Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

Malvorn

Naruto arrived in the city of Malvorn, a place that on the surface seemed to be like any other struggling town. The air was thick with the scent of illness, and the streets were lined with people in desperate need of healing. However, as Naruto made his way through the city, he quickly began to sense something foul beneath the surface. The cries of the suffering were ignored, and instead of hope, there was a pervasive atmosphere of fear that gripped the hearts of the people.

It didn't take long for Naruto to understand the cause of the fear. A group of influential merchants, who held significant sway over the town's economy, had devised a sinister plan. These people, once prosperous from trading and running various services, had decided to charge exorbitant fees for any healing services, including the most basic treatments. They convinced the people that only by paying would they receive proper care, and that those unable to afford treatment were doomed to die.

But the worst part wasn't even the charging. The merchants believed that by allowing some people to die, it would breed fear and desperation, making the rest of the population more willing to pay. To them, death was just another tool for manipulation, a means to control and increase their profits.

Upon hearing such a proposal, Naruto felt his stomach turn. He had always known that the world could be cruel, but hearing this outright exploitation made his blood boil. To use death to feed one's greed, to allow people to suffer for financial gain—it was beyond reprehensible.

"Naruto, you must understand," one of the merchants, a man with slick hair and a smile that never seemed to reach his eyes, said. "If you heal the sick without charging, you're ruining everything. People need to fear the disease, fear that if they don't pay, they'll lose their lives. This fear drives the economy. It drives them to do what they're supposed to do."

Naruto stood motionless for a moment, the words sinking in. "You're talking about people's lives like they're a commodity. You're willing to let them die for your profit? How can you live with yourselves?"

The merchant's grin only widened, a coldness in his eyes. "It's the way the world works, Uzumaki. Those who are weak die off. It's how society's balance is maintained. And with fear, we can ensure that those who remain will pay to survive."

Naruto's hands balled into fists, his anger rising, but he knew that the situation wasn't so simple. He couldn't just strike them down. He couldn't punish them for their words, no matter how vile they were. The laws of this land—laws he had come to respect—didn't allow for such actions, and he had no desire to create more conflict.

Instead, he chose a more indirect approach. He sent a message to the higher-ups, urging them to investigate the merchants. He knew that with their power, they would uncover the full extent of the merchants' crimes—exploitation, manipulation, and perhaps even murder. The system would take care of them in due time. But that didn't make Naruto feel any better. He couldn't help but wonder why there were people like this in the world.

Despite knowing the legal steps would be taken, Naruto felt helpless in the moment. He was powerless to act immediately, and that frustration gnawed at him. The people of Malvorn were suffering, and while he could heal them, he couldn't fully stop the source of their suffering. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that there were forces at play he couldn't immediately change.

The people who had been swayed by the merchants' words glared at him, seeing him as part of the problem. They believed that anyone who helped without charging would disrupt the order that they had been convinced was the only way to survive. Some of them even spat at his feet, misunderstanding his intentions. But there were others—those who had started to see the truth in Naruto's words, who began to realize that healing wasn't something to be bought.

As Naruto went about his work, healing those in need, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest. The system that allowed such people to thrive, the world that allowed greed to dictate the fate of the weak—it left him feeling disgusted. He wished he could change it all with a snap of his fingers, but he knew that the path forward was one of patience, one of careful influence and change.

Before he left, Naruto made sure to speak with the town's mayor, urging them to keep a watchful eye on the merchants. He told the mayor that a change was coming, and he would help however he could to ensure that the people of Malvorn were no longer treated like cattle. Though the mayor appeared uncertain, Naruto saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and it reassured him that the seeds of change had been planted.

Even if Malvorn was just one city in a vast world, Naruto would not let its corruption go unnoticed. He would return to it someday, once the higher-ups had dealt with the merchants, and he would continue his fight to ensure that people were never again forced to pay with their lives.

For now, he left Malvorn, but the image of the greedy merchants and their cold hearts stayed with him. It was a painful reminder that no matter how much he healed or how many lives he saved, there would always be more work to be done to truly change the world.

