaves our universe, will they lose access?"
Naruto thought for a moment. "Only if the universe itself doesn't recognize the system. So, we'll need to find a way to make it self-sustaining, like a divine law."
Ino smiled, her mind already working on the solution. "We could create an anchor point—an unbreakable mental link between the library and reality. No matter where someone is, as long as they have faith in the system, it will continue to function."
Naruto's smile widened. "Then let's do it."
Ino and Eda stood up, both closing their eyes as they reached out with their boundless minds.
Ino's spiritual power expanded, weaving an unbreakable network of mental connections that linked the Central Library to the consciousness of every living being in the empire.
Eda's power over all knowledge across the multiverse surged, embedding the system into the fabric of reality itself. Every technique, every skill, every form of combat was now available—provided the user met the conditions to use them.
Across the empire, warriors felt the change instantly. Some gasped as new information flooded their minds. Others, sensing the potential, immediately began praying to the system, causing certain techniques to grow stronger.
A new era of combat had begun.
Ino smirked. "Done. The system is now part of the universe."
Eda stretched, satisfied. "Now let's see how long it takes for people to break it."
Naruto laughed. "If they can break it, it just means they're strong enough to deserve it."
With that, the Universal Combat System was born, a living, evolving network of power that would continue to grow for eternity.
With the Universal Combat System successfully implemented, the trio—Naruto, Ino, and Eda—took a moment to relax in a secluded chamber within the Central Library. This was a private space, away from the endless archives and floating data constructs, filled with soft cushions, a warm atmosphere, and the sweet scent of sakura blossoms drifting through the air.
Naruto stretched his arms and flopped onto a luxurious, oversized couch, sighing in satisfaction. "Whew, that was a lot of work! I deserve some pampering now."
Ino smirked, rolling her eyes but still walking over to sit beside him. "You say that as if you did all the hard work. Eda and I did most of the processing!"
Eda, who had already made herself comfortable, lazily leaned against Naruto's other side, resting her chin on his shoulder. "True, but he was the mastermind behind it. You should reward him, Ino~"
Ino huffed, but a playful smile curled her lips as she wrapped her arms around Naruto's waist, pulling herself closer. "Fine, fine. Since you're my beloved husband, I'll spoil you a little."
Naruto grinned and shifted, pulling both women closer—one arm draped over Ino's shoulders, the other resting around Eda's waist. "That's more like it~"
Eda let out a small giggle before pressing a soft kiss against Naruto's cheek. "You're lucky you're so charming."
Naruto turned his head, capturing her lips in a brief but sweet kiss, making the cyborg woman blush slightly despite her usual confidence.
Not wanting to be left behind, Ino smirked before cupping Naruto's face and pulling him into a deep kiss of her own. Unlike Eda's teasing peck, Ino's kiss was slow and passionate, filled with years of love and understanding.
When they pulled away, Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Damn… maybe I should come to the library more often if I get this kind of treatment."
Ino lightly smacked his chest. "Then do some actual work here once in a while, not just dump all the responsibility on me."
Eda pouted slightly. "Yeah, don't just come here for kisses, even if they're nice."
Naruto gave them both a playful squeeze. "Alright, alright. I'll try to help out more… but first…" He suddenly flipped them both onto the couch, pinning them playfully beneath him.
"Let me enjoy my break a little more~"
Laughter filled the chamber as the three indulged in some much-needed cuddling and affection, basking in the warmth of their love and the quiet satisfaction of their latest achievement.
At that moment, Naruto wasn't an emperor or a warrior. He was just a man, happily spoiling and being spoiled by his beloved wives. 💕
DXD
Rias had expected her first real conversation with Naruto to be overwhelming—after all, he was a man who had casually flipped the balance of power in the supernatural world like it was a board game. However, what she hadn't expected was… how relaxed he was.
There was no sense of superiority or condescension in his words, no attempt to rub his strength in her face. If anything, his attitude toward her was casual, even friendly.
When he ruffled her hair and spoke to her as if she were a little sister, Rias felt a mix of emotions—embarrassment, gratitude, and… curiosity.
His words about their world had been troubling at first. Was he truly someone who could read their future? But when he reassured her, she found herself wanting to believe him.
Her heart felt lighter, freer, and she couldn't deny it was because of Naruto's intervention. He had done something no one else had—changed their world not through war, but through pure, ridiculous charisma.
When Naruto brought up Issei, Rias found herself smiling, the old irritation fading.
"He is enjoying his victory with the new girls, seems to have gotten fans after this battle."
She didn't even feel jealous—only amused. Issei was Issei. The idiot had earned his rewards.
Then came Naruto's next question, a teasing smirk on his face:
"What about you? Aren't you going to stake your claim before dragon boy becomes too loose?"
Rias narrowed her eyes playfully. "They are just his concubines in the end. He knows who his Queen is."
Naruto laughed. "You got some confidence, I like that."
Rias, for once, didn't feel the need to justify herself. She was the Queen, and that was all that mattered.
