Chapter 34

Naruto sat upon his throne, his golden eyes scanning through countless reports projected in front of him.

The weight of an empire, multiple worlds, and the ongoing integration of universes rested upon his shoulders.

Yet, even with all this power—he remained calm, unshaken.

Then, space itself wavered.

A rift in reality silently tore open, and from its depths, a woman stepped forth.

Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

She was ethereal—long silver hair cascading down her back, white robes flowing around her like rippling silk. Her pale skin glowed softly under the divine lights of the throne room.

Yet, the most striking feature was her gentle gaze.

There was no coldness, no immortally detachment.

Just love.

A love that had stood the test of time, loss, and pain.

She walked toward him, her bare feet making no sound, but Naruto already knew why she was here.

She wasn't here to discuss wars, territories, or the affairs of the empire.

No.

She was here for him.

"You look tired, Naruto."

Kaguya's voice was soft, but there was a deep concern in her tone.

Naruto smirked, his hand resting on his cheek as he regarded her.

"Tired? Me? Please, Kaguya… You know I don't have the luxury of being tired."

She sighed.

Even now, he still tried to carry everything alone.

"You don't have to do this by yourself, my love."

Naruto chuckled, reaching out to pull her onto his lap.

"And yet, here you are… escaping from your own responsibilities."

Kaguya pouted, leaning into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Ruling is stressful. Why deal with others when I can just stay here with you?"

Naruto laughed, holding her close.

"Oh? The great Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, stressed from ruling? Who would've thought?"

Kaguya huffed, resting her head against his chest.

"Hmph. They annoy me. And besides…"

She looked up, her rabbit-like eyes filled with warmth.

"I'd rather spend my time with my husband."

Naruto's heart warmed at her words.

Naruto leaned back on his golden throne, his muscular arms wrapped snugly around Kaguya's petite waist as she sat comfortably on his lap.

Kaguya giggled, her delicate fingers tracing small circles on his chest.

"You seem happy today," Naruto mused, resting his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of moonflowers that always clung to her.

Kaguya tilted her head, pressing her forehead against his.

"Of course, I am. I'm with you."

Naruto smirked.

"Ah, so you admit it? You love me more than anything else?"

Kaguya blinked, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Hmm… I do love you, but…"

She placed a finger on her lips, feigning innocence.

"I love our children too."

Naruto groaned dramatically.

"Ah, betrayal! My own wife, playing favorites!"

Kaguya giggled, her laughter soft and melodic as she leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Don't pout, my love. You're still my favorite… sometimes."

Naruto narrowed his eyes, a playful gleam in them.

"Sometimes?!"

Kaguya laughed harder, her arms tightening around his neck as Naruto tickled her sides, making her squirm.

"S-Stop! Naruto—hahaha! No fair!"

"Oh, it's completely fair," Naruto grinned, peppering kisses along her jawline, down her neck, making her shudder.

"Mmm… You know I can't resist when you do that," Kaguya murmured, burying her face in his chest, cheeks warm.

Naruto chuckled, his hand sliding through her long silver locks, his fingers massaging her scalp.

"I know. That's why I do it."

Kaguya let out a soft sigh, her body melting into his warmth.

"You're insufferable."

"And yet, you love me."

Kaguya smiled against his skin, her lips brushing against his collarbone.

"More than you know."

Naruto smirked, flipping their positions so she was now beneath him, lying on the velvet couch beside the throne.

Kaguya blinked, then laughed softly as he hovered over her, his golden eyes glowing mischievously.

"You're going to keep teasing me, aren't you?" she asked.

"Oh, absolutely," Naruto grinned, trailing kisses from her forehead, down to the tip of her nose, and finally capturing her lips.

It was warm. Deep. Perfect.

Kaguya sighed into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his golden locks, pulling him closer.

Even after centuries, even after conquering universes and bearing unimaginable power…

Moments like this—skin against skin, breath against breath—

Were timeless.

And in that moment, Emperor Naruto Uzumaki was just Naruto, the man Kaguya loved.

Fate:

The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. Shiro sat alone on the roof of his home, his amber eyes gazing at the moonlit sky, lost in thought.

Then, a voice broke the silence.

"You know, I feel like your life is too depressing. What do you think? Do you want me as a guide?"

Shiro didn't react with shock. He had already sensed him—Naruto Uzumaki, the enigma of the chat group, a being who defied logic, fate, and mortality itself.