Gaea's Haven

Naruto arrived in the city of Gaea's Haven, a place located just a few miles from the battlefield that had once been the site of devastating clashes. The city was heavily tainted by the residual chakra of the Juubi, its energy seeping into the land and corrupting the very foundation of the people. It was a city caught in the middle of an internal struggle, one where the boundaries between peace and chaos were blurred, and the dark influence of the Juubi's chakra manifested in the beliefs and actions of the people.

As Naruto made his way through the city's streets, he was met with an eerie sense of calm. The people here seemed resigned to their fate, their faces marked by a certain emptiness. This was a city with its own kind of oppression—an invisible force that pushed the population into servitude of a belief system far from the path Naruto had hoped to create. Here, in this place of decay, lived a powerful cult, one that was as much a protector of the city as it was its prison.

The cult, led by a man known as Orochi, was devoted to the worship of the planet, whom they called Gaea. The followers, known as the Four Divas, were said to hold vast powers, each formidable in their own right. They had protected the city for decades, and from the surface, it seemed like they were doing good work. But the truth was far darker.

Naruto had heard of Orochi's name in passing—a being so powerful that he was said to be capable of defeating any Kage in a one-on-one battle. However, Naruto could not help but feel a sense of unease as he approached the leader of this cult. Orochi's power had been undeniable, but it was his actions—or lack thereof—that troubled Naruto.

Despite their incredible strength, the cult had not participated in the battle against Madara, even when their involvement could have tipped the scales and saved countless lives. They had remained silent, watching from the shadows as the war raged on. Their rationale, as Orochi would soon explain, was a twisted version of pragmatism.

As Naruto entered Orochi's chamber, he saw the leader reclining on his bed, looking frail and sickly. His body was weak, almost as if it were deteriorating from the inside out. The corruption of the Juubi's chakra had seeped deep into his veins, and despite his outward appearance of control, he was on the verge of collapse. His voice, though, remained steady, and he spoke with the calm assurance of someone who had lived far longer than most.

"Child," Orochi's voice was raspy but firm, "Put your heart at ease. We have not betrayed your desire for peace. We believed that the war would never reach such an extreme state, or we would have intervened from the start. Unfortunately, we are not all-knowing, and we realized our mistake too late. At that point, we could only stop the World Tree from absorbing the life force of our beloved Gaea."

Naruto felt his anger rising as he listened. The people had insisted that Naruto heal their leader first, claiming that his life was the most important. The rest of them—innocent citizens, those whose lives had been ravaged by the war—were considered insignificant in comparison. Reluctantly, Naruto agreed to heal Orochi first, though he couldn't shake the bitter taste in his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Naruto asked, his voice edged with frustration. "What are you talking about with this 'peace'?"

Orochi's weary eyes met Naruto's, a painful understanding behind them. "The path to peace is different for everyone. And according to what I see, people like us—those with powers—are the problem. We can and will break the rules, and that will always lead to destruction. I believed the losses in the war were necessary... necessary to bring the world back to peace. It was a harsh reality, but sometimes sacrifices are needed."

Naruto's eyes burned with anger, and his fists clenched. "You selfish bastard!" His voice was filled with fury, his words sharp as daggers. "How can you speak of peace when you don't even care about the innocent lives being lost? You're no better than the people you call evil!" His blood boiled, and every part of him wanted to lash out.

Orochi's gaze darkened, and he sat up slowly, his frail body trembling from the effort. "How dare you speak to me like that?" Orochi's followers—the Four Divas—moved to strike Naruto, but before they could make a move, Orochi raised his hand.

"Stop!" Orochi's voice was commanding, and the Four Divas froze, their bodies rigid, unable to move. Their loyalty to Orochi was absolute, and they dared not defy his orders.

"Child," Orochi continued, his tone now softer, though it carried the weight of years of experience. "I understand your anger. But you must understand... People like us are faced with the reality of power. We go through a phase where we wish to save everyone, but the truth is, some things are impossible to prevent. You can't save everyone, and sometimes, the greater good requires sacrifice. It's a hard truth to accept, but it's the way of the world…. It is possible for you, and I don't mind putting my strength in your hands "

Naruto looked at him, his chest tight with conflicting emotions. There was a sincerity in Orochi's eyes, a kind of pain that spoke of decades of regret and difficult choices. The truth of his words resonated within Naruto, and it caused him to pause and think.

