In the Nine Realms, within Asgard—the realm atop the World Tree—a grand coronation ceremony was taking place. The mighty Thor Odinson was about to inherit the throne of the Aesir.
“Odin, this child Thor… I fear he may not yet be ready to ascend as the king of the Aesir.”
Inside the vast and majestic Odin Palace, Queen Frigga stood beside the throne, watching Thor, who was joyfully raising his hammer in celebration. She stepped closer to Odin and whispered her concern softly.
“Frigga, I am about to enter the Odinsleep. It’s true that Thor still has much to learn, but there isn’t much time left for us.”
Odin sat upon his throne, his single eye hidden beneath a black eyepatch. His face was calm and expressionless as he glanced at Frigga and spoke in a measured tone.
“Is something… going to happen?”
As a powerful sorceress, Frigga’s wisdom was not to be underestimated. She knew Odin well enough to sense that he would never make such a decision unless something grave was approaching.
“Ragnarök… is coming.”
Odin’s gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through the very fabric of the universe. Yet his furrowed brow betrayed the weight in his heart.
“What? Ragnarök? Could it be Hela…?”
At the mention of Ragnarök, Frigga’s composure faltered. Her expression turned grave, and concern filled her eyes.
“No. This time it’s not Hela… but someone far more terrifying. The timelines have become unstable—I can no longer tell who it will be.”
Odin sighed, his face unmoved, but his gaze shifted toward Thor, who stood below, radiant and proud, holding Mjolnir high as cheers echoed around him.
“The great All-Father Odin, Thor offers you his deepest respect!”
Amid the roars of the gathered Asgardians, Thor ascended the steps to the throne. Seeing his son’s exuberance, Odin frowned slightly.
“Thor Odinson, firstborn of Odin—will you dedicate all that you are to the glory and honor of Asgard?”
Although dissatisfied with Thor’s impulsiveness, Odin still chose to let his son inherit the throne. After all, his second son, Loki, the God of Mischief, was adopted.
As for his daughter, she had been imprisoned long ago—her eyes blinded by her lust for conquest, unable to see Asgard’s future. Odin sighed deeply as he prepared to begin the coronation ceremony.
However, while Odin considered his decision just, Loki did not see it that way.
Though not as strong as Thor, Loki’s intellect far surpassed his brother’s. Since childhood, Loki had always believed he was destined to become the next king of Asgard—to lead it into eternal glory.
But Odin’s will ruled all. He was not only the ruler of Asgard but the God-King of the Nine Realms. Loki could not openly oppose him.
“Father’s decision cannot be undone… but I can still destroy Thor’s coronation.”
Watching his brother proudly stand before the people, Loki’s eyes glimmered with complex emotions. A faint smirk crossed his lips as he quietly awaited his chance.
Meanwhile, deep within Odin’s vault, several Asgardian guards patrolled the treasure chamber. Unbeknownst to them, several towering Frost Giants from Jotunheim had infiltrated the hall, emanating waves of chilling cold.
Crack, crack, crack—
In an instant, the floor beneath the guards froze solid. Before they could react, the Frost Giants appeared before them, their icy blades forming in their hands—and with swift, merciless strikes, they cut the guards down.
The Frost Giants strode deeper into Odin’s vault, their goal clear—the Casket of Ancient Winters, resting at its center.
Odin, who was presiding over the coronation, was the first to sense the intrusion. His expression darkened. With a single strike of the Eternal Spear against the floor, the Destroyer Armor, guardian of the vault, activated.
Boom. Boom.
The Destroyer unleashed devastating blasts, cutting through the Frost Giants like paper. Yet the ensuing shockwaves shook the entire palace. Odin, Thor, and Loki immediately rushed toward the vault.
“Damn these Frost Giants from Jotunheim! I swear I’ll make them pay! How dare they invade Asgard—I’ll crush them with Mjolnir myself!”
Furious, Thor’s eyes blazed as he prepared to strike back.
“We’ve lost nothing. The invaders are dead. Those who fell defending Asgard will rest in peace.”
Odin’s tone was calm. He was weary and readying for the Odinsleep, unwilling to escalate the conflict. He also remembered the peace treaty he had made with King Laufey of Jotunheim, which forbade him from striking without cause.
But Thor, still young and brash, snorted coldly and left the vault in frustration. He did not heed his father’s warning. Instead, he secretly gathered a few trusted warriors and made his way to the Bifrost.
“Heimdall, open the Bifrost. We’re going to Jotunheim.”
Standing before the all-seeing guardian, Thor’s tone was firm.
“Thor, you are Asgard’s future king—and my friend. I will open the Bifrost for you. But if anything you do endangers Asgard, I will close it… even if it means standing against you.”
Heimdall’s voice was steady as ever. After a brief pause, he turned and activated the Bifrost. A brilliant beam of rainbow light tore through the cosmos.
At the same time, on Earth, Allens’ quantum bridge teleportation was about to connect to Asgard. But to his surprise, a burst of dazzling colors from the Bifrost collided directly with his quantum energy stream.
“Warning! Coordinates deviating!”
“Warning! Coordinates deviating!”
Inside the quantum bridge, mechanical alerts echoed from the AR display before Allens’ eyes as data scrambled, recalculating the new landing point.
Rumble!
Before the system could finish recalibration, the Bifrost pulled the entire quantum bridge off course, crashing onto the surface of a frozen planet.
“Damn it! Was that… an interstellar collision?”
Dazed by the impact, Allens shook his head. He pressed a hand to his chest, and the diamond-shaped Arc Reactor embedded there flared to life. Nanotech surged out from beneath his skin, assembling into a gleaming suit of armor.
At the same time, Allens activated his cloaking device, vanishing into the icy storm.
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2025-10-27 10:32:53 +0000 UTC
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There were excited shouts and thunderous applause from Dortmund’s supporters in the stands.
These loyal fans had long regarded Su Luo as something close to sacred.
“Su Luo! You can do it!” someone shouted passionately.
The sound pierced through the noise and reached Su Luo’s ears, filling him with renewed strength. His fatigue and pain faded away, replaced by determination.
Su Luo accelerated, sprinting forward as his body brushed past defenders. In an instant, he changed direction with lightning agility.
His footwork was sharp and controlled — every touch of the ball carried his burning desire to win.
In that moment, Su Luo surpassed himself and shone brilliantly on the pitch.
The tense atmosphere in the stands spread throughout the entire stadium.
People’s palms were slick with sweat; the air was filled with shouts, chants, and the raw sound of tension.
Everyone was giving everything for their beloved team.
Emily could feel that same tension deep in her chest, unable to hide her anxiety.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
But her eyes kept drifting toward the scoreboard — silently praying for time to freeze.
The entire stadium was consumed by the fierce rhythm of the match.
Robert’s heartbeat quickened with excitement. Receiving Su Luo’s perfect pass, he broke free from the defender and sprinted toward the goal.
He could feel the crowd’s anticipation pressing in around him, but his focus was absolute — all that mattered was sending the ball into the net.
Robert gathered all his strength and fired a low, sharp shot toward the bottom right corner.
The ball streaked through the air, every second counting, before it struck the net — too fast for the goalkeeper to react.
The entire stadium exploded with a deafening roar. Cheers and applause rolled through the air like a thunderstorm.
Su Luo watched Robert celebrating the goal and felt a surge of pride and joy.
He knew that his crucial assist had set up this perfect moment — giving Robert the best chance of the game.
The roaring cheers spread through the stands, igniting the entire arena in euphoria.
Fans jumped, chanted, and embraced one another, celebrating as hope blazed anew.
Robert’s goal wasn’t just a point on the board — it was the embodiment of their faith and dreams.
Robert celebrated wildly, his excitement unrestrained.
Su Luo joined his teammates, his heart swelling with satisfaction over their performance.
He knew this goal didn’t just secure victory — it gave the fans a match to remember.
In the final minutes, the game grew increasingly intense.
Both sides fought desperately to equalize or seize the lead — the pitch had become a battlefield.
Su Luo and Robert displayed flawless chemistry, exchanging passes and orchestrating relentless attacks in the front line, dismantling the opponent’s defense piece by piece.
Then, when Robert delivered another pinpoint pass, Su Luo charged into the penalty area without hesitation.
The opposing defender tried to force him toward the sideline, but Su Luo sidestepped with perfect timing and swung his foot.
The ball soared toward the net like a bullet — the goalkeeper had no time to react.
The stadium erupted once more, shaking with cheers and screams.
Fans leapt to their feet, shouting, hugging, celebrating the team’s brilliant play.
Su Luo came to a stop and gazed at the ecstatic crowd.
At that moment, he could feel the pulse of the entire stadium — the joy of victory, born from their shared effort and unbreakable spirit.
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2025-10-27 10:27:08 +0000 UTC
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He tightened his body, skillfully maneuvering past several opposing players and breaking through the defense.
However, just as Su Luo was about to send the ball into the goal, the opposing goalkeeper suddenly rushed out to block him.
Su Luo’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly adjusted his strategy, aiming for the goalkeeper’s near corner.
He swung his foot with precision, unleashing a powerful and accurate shot.
The ball sliced through the air like lightning, tearing through the defense in an instant.
The goalkeeper barely had time to react — his desperate dive came too late.
Bang! The ball slammed into the inside of the net.
For a split second, the entire stadium fell silent — and then erupted like a crashing wave.
“It’s in! Su Luo breaks the deadlock!” the commentator shouted excitedly.
The Dortmund players roared in celebration.
Robert and Hågen hugged each other tightly, overjoyed by the breakthrough.
Seeing Su Luo’s goal, Emily jumped to her feet, clapping wildly. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the joy of his success.
“Awesome, Su Luo! You did it!” Hågen shouted, patting Su Luo on the shoulder with excitement.
Su Luo smiled and looked back at his teammates, pride swelling in his chest.
He knew that this goal wasn’t just his personal triumph — it was the result of the entire team’s hard work.
With Su Luo’s breakthrough, Dortmund’s momentum reached its peak.
On the field, they gave everything they had. Each player showcased their best to the world.
Robert and Hågen worked in perfect sync, moving swiftly and constantly adjusting positions to reinforce their defense.
Hågen continued shouting instructions, guiding his teammates to tighten their formation.
Robert relied on his sharp vision and quick reactions to intercept attacks before they could even begin.
Su Luo felt both nervous and exhilarated.
He knew that a narrow lead was just the beginning — there was still much to do to secure victory.
He ran tirelessly across the pitch, keeping a close eye on every move the opponents made.
The crowd erupted in waves of applause and cheers, pushing the game toward its final climax.
At this crucial moment, the energy to push beyond limits seemed to flow from the field itself.
Every Dortmund player was fueled by that spirit, giving their all.
Their teamwork was seamless, their coordination flawless. Each player used their skills and stamina to hold the line.
Time ticked away — the game entered its final minutes.
Driven by a burning desire to win, Su Luo pushed past his physical limits, ignoring fatigue and pain.
He felt a surge of pride watching his teammates fight as one united force.
They weren’t playing for individual glory anymore — they were fighting for their team’s victory.
Inside Griffin Stadium, the tension was palpable.
Emily glanced anxiously at the scoreboard. Her hands were clasped so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
She was filled with both worry and hope — praying that her boyfriend, Su Luo, could perform another miracle and secure the win.
The match entered its final stretch, the battle on the field fierce beyond words.
Every sprint, every touch — even the smallest detail — could decide the outcome.
Su Luo stood tall and unwavering in defense, his composure and leadership inspiring his teammates.
Wearing the Dortmund jersey, he was no longer just another player — he had become the irreplaceable heart of the team.
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2025-10-27 10:25:27 +0000 UTC
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It’s really okay!
Temari said directly and firmly, “It’s fine. I’ve been tired of them for a long time anyway.”
“Just take this chance to relax.”
Her mother had passed away early.
Her father always had that serious face.
Her second brother spent all day studying puppets.
And her third brother… was a complete madman.
In such an environment, Temari had long felt depressed.
Naruto never expected Temari to agree so quickly. Tilting his head, he asked, “Temari, you probably didn’t understand what I meant.”
Temari’s lips trembled as she quickly replied, “I understand. That’s why there will be two rooms.”
“The time we’ve known each other is too short… things are moving too fast, and I’m not used to it yet…”
Naruto didn’t mind. “It’s okay. We’re still young anyway, so even if we live together, we won’t really do anything.”
