Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

Finally, after seventeen years of relentless battles and unwavering determination, Naruto had defeated and subdued Isshiki Ōtsutsuki. It was no small feat—Isshiki, a member of the godlike Ōtsutsuki Clan, had posed an existential threat to Earth and humanity. Yet, Naruto, the Emperor of Mankind, had not only triumphed but also managed to turn Isshiki into one of his heralds. These heralds were more than just powerful allies; they were extensions of his will, tasked with expanding humanity's dominion across the vast multiverse.

With the darkness finally purged from Earth, Naruto could shift his focus outward, directing his gaze toward the infinite expanse of realities beyond his own. The threat of the Ōtsutsuki King, a being from a higher dimension who commanded countless subordinates, loomed over him. Yet, for now, there was no immediate danger. The peace he had fought so hard to achieve gave him a rare opportunity to reflect—and to feel, for the first time in years, a pang of boredom. For someone who thrived on challenges, the absence of conflict was strangely unsettling.

It was on one of these tranquil days that Naruto decided to indulge in a curiosity he had long ignored. He stood in his grand palace, the heart of his empire, holding a bottle labeled The Emperor's Boon. The liquid within radiated power, infused with the essence of humanity's greatest champions. It was said to be a drink unlike any other, capable of overwhelming even the most formidable beings.

"Naruto, are you really sure you want to do this?" Kurama, the Nine-Tailed Fox who had been his lifelong companion, asked warily. The great beast's crimson eyes narrowed as he observed Naruto's calm expression.

"I'm sure," Naruto replied, his tone steady but laced with curiosity. "I've faced gods, demons, and beings that defy reason. But I've never been drunk. I want to know what it feels like."

Kurama let out a low growl, his skepticism clear. "This isn't just alcohol, you know. It's soaked in the power of some of the strongest beings in humanity's history. Something could go wrong."

Naruto laughed, the sound warm and carefree. "What could possibly go wrong? I'm a responsible adult. Even if I'm intoxicated, I won't do anything reckless. Relax, Kurama. Let's enjoy this rare treat."

Before Kurama could argue further, Naruto uncorked the bottle. The room was instantly filled with a potent energy that made even the mighty Nine-Tails tense. Without hesitation, Naruto tilted his head back and downed the entire bottle in one go. The liquid burned like fire and surged through him like a tidal wave, flooding his senses with unimaginable power and warmth.

For a moment, nothing happened. Naruto stood there, eyes closed, as if savoring the experience. Then, his eyelids fluttered open, and a grin spread across his face. "Huh," he muttered, his voice slightly slurred. "I think it's working."

Kurama's ears twitched, his unease growing. "Naruto, are you—"

"I feel... amazing!" Naruto interrupted, throwing his arms wide. His usual golden aura flared to life around him, but it was tinged with a shimmering rainbow hue. The energy was chaotic and unpredictable, like a storm barely contained. "Kurama, I can see everything! The multiverse, the dimensions, the threads of reality itself! It's beautiful!"

"Yeah, and it's also terrifying," Kurama muttered. "You're drunk on cosmic energy. This is exactly what I was worried about."

Naruto laughed again, his voice echoing through the palace. "Don't be such a buzzkill! I'm fine. Better than fine—I'm enlightened!"

As Naruto began to float off the ground, his movements erratic and his grin widening, Kurama sighed deeply. "This is going to be a long day," he muttered, bracing himself for whatever chaos was about to unfold.

Kurama sighed, his tails flicking in exasperation as he stared at Naruto, who was finally regaining full consciousness. "I really shouldn't have trusted you. 'Nothing could go wrong,' my ass," he muttered under his breath.

Naruto sat up, rubbing his temples as a throbbing headache pulsed through his skull. "What happened? I feel like Kaguya smacked me in the head with one of her fists without me even trying to dodge."

"You sent clones out to play," Kurama replied, his tone laced with irritation.

Naruto froze, his blue eyes narrowing. "Okay, that sounds... ominous. Let me see what I did." Closing his eyes, Naruto delved into the memories of his clones. Moments later, his expression shifted—from concern to amusement, and finally to sheer disbelief.

The memories played out like a chaotic slideshow. He saw clones swimming in volcanoes, teaching wild animals to hunt or even attempting to teach them to speak. Some were flirting with random women purely for laughs, and others were pulling harmless pranks on unsuspecting villagers in far-off lands.

The most intriguing part, however, was what he had done personally during his drunken escapade.

"I can't believe I just did that," Naruto muttered, a mix of pride and embarrassment in his tone. Yet there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "Well, I guess I was curious, huh?"

"What exactly did you do?" Kurama asked, his unease growing by the second.

Naruto didn't answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed his phone and tapped on the screen, opening an app titled Line. Within the app, he navigated to a group he'd apparently created while drunk, simply named Heroes Chat Group.

Through a mix of drunken ingenuity and his mastery of seals, Naruto had managed to link his phone to other dimensions. As a result, phones equipped with the same app had been sent out to alien worlds. It was a bizarrely reckless yet ingenious move born out of boredom—and an innate desire to help others.