"I'll accept your help," Naruto said, his voice steady despite his anger. "But don't mistake my willingness to help you for weakness. If you try anything underhanded, I'll be forced to act."

Orochi smiled faintly, though there was no humor in it. "I don't see the desire to kill in your eyes, child. You're still too pure-hearted for this world. People will take advantage of your kindness. The fear of the unknown only remains until the unknown becomes known. Don't let people know you won't kill, or they'll take advantage of your mercy."

Naruto's heart was heavy as he absorbed Orochi's words. He had never considered this before—the idea that his kindness and unwillingness to kill could be used against him. It was a harsh reality, but it was one he needed to face if he truly wanted to create the world he envisioned.

"I understand," Naruto said quietly, his resolve firming. "I won't let them take advantage of me. But I'll still fight for peace, and I'll do it my way."

Orochi nodded slowly, the faintest glimmer of approval in his eyes. "I look forward to seeing how you handle the world, child. You are different from us, but you may be the only one capable of making the world better."

It was clear to him now that not all those with power were willing to help others, and not everyone shared his vision of peace. But that did not deter him. He would forge his own path, one where kindness, strength, and understanding would guide him through the complexities of the world.

He couldn't help but wonder how many more people like Orochi existed—people who had lived with the harsh reality of power and sacrifice. Would he be able to change them, or would they continue to walk down the path of isolation and despair? Only time would tell.

Naruto continued his journey across the world, dedicating himself to ensuring no one was left behind in the aftermath of the Juubi's corruption. For an entire week, he tirelessly traveled from one devastated region to another, healing everyone he could find. His heart ached for the countless lives lost in isolated or hidden places he couldn't reach in time. Despite his near-limitless power, he was only one person, and some tragedies were unavoidable.

Naruto's actions were nothing short of heroic, but they also exposed the darker sides of the world he sought to protect. In many regions, particularly those governed by the major shinobi villages like Iwa and Kumo, compassion took a backseat to pragmatism and greed.

In Iwa and Kumo, the village leaders made a calculated decision. They saw the chaos and sickness as an opportunity for growth, a harsh crucible to forge stronger shinobi. They allowed their weaker warriors to receive Naruto's healing, ensuring their survival, while deliberately withholding aid from those they deemed strong enough to endure the sickness. The survivors of this trial emerged more powerful, their chakras having undergone a forced transformation through suffering. For the villages, it was a grim but effective strategy to strengthen their military forces.

However, their actions didn't stop there. Greed led them to exploit Naruto's compassion in an even darker way. Unbeknownst to him, they collected traces of his chakra during his healing sessions. Using this chakra, they developed a cruel experiment, inducing the chakra sickness artificially in other individuals. By exposing their shinobi to controlled amounts of the corrupted energy, they sought to replicate the transformation process, creating more powerful warriors at the cost of unimaginable suffering.

Naruto remained blissfully unaware of these schemes. His trust in those he had fought beside during the war blinded him to the depths of their ambition. To him, the leaders of Iwa and Kumo were comrades—people who had shared the same battlefield and shed blood for a common cause. It never crossed his mind that they would stoop to exploiting his efforts for personal gain.

Even as Naruto's efforts brought hope and salvation to many, the seeds of greed and manipulation began to take root in the shadows. The world he dreamed of—a world of peace and understanding—still seemed distant, tangled in the harsh realities of human ambition and fear.

Despite these hidden betrayals, Naruto continued his mission with unwavering determination. His belief in the goodness of people and his commitment to creating a better future pushed him forward. He didn't heal people to earn gratitude or admiration—he did it because he believed it was the right thing to do. Yet, he would one day have to face the consequences of his actions and the manipulations of those who sought to twist his kindness for their own ends. For now, though, he remained the beacon of hope the world desperately needed, even as shadows gathered around him.