Temari felt relieved. “Good. As long as you understand.”
…
Naruto had been living in Sunagakure for the past few days.
Meanwhile, things in Konoha were also developing.
Jiraiya had set out to find Tsunade.
Sasuke had gained Sarutobi Hiruzen’s trust and was now studying the manuscripts about the Uchiha clan left by Senju Tobirama.
Haruno Sakura was diligently practicing chakra control following Naruto’s advice, waiting for Tsunade’s return so she could become her disciple.
Yamato discovered that Naruto was missing and reported it to Sarutobi Hiruzen.
On the first day, Hiruzen thought Naruto was just out playing around.
But when Naruto was still gone the next day, Hiruzen began to panic.
He immediately ordered the Anbu to investigate.
After the investigation, they found that Naruto had left the village with Temari!
Damn it!
Our Jinchūriki has been kidnapped?!
Sarutobi Hiruzen immediately dispatched a team to head toward Sunagakure.
…
Meanwhile, Naruto was living quite comfortably in Sunagakure.
No one here knew him or that he was a Jinchūriki. They simply treated him like any other traveler.
In that environment, Naruto felt relaxed and at peace.
Although the conditions in Sunagakure weren’t as good as Konoha, Naruto still liked it.
Shopping with Temari during the day, visiting the hot springs at night, and even letting exotic girls from Sunagakure massage his feet…
This life was simply wonderful.
Due to environmental reasons, Sunagakure had very few hot springs, and they were quite expensive.
But for someone like Naruto, who had tens of billions in assets—
He could only say he could continue living in luxury.
And it would last until old age and death…
No, it would last until the day Uzumaki Boruto died of old age.
The leftover money could probably green Sunagakure inside and out several times over.
No problem at all!
…
That day, Naruto had just gotten up when he received a system prompt.
Maybe because he had been enjoying himself too much lately, the system couldn’t stand it anymore and directly issued a mission.
[Ding~ System Mission Released: Combat Power Increased to 150,000
Reward: Simulation Opportunity +1]
After receiving the mission, Naruto instinctively opened the system panel.
Although he hadn’t trained recently, his body continued to grow stronger each day.
After all, he had both the Uzumaki bloodline and a perfected version of the Senju bloodline enhanced by Orochimaru’s technology.
Even doing nothing, his chakra increased naturally.
This world truly revolved around bloodlines!
And Naruto’s combat power had naturally increased.
It had only gone up by a few dozen points, though.
His current combat power was 146,701.
If Naruto didn’t put in any effort and wanted it to reach 150,000 automatically…
It would take more than half a year.
Thinking about it, Naruto decided to start training again.
He explained the situation to Temari and left the village alone.
With only a few thousand points left before reaching 150,000 combat power, Naruto just needed to learn a few new jutsu.
Naruto took out Hashirama’s ninjutsu scroll, spread it open, and began practicing Wood Style.
He had trained with this technique back in Konoha.
“Is it like this…?”
Naruto closed his eyes and began to sense the earth.
Forming a seal, he channeled his chakra wildly into the desert beneath his feet.
“Wood Style—Deep Forest Emergence!”
Puff!
Crackkk!
Thick branches as wide as several men sprouted from the sand.
The range expanded rapidly as Naruto increased his chakra output.
In less than ten seconds, the desert within a two-hundred-meter radius turned into a dense forest.
And not just any forest—the trees were ancient and towering.
Naruto released the jutsu and flew into the air to admire his handiwork.
“Still not enough… I need to keep practicing.”
…
Two days later.
Inside the Kazekage’s office.
An Anbu agent reported the situation.
“Kazekage-sama, Uzumaki Naruto is becoming more and more proficient with Wood Style Ninjutsu. Our entire village is now surrounded by forest.”
“If you go ten miles out, it’s all forest as well!”
Hearing that, Rasa’s eyes filled with emotion. “Uzumaki Naruto… he’s truly Sunagakure’s benefactor!”
But the Anbu brought another piece of news. “Kazekage-sama, a messenger from Konoha has arrived. They wish to meet Uzumaki Naruto and take him back.”
Rasa’s expression turned serious.
“Bring Temari here first,” he said in a low voice.
Before long, Temari arrived at the office.
Rasa asked her, “How far have things developed between you and Uzumaki Naruto?”
Temari looked confused.
She didn’t expect her father to care about something like this.
But she still answered honestly, “Naruto’s a good person. Maybe… we can accept each other.”
Rasa nodded. “Then if I asked you to marry him right now, would that be a problem?”
“What?” Temari looked startled, then frowned. “Did something happen?”
Rasa nodded. “The people from Konoha are here. They want to take Uzumaki Naruto back.”
Temari’s smile faded, and she immediately refused. “If that’s the reason, then I refuse.”
It was the first time Temari had defied her father.
Rasa’s expression stiffened. “What?!”
After spending several days with Naruto, Temari had already been deeply influenced by his way of thinking.
She was no longer afraid of Rasa.
“Let’s be honest,” Temari said directly, “I don’t want politics to ruin what we have.”
“You—!” Rasa’s face twitched in anger, at a loss for words.
How many days had it been?
The daughter he had raised since childhood had already been brainwashed by Naruto?
“Haah…” Rasa sighed. “Then go call Naruto. I’ll take him to meet Konoha’s messenger.”
Temari didn’t feel she was wrong. If anything, she thought Rasa was the one being unreasonable.
With a cold expression, she said firmly, “Naruto told me adults shouldn’t interfere in our affairs. What matters now is free love!”
Rasa’s scalp went numb. He waved his hand, exasperated. “I get it. Just hurry up and call Naruto.”
Temari lifted her chin. “Hmph! No need to rush me. I’m going now!”
Rasa: “…”
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Kurama’s deep voice rumbled from inside Naruto’s body.
“Hmph! Naruto, that’s not just some stinking tanuki… No!”
“It’s the great One-Tail Shukaku!”
Naruto blinked in surprise.
Wait—did Kurama just praise Shukaku?
That didn’t sound right at all.
Shukaku, too, was stunned. “What the hell are you planning, you damned fox!?”
Everyone around could hear Kurama continue in an oddly serious tone.
“Shukaku is the strongest tailed beast.”
Rasa froze.
What? Since when was Shukaku that strong?
Kurama went on, his voice solemn. “Shukaku commands Wind Style, has massive chakra reserves, immense strength, and can even use sealing techniques. He’s absolutely the most powerful among us.”
Shukaku felt a chill run down his spine. “Smelly fox! Stop talking! What the hell are you up to!?”
Kurama ignored him and said calmly to Naruto, “So, Naruto… just place three to five layers of the Eight Trigrams Seal on Shukaku.”
“WHAT!?” Shukaku roared furiously, his voice echoing across the seal space.
Naruto picked at his ear and muttered, “You’re so noisy, tanuki.”
Even when pushed this far, Shukaku—the self-proclaimed leader of the Tailed Beasts—refused to behave.
He continued to curse at both Naruto and Kurama nonstop.
Naruto had had enough. He sighed, raised his hand, and applied three layers of the Eight Trigrams Seal on Gaara.
That was it—six layers total, reinforced with Four Symbols Seals.
Instant silence.
Shukaku’s voice vanished completely, and not a trace of abnormal chakra could be felt from Gaara’s body.
A familiar sound chimed in Naruto’s mind.
[Ding~ System Task Completed. Simulation Opportunity +1]
Behind him, Rasa stared in shock, utterly bewildered by what she had just witnessed.
“Uzumaki Naruto… are you sure that’s safe?” he asked cautiously.
“What’s wrong?” Naruto asked, genuinely confused.
Rasa looked at him and felt a strange emotion stir in his chest.
This child… he doesn’t think like a typical ninja.
To Rasa, what Naruto had just done—leaving Konoha to help another village seal its Jinchūriki—was no small act.
If someone from Sunagakure had done that for another nation, Rasa would have immediately branded them an SSS-level traitor and sent Anbu to hunt them down daily.
But Naruto… he didn’t think that way.
To him, it was simple.
A friend was in trouble.
So, he helped.
Rasa felt a flicker of shame at his own thoughts. “No… no problem,” he finally said softly.
He stepped forward and examined Gaara’s new seal.
Almost immediately, his body stiffened, the hairs on his neck standing up.
This sealing technique…!
The power radiating from it was countless times stronger than the one Chiyo had placed on Gaara.
And the complexity—there was no way a mere kid should have been able to craft something like this.
Temari glanced at her father and asked, “Lord Kazekage, can Naruto stay in the village for a while?”
Although they were father and daughter, Rasa’s family discipline was strict.
In public, his children never called him “Father.”
Rasa coughed awkwardly. He didn’t know that his daughter had already grown fond of Naruto.
If Hiruzen Sarutobi finds out I let Naruto stay here, he’ll think I kidnapped him, Rasa thought nervously.
Even though the Third Hokage appeared gentle and kind, Rasa knew well—when pushed, Sarutobi could be ruthless.
Rasa opened his mouth to refuse… but then paused.
Wait… why should I be afraid of Sarutobi Hiruzen?
The boy standing before him was a once-in-a-century genius.
If Naruto was willing to stay in Sunagakure, it would be an honor!
Honestly, if it came to that, Rasa wouldn’t mind giving not just his daughter but even his other sons to Naruto if it meant keeping him here.
Offending Konoha? So what?
In the shinobi world, power spoke louder than alliances.
After a moment of internal struggle, Rasa finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll leave this matter to you.”
At that moment, Gaara began to stir.
His eyes opened, filled with confusion and exhaustion.
But this time, there was no madness, no rage—only peace.
A calm warmth flowed through his stomach.
What’s going on? Where’s Shukaku? Has he stopped screaming? Did he… leave my body?
Can I finally live like a normal person?
When Gaara saw Rasa, fear flickered in his eyes—but beneath it, a quiet hatred lingered.
Rasa sighed. “Gaara, Uzumaki Naruto helped you strengthen Shukaku’s seal. You can rest now.”
Gaara, who hadn’t properly slept in years, felt his mind grow heavy.
He closed his eyes and drifted into deep sleep.
Inside the seal space, Shukaku was completely immobilized—unable to influence Gaara anymore.
…
Elsewhere, Temari led Naruto through the streets of Sunagakure.
Of course, they weren’t just sightseeing.
Temari was helping Naruto buy daily necessities for his stay.
As the daughter of the Kazekage, Temari naturally attracted attention wherever she went.
Not long ago, her admirers had been heartbroken when they heard she was engaged.
Now, seeing her walking through the marketplace with a strange blond boy, their expressions darkened.
“Please! Wait a moment!”
A voice called out behind them.
Naruto turned and saw a young Sand ninja, about Temari’s age, running toward them with two teammates and a Jōnin supervisor.
They must have just returned from a mission.
The young ninja stopped before Temari, his face full of disbelief.
“Lady Temari… are you really engaged to this guy?”
Naruto blinked, glancing at Temari.
Temari shrugged with a confident smile. “Calm down. I know it sounds boastful, but I’m quite popular among the boys in the Sand Village.”
Naruto laughed. “Hahaha~ That line sounds really familiar.”
The young Sand ninja clenched his fists, his expression pained. “I see… I understand.”
He turned and walked away, shoulders slumped in defeat.
Temari watched him go and smiled proudly. “Well, I didn’t expect you to help me get rid of a pest.”
To be honest, she had rejected that guy multiple times, but he just wouldn’t give up.
Naruto chuckled softly and didn’t say anything.
As the sun began to set, Temari looked at him and asked, “So, Naruto… are you going to stay at a hotel or… come to my place?”
Naruto froze, his mind spinning wildly with possibilities.
After a long pause, his brain seemed to short-circuit.
He scratched his head and blurted out, “Uh… can we stay at the hotel together?”
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Inside the top-floor training room of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Triskelion headquarters, a shirtless and muscular Captain Steve Rogers pounded his fists against a heavy sandbag with relentless force.
Behind him stood Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. She watched quietly, her calm expression betraying the curiosity and concern hidden in her eyes.
“Captain Rogers, is it true? Is there really a major crisis coming in the future?”
After a moment of hesitation, Natasha finally spoke. Rogers stopped his assault on the sandbag, grabbed a towel, and wiped the sweat from his face. With a weary smile, he turned toward her.
“There are still many disasters waiting for New York,” Rogers replied evenly. “But right now, the most important thing is that Thor of Asgard is coming to Earth soon.”
