Chapter 39

A.N. You can read more chapters of this part by going to the Emperor of Mankind story volume 3.

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."