When Naruto offered missions to help her comrades, Rias found herself relieved. Having a clear direction was reassuring, and starting with Koneko made sense.
She had never questioned what she had been told about Kuroka before, but if Naruto said the opposite was true, she believed him.
There was something comforting about his certainty.
As he teased her about being too passive, Rias couldn't help but chuckle. "Even Issei is doing better than you," huh? She supposed he had a point.
Then, as suddenly as he came, Naruto was gone, off to do whatever madness he had planned next.
For a moment, Rias felt genuine concern for the students of Kuoh Academy.
Then she shrugged. "Not my problem."
She leaned back on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Maybe she had been overthinking things too much.
Contacting Yasaka
"Miss Yasaka, could I ask for your assistance in helping a friend with chakra and Senjutsu?"
She had expected Yasaka to be hesitant, or at least demand something in return. But the response came almost immediately.
"You can come to Kyoto, and I will help you."
Rias blinked in surprise. That was… easy.
Across the city, Yasaka read the message with a thoughtful expression.
'For world peace.'
Naruto had changed everything, even the way she saw Devils.
Her own power had grown, her understanding of battle had expanded.
Naruto casually walked through the halls of Kuoh Academy, hands in his pockets, whistling a happy tune. The library had been fun. He had caused a little chaos, played around with some students, and given them existential crises over the meaning of life. Classic Naruto.
Just as he was about to leave, he was intercepted by none other than Sona Sitri.
Her sharp gaze and formal posture screamed "student council president energy."
"How may I help you?" Naruto asked in a perfectly polite tone.
Sona narrowed her eyes slightly. "Were you the one making a mess in the library?"
Naruto put on his most innocent expression. "No, I was using the computer for educational purposes."
Sona gave him a look that practically said, "I don't believe you."
"I hope you are not lying, as the students will tell us the details."
Naruto simply smiled. "I am sure."
Sona wasn't convinced but decided to change tactics. This man wasn't just some normal troublemaker. His presence felt off.
"Who are you?"
Naruto tilted his head, then sighed dramatically. "Naruto Uzumaki. People call me Emperor of Mankind."
And just like that, his playful facade faded. His young disguise melted away, revealing his true, older self.
Sona's entire demeanor shifted. He wasn't human. Not even close.
"I am a friend of Rias; you can ask if you want. We can walk toward the club room and talk on the way."
Sona nodded slowly. She had heard of him, of course. The mysterious, absurdly powerful figure that had shaken up their entire world.
The History Lesson
As they walked, Naruto glanced at her. "You seem like an intellectual. Are you interested in human history?"
Sona straightened her glasses. "I am, but I haven't followed it very well. I've been busy."
Naruto stopped walking and turned to her, his expression solemn.
"Then you must begin a reading program immediately so that you may understand the crises of our age."
Sona blinked. What?
"Begin with the late Romans, including Boethius, of course. Then you should dip rather extensively into early Medieval history. You may skip the Renaissance and the Enlightenment—that is mostly dangerous propaganda. Now that I think of it, you had better skip the Romantics and the Victorians too. For the contemporary period, you should study some selected comic books."
Sona just… stared at him.
"You're fantastic."
Naruto nodded sagely. "I recommend Batman especially, for he tends to transcend the abysmal society in which he's found himself. His morality is rather rigid, also. I rather respect Batman."
He spoke with such seriousness, such conviction, that Sona found herself actually considering his words.
Meanwhile, Rias—who had been eavesdropping—covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
Sona had no idea she was being played.
Naruto, meanwhile, just kept walking, nodding in satisfaction.
"Yes… Batman."
Chat Group:
Naruto stood at the center of the Heroes Chat Group, watching the chaotic stream of messages flood in.
"Good news, guys! I have taken over Izuku's and Gon's world. Soon, I will get Luffy's and Tsuna's."
You'd expect panic. Fear. Resistance.
Instead…
Izuku: "The internet doesn't care about shit. If the world was about to end, this would be their reaction: 'Finally, the cure to my depression.'"
Tsuna: "If I kill time, will it make me immortal?"
Gon: "The first man to milk a cow… what was he trying to do?"
Ichigo: "If you are clean after a shower, why do towels get dirty?"
Luffy: "Is an argument among two vegans still called a beef?"
Issei: "Will we ever know if traps are gay?"
Gohan: "If Cinderella's shoe fit perfectly, why did it fall off?"
Naruto looked at the screen. Then at the sky. Then back at the screen.
"This is why I love you guys."
There was no resistance. No dramatic speeches about "fighting for their world." No "I will never forgive you, villain!"
Just memes, dumb questions, and complete apathy toward their own universes being absorbed into Naruto's empire.
It was both hilarious and terrifying.
Naruto leaned back, smirking. He could literally erase them all if he wanted, but instead, they all chose to embrace the madness.
And honestly?
That was probably the correct choice.
A.N. I hope you guys can leave a comment and review.