His eyes shone with purpose.
If there was anyone Rogers valued the most, it was undoubtedly Thor. Not even Tony Stark commanded such focused attention.
The reason was simple — Rogers wanted to win the favor of Odin, the King of Asgard.
After all, during the Infinity War, Odin had fallen into the Odinsleep. If Rogers could prevent that, perhaps the future could be changed — maybe even the war’s outcome reversed.
“Now that Allens is dead,” Rogers continued, “our next mission is to ensure the timeline progresses smoothly.”
His eyes gleamed with determination. In addition to Odin, Rogers also hoped to form an alliance with the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One of Kamar-Taj.
Though Rogers had already learned a few magical techniques, his skills were still rudimentary compared to the masters of Kamar-Taj. He had only grasped the basics — the ability to tap into power from alternate dimensions — but hadn’t yet mastered advanced spells like Mirror Dimension.
Thus, even if he had defeated an enemy by luck, Rogers knew it wasn’t the end. Having come from the future, his second mission was clear: ensure that future unfolds as planned.
“Is there really such a thing as gods?”
Natasha’s eyes flickered with disbelief. She couldn’t bring herself to accept the idea of gods — Odin, Thor, Asgard — as real beings. For her, humanity had always been alone on Earth.
“They’re more like powerful aliens than gods,” a familiar voice said.
The door opened, and Nick Fury entered, his single eye sharp and serious. Behind him was a man with a neatly trimmed goatee — Tony Stark.
“Hey, so this is the Captain America from the future?” Tony said with his usual sarcasm. “You’re not exactly what I imagined.”
But this wasn’t Tony Stark. It was Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, disguised as him using advanced nanotech armor and psychic mimicry.
As the master of telekinesis and illusion, Wanda could perfectly imitate Tony’s voice, mannerisms, and even his trademark arrogance — in fact, her portrayal of Tony was so precise that it was nearly indistinguishable from the real one.
“Tony,” Rogers said with a nostalgic grin, “it’s really good to see you again. Still the same narcissistic guy, huh?”
Even Tony’s snark, now coming from Wanda, brought a strange sense of comfort to Rogers.
“I don’t believe in gods,” ‘Tony’ replied with a shrug, “unless one shows up and makes me kneel.”
The disguised Wanda played her role flawlessly, showing mild annoyance at Rogers’ presence — just as the real Tony would.
“Anyway,” Rogers said, turning toward Fury, “Thor will be arriving soon. Director Fury, you’d better start preparing.”
Fury nodded, taking in the gravity of the statement. But while everyone’s focus was on him, none of them noticed what “Tony Stark” was doing behind them.
Tiny devices, no larger than grains of rice, quietly detached from Wanda’s right palm and attached themselves to various spots around the training room.
“Miss Wanda, the illusion devices are active,” whispered J.A.R.V.I.S. in her ear through bone-conduction audio that only she could hear.
Meanwhile, in the Stark Tower office, a holographic display shimmered to life. Floating in the air was a live projection of Captain America, Fury, and the others inside the training room.
“Excellent,” said Allens, watching the feed with a satisfied smile. “J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the Nine Realms Space-Time Detection Device.”
Before him, a large, reactor-like mechanism began to hum. Strange vibrations pulsed from it — frequencies engineered by Allens himself — spreading across the planet to probe and map dimensional boundaries.
He had named the device the Nine Realms Detection Array, created during one of his bursts of genius. Its sole function: to locate Asgard across space and time.
Its principle was complex, yet its operation was simple — like a bat using echolocation. The device sent out special energy pulses that rippled through space, recording their resonance whenever they struck dimensional barriers.
“SIR, coordinates of the Nine Realms have been successfully detected,” reported J.A.R.V.I.S.
Before Allens appeared a magnificent, luminous structure resembling a World Tree, each branch glowing with unique energy signatures. Nine radiant nodes pulsed along its length.
At the top stood Asgard. Beneath it lay Vanaheim, Alfheim, Nidavellir, Jotunheim, and in the center — Midgard, Earth itself. Below that: Svartalfheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim.
The Nine Realms coexisted, bound together by the roots and branches of Yggdrasil, the World Tree — the foundation of the universe itself.
But Allens wasn’t interested in the tree or its balance. What fascinated him were the beings inhabiting these realms — the Aesir gods, Light Elves, Vanir, Frost Giants, Dark Elves, the Undead, and even the Fire Giants.
They were all potential targets.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., power up the Big Clock.”
A cold smile crept onto Allens’ lips.
In his Malibu beach house, the enormous golden clock began to spin violently. The clock hands rotated faster and faster until a brilliant beam of energy erupted from its core.
Whirr—
In an instant, the light engulfed Allens completely.
By merging the Big Clock’s time-space shifting ability with his newly developed Quantum Bridge Transit Module, Allens had achieved a breakthrough — a teleportation system rivaling Asgard’s Bifrost itself.
And now, he was ready to use it.
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2025-10-26 11:25:45 +0000 UTC
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Tony Stark’s Malibu beach house stood majestically on the cliffside. The entire villa, sprawling over a large area, had been remodeled by Allens, equipped with numerous advanced facilities.
Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., accompanied by two agents, arrived at the villa. His mission this time was to invite the recently world-famous Iron Man, Tony Stark, to join the Avengers Initiative proposed by Captain Steve Rogers.
Although Coulson didn’t quite understand why it was called “Avengers,” according to Captain Rogers, before the endgame, all superheroes would be known by that name.
As for the one they were meant to avenge— it was undoubtedly Thanos, the being who wiped out half the universe with a single snap of his fingers.
“The personality of Tony Stark... Captain Rogers really gave me a tough assignment,”
Coulson muttered with a helpless expression. Still, as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s model agents, retreat was never an option, no matter how difficult the mission.
Click.
Behind Coulson, one of the agents—stern-faced and alert—took a single step forward before the ground beneath him cracked open. In an instant, several mechanical arms shot out from beneath the concrete, clanking and twisting into position.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Within seconds, a three-meter-tall mechanical figure emerged, its entire body composed of overlapping metal plates. It had no face—only a single red, glowing eye in the center of its head, radiating a chilling aura.
“This road is blocked. Anyone who crosses will die.”
The cold, mechanical voice echoed as the red pupil flared. Lines of light traced across its armor like veins, glowing ominously.
“Holy shit! What the hell is that thing?!”
The agent who had moved first froze in terror, his hand instinctively grabbing his pistol. But even with the gun in hand, he felt no sense of security—only dread.
“Damn it! What kind of monster did Tony Stark build this time?!”
another agent shouted, drenched in cold sweat. The overwhelming pressure from the towering machine made breathing difficult—especially under the gaze of that single, glowing red eye.
Coulson sighed. “Captain Rogers really knows how to give me the best assignments.”
Though fear gripped his chest, he stepped forward anyway. As the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil Coulson had no choice but to face it head-on.
He looked up at the massive robot, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Hey, Mr. Stark! Is this how you treat your guests?”
Despite the tension, he spoke with practiced calm, knowing full well that the machine before him was likely controlled by J.A.R.V.I.S.
“Agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. requesting entry,” he announced.
Inside the villa’s private lab, Allens was busy designing a new prototype for his Super Steel battle suit when J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed through the speakers.
“Sir, Agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. is here.”
Allens paused briefly, glanced at the holographic display, and smirked.
“Wanda, sweetheart, go greet our future S.H.I.E.L.D. Director.”
Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, who had been practicing her psychic control nearby, floated toward him. Her crimson eyes softened as she smiled.
“Leave it to me, Mr. Allens.”
She kissed him gently, then raised her right hand to her forehead.
Clack-clack-clack.
Nanotech armor—designed by Allens—rapidly unfolded across her body, covering her in sleek metallic plating that accentuated her figure.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the shapeshifting module,” Wanda ordered.
“Shapeshifting module activated,” replied J.A.R.V.I.S.
The nanotech armor began to shift and morph, its surface plates rearranging until Wanda perfectly resembled Allens himself.
Allens watched with amusement as “he” left the lab, then turned back to his work. Since his intelligence had increased a thousandfold, inspiration had been flooding his mind like wildfire. The Light of Genius—a term once used for Tony Stark—now truly belonged to him.
Countless new designs flashed before his eyes. But what thrilled him most was the faint hope of breaking the quantum entanglement state of Origin Magic Energy.
“Sentry, disarm,” Allens ordered coldly.
Outside, the towering three-meter robot—known as Sentry—received the command. Its red eye pulsed once, then dimmed to blue as a glowing energy field enveloped it. In seconds, it vanished into thin air.
Allens smirked. “A little gift for the Avengers... or perhaps, for the God of Thunder himself.”
Back in the lab’s center, a massive, clock-like metallic structure was nearing completion. Blue quantum currents arced around it like lightning, radiating immense energy.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., that silver finish looks boring. Paint it gold.”
“Understood, sir.”
Jets of gold nanocoating sprayed over the surface, transforming the structure into a dazzling golden clock. The blue quantum energy coursing through it made it appear both majestic and terrifying.
“Sir, would you like to name this device?” J.A.R.V.I.S. asked.
A satisfied grin spread across Allens’ face. This was his first true masterpiece—his proudest creation.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., call it The Big Clock.”
He pondered briefly, then nodded with finality.
The Big Clock had a function reminiscent of Zilean’s Chronoshift from League of Legends—capable of manipulating time and space through quantum energy.
But that wasn’t all.
Allens had integrated a powerful prediction module inside the Big Clock, allowing him to foresee possible futures.
With a thought, he could activate the device, observe countless timelines, or even reverse time itself—just like the Sorcerer Supreme.
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2025-10-26 11:23:37 +0000 UTC
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Su Luo held the scarf in his hand, nervously watching every movement on the field.
A worried look appeared on his face, his eyes fixed with intense focus.
He knew the next moment would be the turning point — the one that would determine victory or defeat.
Robert and Hågen battled fiercely for possession of the ball.
Chaos erupted across the pitch — figures flashed back and forth, sweat flying through the air and splattering onto the grass.
Every Dortmund player was fully engaged, communicating through silent understanding as they maintained their 4-3-3 formation.
Su Luo’s eyes widened, his breathing quickened — he could feel the match reaching its climax.
The crowd was on its feet, the atmosphere electric.
They roared for their beloved team, pushing the energy inside Griffin Stadium to its absolute peak.
Dortmund needed this victory — to prove their strength, to show the world their unity and unyielding will.
Every player was determined to give their all, to overcome their opponents no matter how difficult the challenge.
Su Luo’s heart burned with the desire to win. He was resolved to use his strength to create more opportunities for his teammates.
He knew that a single goal could change the entire course of the match.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he wiped it away unconsciously.
The audience shouted wildly, their voices merging into a thunderous wave of support that fueled the team’s spirit.
This moment carried the weight of both pressure and expectation.
The score remained deadlocked, but Su Luo could sense that victory was near.
Unflinching, he exchanged glances with his teammates — eyes full of mutual trust and determination.
As the match entered its most critical phase, Su Luo followed every movement on the pitch closely.
Memories of his past conversations with the coaching staff flashed through his mind. He knew — this was his time to show leadership.
A fire ignited in Su Luo’s chest. Taking a deep breath, he focused intently on his teammates’ relentless efforts.
Robert and Hågen refused to give up, fighting fiercely for every ball and continuously launching new attacks.
The pitch was a battlefield of movement and energy, players darting between lines, displaying their strength and skill.
As captain, Hågen played a crucial role.
He waved his arms and shouted commands, urging his teammates forward again and again.
His voice echoed through the field as he instructed them to adjust their formation and directed the flow of attack.
That unity — that unspoken understanding — was the key to Dortmund’s success.
Su Luo couldn’t help but feel admiration for Hågen’s indomitable spirit and never-say-die attitude.
Hågen had always been his role model — his leadership and ability to unite the team filled Su Luo with confidence.
Shifting his focus, Su Luo began scanning for an opening to break through the opponent’s defense.
He quickly calculated every possible passing lane and shooting angle in his mind.
He knew — one goal could rewrite the story of the game, becoming the ultimate proof of his teammates’ efforts.
Suddenly, Su Luo spotted a gap and sprinted forward decisively.
Robert caught sight of his movement and immediately sent the ball his way.
After receiving the pass, Su Luo accelerated, charging toward the opponent’s goal with lightning speed.
The crowd immediately caught on to his intent and erupted in cheers.