Naruto stood nearby, his golden hair swaying in the breeze, his warm smile making Shiro feel strangely comforted—a feeling he hadn't known in a long time.

Shiro sat up, eyes filled with cautious curiosity.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.

Naruto chuckled, moving to sit beside him.

"Hmm, don't you know?" His voice was teasing yet knowing, as if he had already seen all of Shiro's struggles laid bare.

Shiro shook his head. He had never really interacted with Naruto in the chat group and hadn't seen his true nature.

"I'm talking about your free heart that can't decide on which girl to follow… or the fact that you bottle too much inside," Naruto explained, his voice gentle but firm.

"Your life can end up as a living nightmare. But lucky you, you met me, and I can turn it all around."

Shiro swallowed. There was something in those words, something dangerous yet hopeful, like a glimmer of salvation.

Then Naruto continued, his golden eyes locking onto Shiro's with a vast, endless depth.

"Even…"

Shiro froze, as if the very fabric of time had stilled around them.

"Even?" he repeated, his voice coming out in a whisper, almost afraid of what he would hear next.

"Even your father can be retrieved… if you can do enough."

A sharp intake of breath.

Shiro's world tilted.

His heartbeat roared in his ears, like a beast trying to break free from its cage. His mind fell into turmoil, his emotions clashing between hope and disbelief.

"You're not kidding, are you? This is not a joke," Shiro asked, his voice cracking under the weight of hope.

Naruto smiled—not the teasing smirk he often used, but a true, reassuring smile.

"I don't joke about family," he said simply.

From the shadows, Illya gasped. She had been listening the whole time, her hands clenched over her heart.

Naruto turned toward Shiro and spoke again, this time giving him a path.

"Deal with the war peacefully. Defeat the servants without killing them. Find the real enemy. And… listen to my advice on your love life."

Shiro frowned slightly.

"My… love life?"

Naruto chuckled, moving closer.

"Why not have them all?" he whispered, playfully ruffling Shiro's hair.

Shiro's face turned red as Naruto's words sank in.

"D-Don't say things like that!"

Naruto laughed before disappearing into the night, his voice lingering in the air like a warm breeze.

"I'll help you keep Saber in this world. And take care of your sister, she is a precious child."

Shiro sat there, staring at the space where Naruto had been, his mind racing with endless possibilities.

Shiro continued to stare into the night, his amber eyes locked onto the empty space where Naruto had stood just moments ago. The warmth of his presence still lingered, like a fading ember in the dark.

His mind was in turmoil, digesting the impossible truths Naruto had revealed.

The real enemy?

Who was he missing? What had he overlooked?

And then, there was the other part—the part that made his heart waver the most.

"I don't have to choose?"

It wasn't just a suggestion—it was a possibility, a reality Naruto had thrown at him so effortlessly.

Shiro's fingers curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms as doubt crept in.

"Am I worthy of their love?"

"Especially such a greedy act?"

Even as his heart slowly calmed from its initial storm, he felt a deep unease.

He had always believed love to be a sacred, singular bond—a path where one chose only one person to walk beside.

Could he really… take more than that?

Would he deserve it?

His thoughts spiraled, weighing duty against desire, morality against longing.

And yet…

Naruto's voice still echoed in his mind.

"I'll help you keep Saber in this world. And take care of your sister, she is a precious child."

Naruto had spoken as if it was natural. As if happiness wasn't something to deny himself but something to embrace.

But… could he?

Shiro let out a sigh, his gaze softening as he looked up at the endless sky.

It seems time would need to finish this job.

Renegade Immortal:

Life had a way of forcing its clichés upon Wang Lin, no matter how much he tried to avoid them.

A main character was destined to attract trouble—a universal truth, one that seemed carved into the very fabric of existence.

Tonight was no exception.

Wang Lin had only come to the village for a short break. It was a pit stop to the next city, nothing more. He had strolled through the marketplace, bought some trinkets, and even had a meal of steamed greens—a simple, peaceful moment in a life filled with chaos.

He thought he might actually avoid trouble this time.

He should have known better.

The village's only hotel stood before him, a five-story building that was considered a marvel by the locals. A rare sight in such a small place.

Wang Lin stepped inside, blending into the lively crowd gathered in the reception area. People from all walks of life were waiting, either for rooms or for entertainment.

It was noisy, but peaceful.

At least, it was for five minutes.

Then, the inevitable happened.

A crash.