"See?" Naruto said with a chuckle, holding up the phone to Kurama. "All is well. Nothing went wrong, except that now some people might realize I'm just a human."

Kurama's eyes narrowed. "You're being way too casual about this. Messing with dimensional seals could have torn the fabric of reality! Or worse, you could have accidentally altered timelines."

Naruto waved off the warning with a grin. "Relax, Kurama. I was careful! You've just been sleeping too much to notice."

Kurama's growl conveyed his skepticism, but Naruto was already focused on the app. The group currently only had one other member, and it was identified with an odd nickname: Neo All for One.

Naruto raised an eyebrow. The app seemed to automatically assign nicknames, as his own name was displayed as Emperor of Mankind. The profile picture of Neo All for One showed a kid in a costume.

"Was it successful, or is this just a cosplaying kid the app randomly connected to?" Naruto mused aloud. Curious but cautious, he decided to reach out.

Typing quickly, he sent his first message:

"Hello, welcome to the group. You may call me Emperor. I am here to help you with any problems that I am capable of solving."

Kurama's ears twitched as he peered at the phone screen. "So your grand plan is to offer cosmic tech support?" he teased.

Naruto chuckled. "Something like that. I need a challenge, and helping others is always my goal. Besides," he added, his tone turning slightly introspective, "it's better than sitting here doing nothing. Maybe this will be the start of something interesting."

As he waited for a reply, Naruto couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Would this be a gateway to new adventures? Or was it just another experiment doomed to fail? Either way, the prospect of connecting with other worlds, even in this small way, reignited his sense of purpose.

Kurama huffed. "Just don't blow up the multiverse while you're at it."

Naruto grinned. "No promises."

In a world fraught with turmoil and injustice, where quirks—the superhuman abilities possessed by the majority of the population—shaped society, Izuku Midoriya was just beginning his journey as a student at UA High School. Despite the challenges of his harsh training regimen and the dangerous toll his newly inherited quirk, One For All, took on his body, Izuku was overjoyed to have been given a chance to pursue his dream of becoming a hero.

It was a quiet night, and Izuku lay in bed, his mind buzzing with anticipation for the next day's lessons. His phone rested in his hand as he scrolled through messages and notes about hero strategies and training techniques. He considered reaching out to someone to chat, perhaps one of his classmates, but hesitated. "I don't want to bother anyone this late," he murmured, setting the phone aside.

Just as he was about to lie down, something inexplicable happened. A strange glow lit up the room, and another phone—shimmering as though it were made of light—passed through the wall and collided with his own device.

"What was that?" Izuku whispered, sitting up in alarm. He glanced around the room, his heart racing, but there was no sign of anyone or anything unusual. The phone that had appeared vanished as quickly as it had arrived, leaving only his original phone sitting innocently on the bed.

"Maybe I'm just overtired," Izuku muttered, shaking his head. He was about to dismiss the incident entirely when his phone vibrated, drawing his attention. A notification had popped up.

Curious and a little wary, Izuku picked up the device. The message was from someone named Emperor.

"Who is this? And how did they get my number?" Izuku wondered aloud. Concerned about his privacy, he clicked the notification, half-expecting it to be spam or some kind of joke.

The message led him to a chat group he didn't remember joining. The group was titled Heroes Chat Group, and its creator's profile picture caught his eye. It depicted a majestic figure—clearly human, yet exuding an aura of overwhelming power. The man wore a regal crown, his presence commanding respect and awe. Behind him loomed the image of a massive, terrifying creature with glowing eyes.

"What is this? Who is he?" Izuku murmured. As someone who kept up with every well-known hero, he was certain he'd never seen or heard of anyone like the figure in the image. A part of him dismissed it as a prank, but the message itself gave him pause.

It read:

"Hello, welcome to the group. You may call me Emperor. I am here to help you with any problems that I am capable of solving."

Izuku frowned, torn between skepticism and curiosity. Is this some kind of hoax? he thought. But something about the wording intrigued him—it sounded oddly genuine. He hesitated for several minutes, debating whether to respond.

Just as he was about to put the phone down, another message appeared:

"I know you think this is fake. So try asking. It's not like I'm asking for anything in return."

The words felt oddly direct, almost as if the sender could sense his hesitation. Izuku's grip tightened on the phone. Whoever this Emperor was, they had a confident, almost condescending tone—as though they were addressing a child. It annoyed him slightly, but it also made him curious.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask," he mumbled. After a moment of thought, he typed out his reply:

"Emperor, it's nice to meet you. I want to ask what I can do to improve my physique to a level where I can break steel with my hands."

Izuku chose his words carefully, making sure not to reveal too much. He didn't want to mention One For All or the limitations of his quirk. Instead, he framed his question as a general request for advice—something any aspiring hero might ask.

The response was nearly immediate.

"Quite an easy request," the Emperor replied.

Izuku blinked at the message. The confident tone was back, and though he had no idea who this person was, their assurance sent a small thrill through him. Could this mysterious figure actually help him overcome his limitations? Or was this just another mystery in a world already full of surprises?