The roar spread through Griffin Stadium like a wave — excitement and anticipation filled every corner.
However, the opposing players weren’t about to let Su Luo pass so easily.
Several defenders rushed to surround him, tightening their formation to cut off his advance.
But even under heavy pressure, Su Luo didn’t flinch. He kept his composure and pressed forward fearlessly.
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2025-10-26 11:18:01 +0000 UTC
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Although these accusations were unfair, Jensen understood the disappointment of the fans toward their beloved team.
Just as Jensen was lost in thought, he noticed a comment that had suddenly gained attention and become the center of debate.
It was a question that didn’t directly involve Su Luo — but was related to him in a personal way: “Who stole Robert’s goal?”
As a veteran commentator, Jensen knew that emotional outbursts from supporters during controversial moments were almost routine.
At the same time, as one of Su Luo’s strongest and most loyal supporters, Jensen felt it was his duty to show trust and belief in Su Luo and the entire team.
Instead of replying in the online comment section, he picked up the microphone, smiled, and spoke to the audience watching the live broadcast:
“Dear football fans,” he began warmly, “I understand your frustration and concern about Su Luo and the rest of our team right now. But let’s stand by them.”
He paused, glancing toward Su Luo’s direction.
Su Luo was sitting with his teammates, browsing the tablet screen filled with controversial comments about the match.
Jensen continued passionately, “Su Luo is an exceptional player — one of the most talented we’ve seen in years. We’ve supported him since his early days, and he has always made us proud. No matter the outcome, I believe he will give his all in this match, just as he does in every game, to bring victory to our team.”
His words contrasted sharply with the ongoing boos and doubts filling the live comment section.
But Jensen wasn’t discouraged.
“It’s also important to remember,” he added confidently, “that here at Dortmund, we stand united. Every player contributes to our success — no one fights alone.”
He smiled, radiating trust and pride. “This is what makes Dortmund strong.”
Hearing Jensen’s words, Su Luo felt a wave of gratitude. The commentator’s faith in him and the team filled his heart with renewed motivation.
On the pitch, the chemistry between Su Luo and Robert continued to excite the entire stadium.
As captain, Hagen led by example, shouting tactical commands as the crowd roared.
The stadium pulsed with thunderous cheers and applause. Borussia Dortmund was locked in a fierce battle against their powerful rivals — Bayern Munich.
Facing the opponent’s relentless attack, Su Luo swiftly broke through the defense line, sprinting forward with the ball at his feet.
He sent a sharp, accurate pass toward Robert, who seized the moment and launched a rapid counterattack.
Robert dribbled skillfully, weaving past two defenders before meeting Su Luo’s perfectly timed pass at the edge of the penalty area.
Su Luo’s movement had drawn defenders away, creating the perfect opening.
Without hesitation, Robert swung his right foot and drove the ball cleanly into the back of the net!
The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers.
The fans’ eyes gleamed with excitement and admiration for the breathtaking cooperation between the two teammates.
They could feel the deep trust and understanding between Su Luo and Robert — an unspoken connection that transcended words.
Su Luo turned toward the crowd and smiled, running along the sidelines as fans stood and screamed his name.
Emily sat nervously in the stands, her fists clenched tightly as she silently cheered for Su Luo in her heart.
In the remaining minutes of the match, the Dortmund players stayed united, displaying immense strength and unyielding determination.
On the pitch, Su Luo and Robert continued to demonstrate flawless chemistry — each attack igniting like a spark, dazzling under the floodlights, and breaking down their opponents one by one.
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2025-10-26 11:16:27 +0000 UTC
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Jiraiya waited to arrive at Naruto’s residence, only to find that no one was home.
This gave him an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong.
…
On the other side,
Naruto and Temari were almost at Sunagakure.
At this moment, Naruto truly felt the joy of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
But Temari in his arms was a little confused.
This was the first time she had been held so intimately by a boy.
In her mind, she and Naruto were still only at the beginning stage…
After a while, Temari couldn’t calm herself and asked, “Can you only use Flying Thunder God when you’re holding me?”
At that moment, Temari was in a princess carry.
Naruto’s left arm was around her waist, and his right hand was on her thigh to secure her.
Under the pressure of his hand, the soft, smooth skin of her thigh slightly indented.
Naruto didn’t expect it to feel so… good.
Hearing Temari’s complaint, he replied humbly, “Yeah… I’m still a novice, and I’m not sure where the Flying Thunder God kunai will land, so I can only hold you to avoid mistakes.”
Temari lowered her head, feeling Naruto’s body heat, and grew increasingly nervous.
Hateful… if you take advantage, take advantage. Where else could I find such a suitable excuse?
Fortunately, the Flying Thunder God kunai reached its destination quickly.
Soon, Naruto crossed a river and a desert and arrived at the entrance of Sunagakure.
When they reached the village, Naruto no longer needed to hold Temari.
He set her down and looked around the desolate surroundings. “Your place is a bit remote… ah no, I mean… your Sand Shinobi’s resilience is impressive. I didn’t mean that the environment here is bad.”
Temari shook her head slightly. “It’s fine. We’re used to being in a remote country.”
Naruto was silent.
Indeed, Sunagakure was not as developed as Konoha.
When he had watched anime, he hadn’t realized the gap was so large.
It felt to him like the difference between the countryside in his previous life and the countryside of the 1970s.
While they were talking, a scream suddenly echoed from the village.
Temari’s eyes widened. “Something’s wrong with Gaara’s seal again!”
As the event unfolded, a system prompt appeared in Naruto’s mind.
[Ding~ System Mission Released: Stabilize Shukaku
Reward: Simulation Opportunity +1]
Naruto was slightly startled.
Yo? This system is smart—it sends tasks wherever I go. Could it be that I’ve entered a new scene and can unlock new missions?
He flicked out the Flying Thunder God kunai and grabbed Temari’s hand, waiting for the kunai to land in the village.
In an instant, the two were teleported to the scene of chaos.
Naruto looked around.
The streets were in disarray. Gaara had lost control, and the villagers were panicking.
Rasa was using the placer gold to suppress Gaara’s half-tailed beast form, while many Sand Shinobi evacuated civilians.
Naruto immediately moved forward.
Temari, behind him, widened her eyes. “Hey! You can use Flying Thunder God without holding me!”
Her voice was faint, but Naruto heard it.
It’s over… she noticed. What should I do?
He decided not to worry for now.
First, suppress Shukaku.
Naruto shouted to Rasa, “Kazekage-sama, step back!”
Rasa’s calm expression instantly changed. “Uzumaki Naruto? No!”
He had heard of Naruto’s strength.
Power like that was one thing in the Forest of Death. But if it appeared in Sunagakure…
Damn it! Are we still alive?
Naruto saw Gaara attempting to rush toward Rasa. Before he could act further, he formed a seal with one hand:
“Wood Style – Myojin Gate!”
That’s right. Naruto’s Myojin Gate had evolved into Wood Style – Myojin Gate.
Now it not only had sealing power but also the ability to absorb chakra.
Several Myojin Gates fell from the sky, instantly covering Gaara.
Shukaku’s chakra was suppressed, and Gaara collapsed to the ground.
Even Rasa felt his body sink under the Myojin Gate’s effect. His chakra went out of control, and his movements were paralyzed.
Naruto stepped forward and pulled Rasa out of the gate’s sealing range.
Rasa regained independent control, taking two hurried steps back while staring at the massive Myojin Gate in shock.
Sealing technique… this is incredible!
Temari walked over from a distance, initially worried about the Tailed Beast going berserk, but she saw the situation had been resolved.
Her mind raced. When Naruto fought Shukaku in the Forest of Death, it was just ninjutsu vs. brute force… How could he learn such an overwhelming sealing technique so quickly?
He truly was a genius beyond ordinary understanding.
But this didn’t stop her from giving him a scolding look.
Naruto cleared his throat and quickly asked Rasa, “What’s the situation with Gaara’s seal?”
Sure enough, this diverted Temari’s attention.
“It was originally sealed by Grandmother Chiyo,” she replied first.
Naruto nodded slightly, his eyes quietly observing Gaara, who was still subdued by the Myojin Gate.
The chakra of One-Tail Shukaku was fully suppressed, and Gaara returned to his normal state.
[Ding~ System Task Completed: Simulation Opportunity +1]
[Ding~ System Mission Released: Strengthen Gaara’s Tailed Beast Seal
Reward: Simulation Opportunity +1]
Realizing the system’s new mission, Naruto’s mind was already made up.
The system’s tasks would now appear faster in new places—or perhaps only after certain plot triggers, which he could choose to accept or ignore.
Naruto memorized the system’s characteristics and then adjusted the Myojin Gate.
Gaara fell into a deep sleep.
Temari and Rasa followed him closely.
Rasa glanced at Temari, as if wanting to ask something.
Temari nodded slightly, putting him at ease.
Previously, due to inter-village relations and the need to hide Konoha’s hidden plans, Rasa had devised such a trick to distract everyone.
Now, seeing that Naruto and Temari were cooperating so well, Rasa didn’t regret his choice.
Naruto knelt to inspect Gaara’s seal.
Shukaku’s voice suddenly shouted, “You brat! Get away! Don’t touch me!”
Naruto clicked his tongue. “Little tanuki, so bad-tempered? Want my Kurama to come out and teach you a lesson?”
Rasa was shocked.
Damn it… better stop reminiscing about the past. One Shukaku is more than enough for us. We at Sunagakure definitely cannot handle the Nine-Tails.
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Early the next morning.
Inside the Hokage’s office.
As soon as Sarutobi Hiruzen started work, he called Yamato over.
Yamato was the only ninja who knew Wood Style besides Senju Hashirama and Naruto.
A man with dull eyes pushed open the office door and said to Hiruzen, “Hokage-sama, I’m here.”
Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at him and asked, “Tenzo, you know about the Chūnin Exams, right?”
Yamato nodded seriously. “Yes. Although there was a slight problem during the process, the damage wasn’t too bad.”
“That’s true.” Hiruzen exhaled a puff of smoke and said, “The battle between Sunagakure’s Tailed Beast and little Naruto completely changed the terrain of the Forest of Death.”
“Tenzo, do you know why I called you here?”
Yamato’s mouth twitched slightly as he replied helplessly, “To... restore the environment?”
Sarutobi nodded with satisfaction. “Good. Thank you for your hard work, Tenzo.”
Yamato gave a small sigh. “It’s not hard, Hokage-sama.”
Then, Yamato set off.
However, a small change stirred within his heart.
Senju Hashirama’s Wood Style was terrifying—but his own Wood Style could only be used for reforestation.
This thought made Yamato feel slightly depressed.
But when he arrived at the Forest of Death, he was dumbfounded.
He looked around at the dense jungle, scratching his head helplessly. “It should be here… but why did so many trees grow overnight?”
“No... this is definitely the trace of Wood Style!”
…
After confirming what he saw, Yamato hurried back to report to the Third Hokage.
Sarutobi Hiruzen was shocked when he heard the news.
He thought to himself: How long has it been since Naruto got the First Hokage’s ninjutsu scroll? Has he already learned Hashirama’s Wood Style that easily?
This was the same powerful Wood Style that Yamato had studied for years—barely managing to imitate a shadow of its true form.
From Yamato’s description, it was clear that although Naruto’s Wood Style wasn’t quite as strong as the First Hokage’s, it was already far beyond Yamato’s.
Sarutobi’s expression suddenly grew serious. He said to Yamato in a low tone, “Tenzo, if anyone asks about this, say that it was your Wood Style. Understood?”
“This…” Yamato hesitated for a moment, sensing something deeper, then nodded.
Seeing that he understood, Sarutobi dismissed him.
Shortly after Yamato left, Jiraiya entered the office.
Behind him was a young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
At first glance—oh? Wasn’t that Uchiha Sasuke?
Sarutobi Hiruzen was slightly surprised. “Jiraiya? You’re back?”
“Yeah,” Jiraiya said, walking straight up to him. “I came to ask—how strong is Uzumaki Naruto now?”
Sarutobi took a puff of his pipe and spoke in a deep tone. “Very strong. Much stronger than I was thirty years ago.”
Jiraiya’s expression turned understanding. “I knew it… No wonder he refused to become my disciple and sent this guy to me instead.”
He glanced at Sasuke, who looked both injured and unconvinced.
Sarutobi didn’t pay Sasuke much mind.