A young boy in Heng Yue Sect robes flew across the room, slamming into a table before rolling onto the ground. Furniture shattered around him.

Wang Lin sighed, already knowing where this was going.

His eyes flickered toward the culprit—an arrogant-looking teen bearing the insignia of the Divine Bull Sect.

"Of course," Wang Lin thought. "It just had to be the spoiled rich disciple of some major sect."

He should have walked away.

Should have ignored it.

But when he saw the miserable state of the boy—saw his fellow disciples shrink back, too afraid to step in—he hesitated.

And hesitation was all it took.

The Divine Bull disciple loomed over the fallen boy, voice dripping with contempt.

"Now tell me, what should I do with you?" he muttered, eyes filled with cruel delight.

The boy, despite his injuries, glared up at him with defiance.

"I said… you're trash," he wheezed, clutching his stomach. "And you should cut off your useless dick, which is probably smaller than a puppy's."

A heavy silence fell over the crowd.

Someone gasped.

Someone else laughed.

Most simply froze, realizing the inevitable.

The Divine Bull disciple's face twisted in rage.

"You SCUM—!"

His sword flashed, a killing strike aimed to erase the boy's existence.

But before it could land—

Clang!

A blade blocked the strike.

Wang Lin stood in front of the boy, his sword held casually in defense.

"Could you stop this death battle?" Wang Lin muttered, his tone flat. "I don't think what he said warrants such a reaction."

The Divine Bull disciple sneered, eyes filled with disdain.

"And who might you be to tell me what I should be doing? Another scum who doesn't know his place?"

Wang Lin sighed, already regretting his decision.

"Why do I always get dragged into this?"

The Divine Bull disciple moved first, attacking with speed and aggression, but Wang Lin had no interest in a prolonged fight.

A shadow flickered.

Before the teen could react, his body froze.

His limbs refused to obey—his muscles locked in place.

"W-what—?!"

Wang Lin's fist shot forward.

It wasn't elegant.

It wasn't a refined martial move.

But it was brutal.

And effective.

The arrogant disciple was launched across the room, smashing through the hotel doors before skidding across the dirt road outside.

The crowd was stunned.

Wang Lin didn't wait.

He reached down, grabbed the injured boy, and in a single motion—

Threw a smoke bomb.

A thick cloud erupted, filling the hotel lobby with blinding fog.

And in the next instant—

He was gone.

Through the window, into the dark night, moving like a masked vigilante escaping from a crime scene.

—

Somewhere in the village, as he dashed through the rooftops with the boy slung over his shoulder, Wang Lin sighed.

"Why do these things always happen to me?"

Batman:

In a world filled with immortals, aliens, and metahumans, humanity often seemed fragile and powerless.

And yet, despite the overwhelming odds, humans persisted.

Some, like Batman, thrived.

Tonight, Gotham's guardian of the night sat in the Batcave, his expression grim as he carefully studied a mysterious device—a phone that had appeared out of nowhere earlier that day.

A phone that contained knowledge of impossible things.

A phone that connected him to beings beyond reason.

After hours of analyzing its security, deciphering the messages, and evaluating potential threats, he finally decided to engage.

Not because he trusted the sender.

But because he knew that ignoring this would be worse.

He typed his first message.

Batman: "I wonder why you chose me. I believe you already know that I would not be happy with your intrusion, your justice, or your invasion of my universe."

The reply came instantly.

Emperor of Mankind: "I am happy that you decided to speak before taking action, Batman. I guess you decided I was a better choice than the randomness that your world possesses."

Batman narrowed his eyes. This person knew him too well.

Batman: "Why assume that I accept your offer?"

Emperor of Mankind: "Because I am a good guy. And to answer your previous question, I will repeat this fact. I am a good guy."

And then—

Neo One For All: "He is a good guy."

Monkey King: "He is a good guy."

Hybrid: "He is a good guy."

Don: "He is a good guy."

Straw Hat: "He is a good guy."

Oppai Dragon: "CHAIN BREAKER"

Ruin Princess: "I will whip you for this disgrace."

Batman stared at the responses, feeling his head throb from the sheer absurdity of it all.

He resisted the urge to sigh.

Instead, he took a deep breath and massaged his temples.

"How do I keep attracting these lunatics?"

From behind him, Alfred cleared his throat.

"If I may, sir… I do believe you fit in quite well with them."

Batman shot him a look.

Alfred simply smiled.