Although others called Sasuke a genius, Sarutobi didn’t agree.
In his eyes, Sasuke’s existence was merely to give the true Uchiha geniuses a sense of peace.
Now that Jiraiya had returned to Konoha, Sarutobi brought up what had been on his mind for a long time.
“Jiraiya, you know I’m getting old…”
“Teacher,” Jiraiya interrupted him quickly. “You also know my personality isn’t suited to being Hokage.”
Hiruzen’s eyes showed a trace of weariness.
Seeing that, Jiraiya sighed softly. “I can ask Tsunade. She should come back.”
After all, Tsunade was Senju Hashirama’s granddaughter, one of the village’s founders.
Hiruzen nodded slightly, relieved.
As expected of my apprentice, he thought. He still cares, even a little.
He couldn’t help but feel how old his bones had become.
If not for Danzo being too extreme and unfit to lead, Hiruzen would have abdicated long ago.
Then Jiraiya spoke again. “However, I want to take the kid who can use Wood Style with me.”
Sarutobi was startled. “You already know?”
Jiraiya folded his arms and said solemnly, “Wood Style is an incredibly powerful ability. But he’s still young—he needs the right guidance.”
Sarutobi fell silent. The right guidance? Maybe it’s already too late, he thought.
Although Naruto wasn’t very old, his mentality, behavior, and composure were already that of an adult.
But since Jiraiya wanted to try, Hiruzen decided to let him.
Although Jiraiya himself was no longer young, in Hiruzen’s eyes, he would always be a child.
…
On the street.
Jiraiya walked in front, with Sasuke following behind.
“Young man,” Jiraiya said bluntly, “don’t be so full of yourself. You’re still far too weak. It’s impossible for you to defeat that kid.”
“Unless you truly learn to master the power of both the Nine-Tails and the Sharingan.”
Sasuke clenched his fists but said nothing—he knew Jiraiya was right.
Finally, he asked, “Then what can you teach me?”
That was the most important question.
If he was going to become Jiraiya’s disciple, he needed something to learn.
Otherwise, what was the point?
Jiraiya chuckled. “My ninjutsu isn’t suitable for you. What you need is knowledge.”
Sasuke frowned. “Knowledge?”
Jiraiya asked, “Do you know about the Senju clan?”
“I know,” Sasuke replied after a moment’s thought. “They were the old rivals of the Uchiha clan—one of the founding clans of Konoha.”
Jiraiya nodded. “Compared to the First Hokage, the Second Hokage wasn’t a peaceful man. Even though the Uchiha and Senju founded the village together, he never fully trusted the Uchiha.”
“Tobirama Senju specialized in researching the Uchiha clan. He recorded everything he learned about how to fight them.”
Sasuke’s pupils shrank slightly. So the Hokage isn’t completely bathed in sunlight after all… he thought.
Seeing Sasuke’s reaction, Jiraiya continued, “That research contains almost every strength and weakness of the Uchiha clan’s elite—and even some of the Sharingan’s secrets.”
“The one who knows you best is always your enemy.”
“The Second Hokage’s manuscripts are now sealed in Konoha’s secret archives.”
Sasuke’s breathing grew heavier.
The Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama—was known in Uchiha history as their most formidable enemy.
It was said Tobirama knew everything about the Uchiha.
If I could obtain those manuscripts, Sasuke thought, I could not only learn more about the Sharingan but also discover how to overcome the weaknesses that destroyed my clan.
Jiraiya looked at him seriously. “But to get those manuscripts, you’ll have to go through the Third Hokage.”
Sasuke fell silent.
Jiraiya didn’t like wasting time on people with questionable resolve.
Even if this one was personally recommended by Minato’s son, he still had to prove himself.
After all, even Minato’s son needed guidance.
So the people he recommended were unlikely to be exceptional.
Jiraiya finally said, “If you can get the manuscript written by the Second Hokage about the Uchiha, I’ll officially take you as my disciple.”
Then, Jiraiya turned and left in a blur.
Sasuke stood there silently for a long time.
After a while, he looked toward the Hokage Building and whispered to himself—
“I love Konoha.”
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Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris.
Captain America Steve Rogers was badly injured. Near the wreckage of the crashed Quinjet, Hawkeye (Clint Barton) and Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) stumbled out, both shaken and wounded.
Although Allens hadn’t directly targeted them earlier, the Quinjet’s violent crash left the two Avengers in rough shape.
“Captain Rogers, did we succeed?”
Natasha’s tone was solemn as she and Barton hurried to Rogers’ side. They were still unsure about this “Future Rogers”, but the shock and awe they felt toward him were undeniable.
“I’ve exiled the AI Allens to another dimension,” Rogers said, forcing a weary smile. “If nothing goes wrong… we’ve won.”
He looked ahead at the ruins of the once-majestic cathedral. From a distance, several priests stared at them in horror, crossing themselves in disbelief.
“Sir, our mission’s complete, but we’ve got a problem here. We need cleanup support.”
Natasha picked up her communicator and directly contacted Nick Fury, giving her report.
“Understood,” Fury replied calmly. “I’ll send someone to pick you up and handle the aftermath.”
Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Director Nick Fury’s single eye gave nothing away. Hanging up, he turned to the bald man waiting nearby.
“Agent Sitwell,” Fury said, his tone sharp and commanding, “I need you to head to France. Our people are at Notre Dame. Make sure they’re picked up safely and deal with any fallout from the incident.”
Agent Jasper Sitwell, glasses glinting under the office lights, nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir.”
Fury’s gaze lingered on him for a long moment — intense, probing. Ever since the events involving Future Rogers, Fury’s trust in others had grown razor-thin.
And yet, he had no idea that the man standing before him — Agent Sitwell — was a HYDRA spy.
“Yes, sir,” Sitwell repeated firmly. He turned and walked out, a faint smirk creeping across his face.
“Mr. Allens wanted me to keep a close eye on Captain Rogers,” he murmured under his breath. “Looks like it’s finally time to make contact.”
Pushing his glasses up with one finger, Sitwell nodded politely to Agent Maria Hill as he passed, but his mind was already racing with dark intent.
Stark Tower, New York City.
Atop the gleaming skyscraper, Allens sat before a holographic screen. Through J.A.R.V.I.S., he had linked into a satellite feed, once again monitoring Captain America’s every move.
He was slightly surprised that Rogers could use Kamar-Taj magic, but not entirely shocked.
After all, this was the Marvel Universe. In the comics, even Tony Stark had once become the Sorcerer Supreme.
What truly fascinated Allens was Rogers’ banishment spell — the same one that had made the “Rise of Heroes System” warn him to stay clear of Future Captain America.
As Rogers and his team boarded the Quinjet and disappeared over the ruins of Notre Dame, Allens’ cold expression shifted into a faint, satisfied smile.
Ding!
“Congratulations, Host — you have successfully evaded a pursuit from Captain America Rogers. You are rewarded with one random draw.”
“Would you like to begin the lottery now?”
The long-silent mechanical voice of the Rise of Heroes System suddenly echoed in Allens’ mind. He couldn’t help but grin — his pulse quickening.
This was what he lived for.
The chance… to become stronger.
Let the Avengers chase him. Let them hunt him. Each time they did, he would only evolve further.
“Captain America can use magic,” Allens mused aloud. “Then maybe it’s time I get something even better.”
His eyes gleamed.
“Start the lottery.”
Countless abilities flashed across his mind — superpowers, skills, divine techniques. Under his eager gaze, the mechanical voice spoke again:
“Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained Hiro Nakamura’s Time Manipulation ability.”
For a brief moment, Allens froze — then laughed out loud, unrestrained and delighted.
Among superhuman abilities, time manipulation was a god-tier power — allowing one to pause, slow, rewind, and even travel through time itself.
Hiro Nakamura might not have been the strongest wielder of it, but Allens knew full well the terrifying potential this ability held.
Except for cosmic beings or masters of time magic like Doctor Strange, few could ever hope to challenge him now. Even Thor would have to kneel.
“Time… stop.”
Allens raised his right hand slightly.
And the world froze.
Cars halted mid-street. Pedestrians hung in the air mid-step. Drops of coffee suspended themselves in mid-splash, forming a liquid curtain frozen in place.
A waitress stood motionless, cup halfway tilted. Everything — utterly still.
Allens smiled faintly. “Interesting. So this… is the power of time.”
He summoned his Iron Man-style armor, the golden-red suit forming around him with a hiss of nanotech. In an instant, he was hovering over New York City, watching the motionless world beneath him with a cold, satisfied grin.
The time stop didn’t affect him — not at all. He could even choose to exempt others from it if he wished.
Snap.
Allens snapped his fingers.
Time resumed. The city continued as if nothing had happened. Cars honked. People walked. Coffee spilled.
Only Allens knew that he had been sitting in that café, calmly drinking his coffee — for an entire hour — while the rest of the world was frozen.
“Perfect,” he said softly. “I was wondering how to acquire magical power… but now, it seems things just got easier.”
His eyes hardened.
“Soon, Mjolnir will fall from Asgard. The Mind Stone embedded in my forehead allows me to lift it — but I can’t yet awaken its magic.”
His lips curved into a predatory smile.
“Even Captain America can use magic now. Then I’ll master something far older… far darker.”
He turned toward the window, his reflection gleaming against the night skyline.
“Not the borrowed power of Kamar-Taj, but one of Asgard’s oldest and most forbidden arts — the magic of the Asgardian Necromancers.”
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"Surprising… This MCU universe really is full of excitement."
In front of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, Deadpool stood in his nano battle suit. The massive hole in the armor around his chest was rapidly repairing itself.
Despite having his heart pierced by the Holy Sword of Vishanti, Deadpool was still alive and grinning with that familiar, maddening expression.
“What the hell… according to the plan, you should be dead by now,”
said Captain America, Steve Rogers, looking genuinely stunned.
According to the plan made with Future Tony Stark, stabbing Allens through the heart with a magical weapon should have killed him instantly.
“Captain America Rogers from the future,” Deadpool’s armor spoke automatically, Allens’ pre-recorded voice echoing coldly, full of mockery.
“You must be wondering why I’m still alive.”
“I… am immortal.”
Spreading his arms, Allens’ simulated face twisted into a smirk — proud and emotionless, as if everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
Atop Stark Tower, Allens watched the holographic projection with a cold, calculating gaze. The sight of Rogers using Kamar-Taj magic surprised him slightly.
Still, he wanted to see how much more magic the Captain had learned. After all, the immortal Deadpool was the perfect test subject.
“Deadpool,” Allens ordered, his tone flat but filled with dominance,
“didn’t you always want to massacre the Marvel Universe? Then start with him.”
His eyes glowed faintly as he activated his Mind Control Ability, using the neural-link device embedded within the nano suit. His consciousness surged into Deadpool’s mind.
Buzz… Buzz…
Under Allens’ mental control, Deadpool’s mind rang like a struck bell. A strange voice echoed within him — his own voice, darker and more deranged.
“Massacre…”
Deadpool’s tone turned icy. He raised both hands, and two nano blades extended from his palms.
“Captain America Rogers,” he growled, stepping forward,
“I’ve killed a lot of people… but never a Captain who knows magic.”
With a flash, Deadpool swung his right blade, slicing down toward Rogers.
Boom!
Rogers reacted instantly, thrusting his hand forward to conjure a magic shield that blocked Deadpool’s strike. With his left hand, he traced a glowing circle — summoning a magic sword that slashed forward.
Clang!
Deadpool’s left-hand blade cleaved straight through the conjured weapon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their strikes echoed through the plaza. Even for a battle-hardened warrior like Rogers, Deadpool’s movements were too fast, too brutal. A powerful kick from Deadpool sent him flying backward.
“The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!”
A glowing red sigil flared between Rogers’ palms as he called upon energy from the Crimson Dimension. The power surged into his body, wrapping him in crimson light.
For a moment, his strength and speed multiplied. Rogers’ form blurred as he reappeared in front of Deadpool, driving his fist forward.
Boom!
But even enhanced by Cyttorak’s power, Rogers was still no match for the nano armor. Deadpool caught the blow and countered — his own punch sending Rogers crashing into the ground.
Deadpool’s nano-blades retracted. In their place appeared twin plasma pistols. He leveled one at Rogers’ head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bleeding heavily, Rogers struggled to raise his hand. A glowing magic circle appeared before him, conjuring several spectral swords that pierced Deadpool’s torso.
But Deadpool didn’t flinch. Even impaled through the chest, his arm remained steady — his gun still trained on Rogers.
“Any last words, Captain Rogers?” Deadpool’s voice was cold, like death itself whispering from hell.
This time, Allens didn’t restrict Deadpool’s words. His voice came through loud and clear — calm and cruel.
“This voice…” Rogers muttered weakly, staring at the mad grin twisting on Deadpool’s face.
The magic sword impaling him ran straight through his skull — yet he was still moving. Still alive. Rogers felt an unfamiliar chill run down his spine.
“Exile!”
Rogers crossed his hands, touching Deadpool’s chest. A swirling vortex of darkness burst open behind them.
“F*k… that aura… the Hell Dimension?!” Deadpool shouted, his eyes wide.
He knew that place well — a realm beyond the main universe. He’d been there before, exiled by gods themselves.
Rumble…
The vortex blazed with Hellfire, and whispers of tormented souls filled the air. Invisible hands reached out, dragging Deadpool in.
Whoosh!
The portal snapped shut, sealing Deadpool away once more in the Hell Dimension.
Captain Rogers exhaled shakily. Though Allens couldn’t be killed, at least the immediate threat was gone. The main universe was safe — for now.
Staggering to his feet, Rogers winced in pain. His magic training gave him access to powerful spells, but nowhere near Doctor Strange’s level.
Using banishment magic came at a terrible cost — he wouldn’t be able to cast anything major again for months.
Back in Stark Tower, Allens’ holographic display flickered off. The feed ended the moment Deadpool vanished into Hell.
Allens leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers thoughtfully.
“So… Captain Rogers had that kind of trump card, huh? Even I have to admit — that banishment magic is troublesome.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Magic, huh? The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj are still out there… and the Ancient One’s power isn’t something I can face yet.”
He turned toward the panoramic view of New York outside his tower window.
“The Thor storyline is about to unfold. I’ll need a careful plan. Asgardian technology surpasses Earth’s by millennia… and Loki — he’s a magician too.”
Allens smiled faintly.
“This is going to be… interesting.”
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Hagen was well aware of Su Luo’s ability and performance — and he also understood the controversy among fans surrounding the goal.
As the captain, it was his responsibility to maintain unity and harmony within the Dortmund team.
Determined to ease the tension, Hagen walked straight toward Su Luo.
“Su Luo,” he called out.
He continued firmly, “We all know your strength and contribution. That goal was the result of your hard work. You deserve every bit of this honor.”
Su Luo looked into Hagen’s steady eyes and felt a wave of warmth in his heart.
He knew that the captain had always silently supported him — and today was no exception.
Robert, standing nearby, also noticed Hagen’s positive attitude.
He suddenly realized that he had been too focused on his own performance, neglecting the importance of teamwork.
Thinking back, he understood that Su Luo’s goal wasn’t just the result of individual skill — it was born from the entire team’s cooperation and effort.
Later, Hagen stepped into the locker room at Gryphon Stadium, where the Dortmund players were preparing for the next phase of the match.
The atmosphere was tense. Anxiety and determination hung in the air.
After all, the game was still finely balanced — either side could turn the tide at any moment.
Hagen stood at the center of the locker room, cleared his throat, and raised his voice.
“Guys, I need your attention.”
The players stopped what they were doing and turned toward him, listening intently.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of thousands of expectant eyes from the stands pressing in through the walls.
Hagen gathered his thoughts. What they needed now wasn’t just firepower or passion — it was focus and composure.
“The game isn’t over yet,” Hagen began calmly but firmly. “We’re in the lead, yes, but we must stay vigilant. Our opponents are desperate to win. They’ll seize any opportunity we give them.”
The players exchanged glances, determination flashing across their faces.
Hagen continued, “Robert, you’re our striker. You can’t drop your guard, no matter what. Su Luo’s goal came from his ability — and yes, a bit of luck — but that doesn’t mean the match is decided.”
Robert nodded, understanding the message behind his captain’s words. Even if he had missed a chance earlier, there would be more — and he had to be ready.
“Su Luo,” Hagen said as he stepped closer to him, “this is the moment for you to show your leadership. Your goal lifted the entire team’s morale. I believe everyone here will stand behind you.”
A flicker of gratitude and understanding passed through Su Luo’s eyes.
He knew that the captain’s encouragement wasn’t just for him — it was for the whole team.
Hagen glanced around once more, meeting the eyes of every player in the room. They were all watching him, tense yet expectant.
“Listen, everyone,” Hagen said, his tone steady but powerful. “Trust in ourselves. The understanding and unity between us will carry us to victory.”
The players nodded one by one, clenching their fists in silent agreement. Determination burned brightly in their eyes.
They all knew it — only by working together could they stay sharp, overcome their opponents, and claim victory.
Meanwhile, up in the commentary booth, Jensen sat before a monitor, scanning through the flood of messages in the live chat.
This was a crucial match — one that had captured the attention of fans all across Europe.
He noticed a few Bayern Munich supporters criticizing him, claiming he was too biased toward Dortmund’s star player, Su Luo.
Jensen smiled faintly, shaking his head. He knew that Su Luo’s performance spoke for itself — and no amount of bias could hide true brilliance on the pitch.
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Su Luo stood in the center of the square, gazing up at the massive display screen on a nearby high-rise. It was replaying highlights from today’s match.
He could feel the weight of countless eyes on him. There was admiration in some, but also mockery — a faint air of schadenfreude that made his chest tighten.
Still, he understood — this was both a challenge and a test of his leadership.
“Hey, look at that!”
A young fan suddenly shouted, “That Su Luo made another stupid mistake! He’s not that good anymore!”
Laughter rippled through the crowd, echoing through the square.
A sharp pain flickered in Su Luo’s heart, but he quickly steadied himself.
Robert and Hagen immediately noticed Su Luo’s restraint — how he refused to react impulsively despite the sting of ridicule. They stood firmly beside him, quietly clapping in support.
Their gesture caught the attention of nearby spectators, and gradually, the mood began to shift. Some people started giving Su Luo approving and sympathetic looks.
Feeling the genuine support from his teammates — and even drawing strength from the mixed emotions around him — Su Luo straightened his back and turned to face the crowd.
“It’s okay!” Su Luo said loudly, his voice carrying through the square. “Everyone makes mistakes — I’m no exception. But we can’t give up because of them. I believe in our team’s strength, and we’ll only grow stronger from here!”
Robert and Hagen joined him at the center of the square, applauding.
Moved by his confidence, the surrounding fans began to clap and cheer as well. The mood in the square became charged with positive energy.
Su Luo raised his voice again. “The most important thing is to believe in ourselves and in the team! We’ve already proven we can defeat strong opponents — and I promise you, in the future, we’ll face even greater challenges… and we’ll win!”
Robert and Hagen exchanged proud glances. They knew then that Su Luo was no longer just a rising star — he had become a true leader.
“We’ll always be by your side, supporting you!” Robert said, patting Su Luo on the shoulder.
Hagen nodded with a smile. “That’s right! No matter what happens, we’ll fight with you. Believe me, Su Luo — you’re the best!”
Su Luo felt their sincerity and encouragement deeply.
He knew that within this Dortmund team, a strong bond and unspoken understanding had already formed. With that unity, they could create miracles — and dominate the world of football.
Later, Su Luo’s crucial follow-up goal reignited the fans’ passion. The stadium erupted in cheers, his name echoing through the stands.
Moments ago, many had been disappointed by Dortmund’s struggles — but that goal transformed their despair into pure exhilaration.
However, just as the crowd was basking in joy, controversy began to stir.
Some voices accused Su Luo of stealing a goal that should have belonged to Robert.
The accusations made Su Luo uneasy. He glanced back at Robert and saw the faint flicker of frustration and disappointment in his eyes.
Up in the stands, Emily watched nervously. She knew Robert had been eager to score, and now, being overshadowed might wound his pride.
She could sense the potential tension brewing within the team — something that could threaten their hard-earned unity.
Su Luo felt the cheers ringing around him, but his heart wasn’t light. He understood — a real team wasn’t just about winning. It was about trust, understanding, and standing together even when emotions ran high.
Meanwhile, Hagen stood silently off to the side, observing it all, his expression thoughtful.
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“Tsk~ Here comes another Uzumaki!”
“It seems quite useful~”
Naruto muttered to himself as he continued to extract the simulated attributes.
After the extraction was complete, the simulation began.
This time, the simulated character had talent and blood.
They were living a pretty good life in this Hokage world.
It was a pity that this character was eventually captured and made into a Jinchūriki...
And it was the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki again.
[Simulation ends.]
[System rating: 4]
[Reward: Level 4 Physical Enhancement]
[Bonus Selection Card: Uzumaki]
Naruto felt helpless. “Choose Nine-Tails.”
Third simulation.
[Simulation ends.]
[System rating: 3]
[Reward: Level 3 Physical Enhancement]
[Reward Selection Card: Senju]
Naruto: “...”
“Choose Nine-Tails.”
The fourth simulation.
The fifth simulation...
When the fifth simulation ended, Naruto was completely stunned.
“What’s going on?”
“Is it the fate of the Senju and Uzumaki clans to become Jinchūriki?”
Naruto looked at the four Furious Nine-Tails cards in his backpack and fell into deep thought.
Because of these simulations, Naruto had good luck.
But unfortunately, whether it was the Uzumaki or Senju clan,
although the character templates were strong, the simulation wasn’t real.
The characters in the simulation didn’t know how to protect themselves.
In the end, they were captured by Konoha and turned into Jinchūriki.
It was too tragic.
“I just want the Flying Thunder God Technique—why is it so difficult?”
Naruto felt like crying without tears.
He still didn’t believe it.
Anyway, losing the Nine-Tails card wasn’t a big deal.
Keep simulating!
[Ding~ Host consumes a simulation opportunity and starts creating the character.]
[Character surnames drawn: Shan Shan, Nara… Uzumaki, Senju...]
“Isn’t it? Are the two S’s combined into one attribute again?”
Naruto shook his head slightly.
But when the final surname was drawn, his eyes lit up.
[Namikaze]
At that moment, Naruto was excited.
He had never been excited by a commoner’s last name before.
This was the first time.
“System, lock Namikaze!”
For the subsequent attributes, Naruto chose directly according to Minato’s template.
He would select whoever was closest to Namikaze Minato.
The time and place were exactly the same as when Minato was born.
“In addition, Namikaze is a rather rare surname.”
“It would be great if I could be reincarnated directly as Namikaze Minato.”
Naruto muttered to himself and lit another incense stick.
“Let’s start the simulation. You must be born as Namikaze Minato!”
[Start simulation!]
[You were born in Konoha Hospital, and your father named you... Namikaze Minato.]
Naruto was overjoyed. “It’s stable.”
Subsequently, Naruto began choosing the simulation path based on Minato’s life.
As expected:
He made many friends during his school days.
This included Uzumaki Kushina.
He also saved Kushina from the Cloud Shinobi.
After graduation, he became Jiraiya’s disciple and participated in the Great Ninja War.
He learned the Flying Thunder God Technique.
He encountered the Tailed Beast, and the Rasengan was developed based on the Tailed Beast Bomb.
On the night of the Nine-Tails attack, he sacrificed himself and split the Nine-Tails in two.
The Yang attribute was sealed in his son’s body, the Yin attribute in his own.
Later, he was brought back during the Fourth Ninja World War through Impure World Reincarnation,
becoming a major force in the ninja world against Uchiha Madara.
[You are dead…]
[Simulation ends.]
[Simulated Evaluation: Rising commoner. Although you were not born with a bloodline limit or into a wealthy family, you became the Fourth Hokage of Konoha through perseverance and hard work, becoming a hero-like figure—a rare strong person among civilians.]
[System rating: 7]
[Reward: Level 7 Physical Enhancement]
[Reward Selection Card: Namikaze]
The simulation ended.
Naruto asked the system in his mind, “System, if I choose Ninjutsu, will I learn the Flying Thunder God Technique?”
[Ding~ Flying Thunder God Technique is included in the Ninjutsu options.]
“Okay, I’ll choose Ninjutsu.”
[Ding~ Host successfully selected Ninjutsu: Rasengan, Tai Chi Rasengan, Flying Thunder God Technique, Flying Thunder God 2nd Stage, Spiral Flash Super Round Dance Roar 3rd Stage, Flying Thunder God Guide Mine, Flying Thunder God Mutual Spin Technique, Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique...]
“Tsk~”
“These names...”
Naruto complained as he absorbed the memories of the Ninjutsu into his mind.
He then looked at his attributes panel:
[Host: Uzumaki Naruto
Traits: Uzumaki, Senju bloodline, Ashura reincarnation, Nine-Tails Jinchūriki
Techniques: Sealing Techniques, Flying Thunder God Series, Rasengan Series, Big Spiral Yu...
Combat Power: 146,666 + 168,888
Backpack: 16.593 billion silver taels, Nine-Tails Rage ×4
Number of simulations: 4
Task: None]
Seeing combat power nearly equivalent to 2.5 Kurama, Naruto instantly became energized.
“System, issue combat effectiveness standards again.”
[Ding~ Quasi-shadow combat power: 8,000
Weak shadow: 12,000
Shadow: 20,000
Strong shadow: 50,000
Super shadow: 120,000
Six Paths: 500,000]
Current Naruto was completely at super-Kage level.
Plus, he had 2.5 Kurama in his body.
His fighting ability was slightly stronger than Kabuto in his prime,
but slightly inferior to Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama.
Although Naruto and Kurama’s combat power seemed to have increased by more than 300,000,
in reality, combat effectiveness could not be added directly.
The attribute panel only displayed Kurama’s combat power.
Two characters with 100,000 combat power couldn’t defeat one with 200,000.
It was like this:
If human combat power = 100, ant combat power = 0.1,
then 1,000 ants = 100 humans.
But you still couldn’t say 1,000 ants could kill a person—
because if humans attacked in twos and threes, the ants would suffer heavy losses.
After obtaining the Ninjutsu he wanted, Naruto ended the simulation.
He still had four simulation opportunities left,
but he intended to save them for later.
After all, Naruto’s current strength was more than sufficient.
At least he could roam the ninja world safely.
Naruto didn’t rest immediately. He left the hut and began moving around Konoha.
Don’t ask why.
This wasn’t like marking territory. Naruto simply wanted to leave the Flying Thunder God marks everywhere,
so it would be easier for him to travel or accomplish tasks.
This was something every user of the Flying Thunder God Technique did.
Because Naruto had learned the technique and was very sensitive to its marks,
he discovered two Flying Thunder God marks in Konoha:
It was a pity Naruto wasn’t Hokage yet, and there was no statue for him.
Otherwise, he could have left his mark for decades to come.
By the time he finished spreading the Flying Thunder God Technique marks all over Konoha and the surrounding area, it was already late at night.
Naruto returned to the hut to rest.
Tomorrow... it would be the day he left Konoha.
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What is this girl thinking?
Naruto had a headache. He patted Haruno Sakura on the shoulder and said, “Sakura, some things can’t be forced.”
“And we’re still too young right now. What kind of talk about love are we even having?”
“If you’re willing, maybe six years later, when you’re older, we can talk about it.”
Big in every sense of the word.
To be honest, Naruto had been haunted by Haruno Sakura for the past few years.
At first, Naruto wasn’t used to it.
But over time, he grew accustomed to Sakura’s presence.
Eventually, Naruto realized that Sakura wasn’t so bad after all.
He also completely discarded the prejudices he had about her from the original timeline.
After all, humans are inherently strange creatures—both Naruto and Sakura alike.
For Sakura: the less she could get, the more she cherished it.
For Naruto: the more someone came to him on their own, the less interested he was.
But... if one day Sakura suddenly turned her attention to someone else, Naruto’s heart would still feel a bit complicated.
“Really?” When Sakura heard that there was still hope, excitement flashed in her clear eyes. “Naruto, are you sure you’re not lying to me?”
Naruto raised his hand, ran his fingertips gently across her soft cheek, and brushed her hair.
He said seriously, “When have I ever lied to you?”
“Na... Naruto?” Sakura’s heartbeat quickened. A blush quickly spread across her face, and her whole body began heating up like a furnace.
“Uuuu~ Naruto!”
In the end, Sakura closed her eyes and fainted on the spot!
“Ah?” Naruto was stunned. “What’s going on?”
What the hell??
Sakura~ You’re Haruno Sakura! Why are you acting like Hinata now?!
Wait, wait, don’t look at me like that, people! I didn’t do anything—she just fainted on her own!
Naruto never expected that Sakura could suddenly act like Hinata.
Left with no choice, Naruto had to carry her back home himself.
When he explained the situation, Sakura’s parents looked at him with strange expressions—mixed with both curiosity and scrutiny.
After understanding what happened, Sakura’s parents enthusiastically invited Naruto to stay for dinner.
After all, as parents, they cared deeply about their daughter’s emotional life.
Now they discovered that the boy their daughter liked was actually the Fourth Hokage’s son—and that she had managed to win him over!
This was a wonderful thing.
Although Naruto had his own schedule, these two were his future father- and mother-in-law after all.
If he refused to stay the first time, that would have seemed impolite.
During the meal, Sakura finally woke up.
The four of them sat together for dinner—it looked like a warm, happy family.
After the meal, Naruto and Sakura helped with the dishes.
When they were done, Naruto said goodbye to Sakura.
“I’m heading out now,” Naruto said. “Don’t forget what I told you.”
Sakura nodded shyly. “I know, Naruto-kun…”
Watching Naruto’s back as he left, Sakura felt her heart fill with sweetness.
All these years of persistence had finally paid off.
And now, she could even brag to Ino!
It was already late when Naruto left Sakura’s house.
After all, it was his first time meeting her parents, and the four of them had chatted for quite a while.
Because of that, Naruto’s original schedule was delayed. He had to rest first and postpone his departure from the village.
As he was about to set off on a long journey, Naruto decided to use the simulator to acquire a travel skill—
The Flying Thunder God Technique.
Anyone familiar with the ninja world knew this technique well.
The Flying Thunder God Technique—aside from the Sharingan—was one of the coolest, most practical, and most powerful skills ever created.
It wasn’t just a show-off move; it was also an incredible combat enhancer—
a top-tier SSS-level space-time jutsu and an advanced form of the Body Flicker Technique.
But unfortunately, it was notoriously difficult to learn.
To master the Flying Thunder God Technique, one not only needed an affinity for space-time ninjutsu but also immense skill, control, and dedication.
Even learning it wasn’t enough—you had to wield it fluently in battle.
That’s why the few ninja capable of using the Flying Thunder God Technique were among the strongest in history.
Right now, Naruto still had 10 simulations left.
Without wasting time, he started one immediately after taking a shower.
“System, start simulation.”
[Ding~ Host consumes one simulation attempt. Creating character…]
After a while, the character creation process was complete.
Unfortunately, the simulated character’s talent was mediocre, and the chances of mastering the Flying Thunder God Technique were slim.
[Character Information:]
Surname: Shan Qing
Talent: Yamanaka Haiichi
Health: Daily level
IQ: Uchiha Sasuke
Personality: Uzumaki Kushina
Relationships: Momochi Zabuza
Appearance: Uzumaki Naruko
Hobby: Rock Lee
Specialty: Yakushi Kabuto
[System Evaluation:]
You are a civilian.
You have decent talent.
You are in good health.
You have average intelligence.
You have a bad temper.
You have almost no friends.
You look rather delicate, like someone using a Transformation Technique.
You like taijutsu.
Your specialty is “clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.”
These stats were mediocre at best, and Naruto wasn’t satisfied.
Maybe he forgot to burn incense…
He then chose the simulation’s time and location—
after the Nine-Tails Rebellion, in Konoha Village.
The simulation began.
Naruto’s simulated character grew up normally.
She was a girl—and quite pretty.
At first, many people pursued her, but because of her fiery temper, she lost most of her friends.
Though she had some skill in taijutsu, she was eventually killed during the Konoha Crush incident in the Chūnin Exams.
Her whole life was uneventful...
[You have died.]
[Simulation Ended.]
[Evaluation: The life of an ordinary ninja.]
[Rating: 2 stars.]
[Reward: Level 2 Physical Enhancement.]
[Reward Option Card: Shan Qing.]
Emmm…
Naruto felt his body strengthen, but he was still puzzled.
What use was this “option card”?
Combat experience? Useless.
His combat experience already came from a powerful simulated version of himself.
Physique? Bloodline? Ninjutsu? None of those would benefit much.
[Ding~ Host is experiencing selection difficulty. Card recycling function activated.]
[Card Recycling: Useless option cards can be recycled in exchange for equivalent-level physical enhancement.]
“Wow, the system’s this considerate?”
Naruto was surprised—it seemed there were still functions in the system he hadn’t uncovered yet.
“System, convert the card into physical enhancement.”
[Ding~ Host consumed ‘Shan Qing’ card and received Level 2 Physical Enhancement.]
Naruto exhaled as his body strengthened once again.
Before the next simulation, he found the remaining incense at home and lit it.
“Buddha bless, God bless, Ōtsutsuki bless…”
Done.
Naruto sat down on his bed.
“System, start the simulation.”
[Ding~ Host consumes one simulation attempt. Creating character…]
[Drawn surnames: Shan Shan, Nara… Uzumaki]
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"Oh, cool — this is really cool."
On the rooftop of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France, Deadpool, wearing a nano battlesuit, couldn’t help but want to dance. However, the nano suit restrained his movements, forcing him to maintain the appearance of Allens.
Below, Captain America, Steve Rogers, stared at him coldly.
"Oh no, this feeling… it’s heart-pounding. Mr. Captain America, the adopted son of God, seems to have taken quite a liking to me!"
Although he couldn’t move, Deadpool’s mouth never stopped.
At the Stark Building, Allens frowned slightly and tapped on the virtual projection panel before him. The nano battlesuit immediately silenced Deadpool’s annoying chatter.
At Notre Dame, Captain America also saw the figure of “Allens.” His expression hardened as he gripped the Vibranium shield in his hand.
Whoosh!
Behind Rogers hovered a Quinjet, suspended in midair.
Inside the Quinjet, Black Widow Natasha Romanoff and Hawkeye Clint Barton were ready — guns and bow aimed squarely at Allens.
Hawkeye locked onto his target and released an arrow.
A sharp hiss cut through the air.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate Psychokinesis Defense.”
Inside the Stark Tower, Allens sat lazily in his leather chair and gave a simple command.
“Yes, sir. Psychokinesis Defense module enabled.”
As J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice sounded, an invisible energy shield flared to life around Deadpool’s nano suit. The incoming arrow struck the barrier and ricocheted away harmlessly.
“Oh, that’s awesome! Allens’ Psychokinesis module! Come on, Captain America Rogers — get ready to die!”
Deadpool’s eyes gleamed with excitement as the nano suit took over, raising his right arm on its own. A blast of Psychokinesis erupted from his palm.
Boom!
The psychic force hit the Quinjet like a hammer, wrenching it violently through the air before slamming it down toward Rogers.
Boom!
Captain America braced himself, lifting his Vibranium shield just in time. The Quinjet crashed down onto it with a massive shockwave that sent nearby buildings crumbling.
Though the shield absorbed much of the kinetic force, the residual blast struck Rogers directly, hurling him backward and smashing him through the cathedral’s stone walls.
“Ugh…”
Coughing up blood, Rogers pushed himself to his feet, ribs aching. “You really are Allens. After increasing your intelligence a thousandfold, your Psychokinesis is just as terrifying.”
If not for his superhuman constitution, that blow would’ve crushed him completely.
He took a deep breath and muttered, “Phew… now’s not the time to rest.”
Rogers reached for the pendant around his neck — a keepsake given to him by Peggy Carter, one he had never removed, even during the Endgame.
Opening it gently, he gazed at Peggy’s photograph. Opposite the photo lay a small ring — simple and old-fashioned.
Click.
He took out the ring, and it instantly expanded, sliding onto his right index finger.
Crackle…
Rogers drew a circle with his finger, and a ring of golden sparks formed in midair — a glowing portal appeared, revealing a familiar figure within.
“WTF?! That’s Kamar-Taj’s portal magic!”
Inside the nano suit, Deadpool yelled in disbelief as the golden circle shimmered. Through it, Rogers could be seen channeling mystic energy.
Crackle… crackle…
Rogers spun his left hand, conjuring another magic circle. A crimson whip of Eldritch energy lashed out, wrapping tightly around Deadpool’s wrist.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
More red magical whips appeared from the portal, surging like a tide and binding Deadpool completely in midair.
Boom!
With a push of his right hand, Rogers yanked Deadpool through the portal, pulling him face-to-face. Rogers’ eyes gleamed.
“The Holy Sword of Vishanti!”
He shouted, summoning a radiant golden sword that blazed with divine light. Holy energy surged from it as he drove the blade straight into Deadpool’s chest.
Slash!
Even the nano suit’s advanced defenses couldn’t withstand Rogers’ Kamar-Taj magic. The blade pierced clean through Deadpool’s heart.
Blood trickled from the corner of Rogers’ mouth as he pulled out the sword.
This plan — every part of it — had been crafted by Rogers and the future Tony Stark.
After returning to the past, Rogers had sought out the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, and learned her magic.
And as expected, Rogers possessed the talent to wield mystic arts. He mastered attack spells and defensive barriers — everything except time magic.
“Wow, what a surprise! This MCU universe is just full of them!”
Even with his heart pierced, Deadpool was still alive and kicking. No magic — not even a nuclear blast — could truly kill him.
“Captain America Rogers… is this your power? If so, I’m disappointed.”
Allens’ voice came cold and mechanical through the nano suit’s internal speaker. While Rogers waited for Allens to die, the psychic energy suddenly surged again, blasting Rogers backward.
“What?! His heart was pierced — how is he still standing?”
Rogers frowned, disbelief flashing across his face.
According to Tony Stark’s information from the future, once he mastered magic, killing Allens should have been easy.
After all, in the original timeline with the six Infinity Stones, Brain Allens had no defense against sorcery.
But something had gone wrong.
The Holy Sword of Vishanti could destroy a soul — yet Deadpool’s was… different.
Deadpool’s soul was unique — so strange that even magic couldn’t erase his spirit or consciousness.
Boom!
A wave of terrifying Psychokinesis burst from the nano battlesuit, hurling Rogers across the cathedral. Without his magic sustaining it, the glowing portal behind him flickered — and vanished.
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In 2023, the final battle in the future had just ended. Iron Man, Tony Stark, had snapped his fingers — and his consciousness entered a strange space.
In that space filled with endless water, Tony Stark saw everything.
And there, within that strange space, Tony saw his grown-up daughter… and Captain America, Steve Rogers, who had returned to the past.
The power of the six Infinity Stones allowed Tony to glimpse fragments of the past — events that were now influencing the future.
A man named Allens, “The Brain,” was rising at a terrifying pace. Tony Stark even saw something that made his heart tremble — Sentinels — machines that would one day push the Avengers to the brink of extinction.
In that mysterious space, Tony Stark used his last remaining consciousness to speak with Rogers from the past, urging him to prevent the birth of the super-intelligent Allens.
Even in his final moments, Tony’s genius mind was still working. Using the power of the Infinity Stones, he laid out a series of countermeasures and explained them all in detail to Rogers.
Then the space began to collapse. Tony Stark’s spirit returned to his body.
Looking over the devastated ruins of New York, he closed his eyes forever.
After Tony Stark’s death, while the Avengers of the future mourned deeply, Captain Rogers stepped into the quantum tunnel, carrying the Infinity Gauntlet back to the year 1943.
Once Rogers disappeared, Doctor Strange peered into the timeline — and discovered that the super-powered Allens was disrupting history itself.
Using the terrifying Chaos Magic power within Scarlet Witch Wanda, Strange temporarily forced Allens back into the main timeline.
“Hey, Doctor Strange, can you still peek into the timeline?”
Hulk — or rather, Dr. Bruce Banner — looked down at his own trembling arm, now covered in fine, glowing cracks, like a fragile vase ready to shatter.
A sudden pang of fear hit him. Ever since he had used the Infinity Gauntlet, the gamma radiation inside his body had become unstable. He could feel something stirring, struggling to break free.
“Dr. Banner? What’s wrong?”
Doctor Strange glanced at him, his expression weary. Since Banner had merged with the Hulk, Strange had rarely seen that look of genuine fear on his face.
“I just… have a bad feeling. Allens isn’t someone who goes down that easily,” Banner muttered, his brows furrowing. Deep inside, he could sense another consciousness — one that he thought was gone — slowly awakening.
“I don’t have the Time Stone anymore,” Strange said, shaking his head. “Without it, I can’t freely enter the timeline or reverse time.”
He had once killed Allens in Wakanda using the combined powers of magic and science. But even now, back in New York, Strange couldn’t travel through time anymore.
While the Avengers of the future were still lost in confusion, the Rogers who had traveled back to World War II followed Tony Stark’s advice. He secretly contacted his younger self — the Captain America of that era — and at the last moment switched places with him.
The Rogers from the future took the fighter jet destined to crash into the Antarctic, freezing himself until 2008, just as history had recorded.
It was all part of Tony Stark’s plan.
Now, in the present timeline, an elderly Captain America still lived, while his younger counterpart — the one who had just awakened — was ready to act.
There were now two Captain Americas in this world.
The one from the past — young and strong.
And the one from the future — old and wise.
According to Tony’s plan, once the frozen body was recovered, Rogers would use S.H.I.E.L.D.’s power to track down and eliminate Allens before disaster could strike.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters — the Triskelion — Nick Fury personally visited Peggy Carter’s old residence and retrieved the classified file codenamed 087.
After confirming Rogers’ future identity, Fury began to believe his story — and agreed to fully cooperate.
“Director Fury, bring up the file on Professor Samuel Sterns,” Rogers ordered.
If Allens was to be stopped, he needed to prevent him from acquiring the intelligence of Professor Sterns — the brilliant mind once known for his gamma research.
But when the S.H.I.E.L.D. system reported that Samuel Sterns was already dead, Rogers’ expression darkened.
As someone from the future, Rogers knew just how terrifying Sterns’ intellect was — his mind operated a thousand times faster than a normal human’s, like a living quantum computer.
“If Sterns is already dead,” Rogers said grimly, “then we start with Allens himself.”
He clenched his right fist, determination burning in his eyes. Even if Allens had absorbed part of Sterns’ intellect, he was still weakened — and could be dealt with if they struck first.
Now, without his enhanced abilities, Allens only retained his telekinesis. If Rogers could catch him off guard, even a single missile could end him.
Suddenly, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s monitoring system blared an alarm.
A live feed popped up on the main screen — showing Allens in a suit, raising his hands as terrified citizens fell to their knees all around him.
“Damn it,” Rogers cursed. “Don’t tell me he’s already developed mind control!”
Without waiting for orders, Rogers raised his right hand — his Vibranium shield flew to him instantly.
He turned sharply toward Hawkeye and Natasha. “We’re moving out!”
Moments later, a Quinjet cloaked in invisibility streaked through the clouds.
On its control panel, the destination was clearly marked: Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris.
At the same time, in the heart of Paris, terrified civilians knelt in submission as Allens — clad in a black suit — stood atop the cathedral, arms spread wide, radiating godlike authority.
“Submit to me,” Allens declared coldly, his voice echoing like thunder, “and you will be spared.”
A wave of psychic power rippled outward, crushing the will of everyone around him.
“F***, this trip just keeps getting worse… but damn, Boss Allens’ nano-suit is so cool!”
On the roof of Notre Dame, Deadpool — wrapped in Allens’ experimental nano-suit — was practically in tears. The suit had reshaped his entire appearance, making him look and sound exactly like Allens himself.
What made things worse was that the suit’s internal voice system completely blocked his real voice.
“Oh wait… am I the real Allens now?” Deadpool shouted in delight. “Awesome! Call me Brain Allens!”
Typical Deadpool — even when trapped in chaos, he couldn’t help but enjoy the madness.
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2025-10-24 11:15:37 +0000 UTC
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He knew this was reality — every successful person would face such a situation sooner or later.
Right now, whenever people mentioned the most promising new star in the Dortmund squad, the first name that came to mind was Su Luo.
The audience in the square gave him thumbs up in admiration, paying tribute to his performance.
Even those who had only seen Su Luo briefly on the big screen were full of respect for him.
However, those faintly mocking expressions in the crowd struck Su Luo’s heart like a heavy blow, making him hesitant and momentarily detached from the noisy scene.
He smiled, but the slight stiffness in his expression did not escape Robert’s sharp eyes.
Robert gently patted Su Luo’s shoulder and said with a grin, “We’re just here to feel this city’s love for football. Don’t let trivial things like that get to you.”
Su Luo nodded and forced a calm, confident smile.
Still, he didn’t feel entirely at ease showing his true emotions in front of a crowd. Soon after, Hagen noticed Su Luo’s expression soften slightly, as if the earlier uneasiness had finally lifted.
He realized that his teammate had regained his confidence, supported by both him and Robert.
Hagen felt a surge of pride and excitement. To be playing alongside two such outstanding players filled him with motivation.
The three gathered together, quickly shifting their focus to discussing tactical details.
Su Luo pointed to the ongoing match replay on the giant screen, explaining the decisions and teamwork behind several key plays.
Robert also contributed valuable insights, while Hagen quietly listened, absorbing everything like a student learning from two masters.
He hoped to cooperate even better with them on the pitch and become another vital pillar of the team.
During their discussion, Hagen and Su Luo often exchanged glances, understanding each other instantly — that kind of silent chemistry every great team needs.
Now, this growing bond within the Dortmund squad made Hagen feel deeply satisfied.
“We’re a truly united team now,” he thought with pride. He knew that only a cohesive and well-coordinated team could triumph in the fierce world of professional football.
When match day arrived, Dortmund was ready to go.
One by one, the players boarded the team bus, full of energy and determination.
Su Luo sat down with a smile, with Robert and Hagen taking the seats beside him. Together, they reviewed tactics and prepared mentally for the game ahead.
At that moment, Hagen couldn’t help but exclaim, “Su Luo, you’re incredible! You’re not only the team’s core and leader, but you also have the ability to completely change the course of a match.”
Su Luo smiled modestly and replied, “Thanks for the compliment, Hagen. But remember — football is a team sport. Only when everyone plays to their strengths can we reach our full potential. There’s nothing I can accomplish alone.”
Robert nodded and added, “Exactly! Our teamwork has always been our greatest strength. Hagen, I’m really lucky to have a talented teammate like you here at Dortmund.”
A warm smile spread across Hagen’s face. He could feel the sincerity and trust among his teammates.
He understood then — only a united and determined team could create miracles on the pitch.
After the team bus stopped, Su Luo, Robert, and Hagen headed to Dortmund’s central square — a place that had become their traditional celebration spot after every victory.
The crowd had already gathered, the air filled with excitement and passion.
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Accompanied by cheers and applause, Su Luo and his teammates finally managed to squeeze through the crowd of fans and return to the Dortmund training base.
They found a quiet corner and sat down to rest.
“Su Luo, there’s something we’d like to ask you,” Robert said.
Su Luo looked up at Robert and Hagen, smiled, and nodded. “What is it?”
Robert hesitated for a moment before speaking. “It’s about your childhood… and your football background.”
Hagen added, “We’re really curious—and honestly, impressed. You’ve become the core of this team and shown incredible talent. We’d love to hear about your past.”
Su Luo fell silent for a moment, then sighed. “Actually, my childhood wasn’t very pleasant.”
Robert and Hagen exchanged glances, their curiosity deepening.
“I come from a poor and remote village in southern Guangdong,” Su Luo began. He took a sip of water before continuing. “The living conditions there were rough. We didn’t even have electricity at home. But even back then, I fell in love with football.”
He paused, his expression softening as he recalled those distant days — a small village surrounded by rice fields and rusted rooftops, the backdrop of his warm yet lonely childhood.
“Since there was no TV,” Su Luo continued, “I used to go to the only basketball court in the village to watch other kids play football.”
Robert and Hagen listened intently.
“I always hid on the sidelines, just staring at them, wishing I could join,” Su Luo said, his eyes glimmering with emotion. “One day, a ball accidentally rolled to my feet. I picked it up… and at that moment, it felt like my whole world lit up.”
“From that day on, I started practicing football on my own. Every morning, I’d wake up early and run on the wet ground to train my speed and endurance. On rainy days, even when my clothes were soaked through, I never felt cold — I just wanted to play.”
He took another deep breath. “Over time, I realized that I might actually have a bit of talent for football.”
Robert asked in surprise, “Then how did you develop such amazing skills?”
Su Luo smiled, a trace of pride flickering in his eyes. “When I was a kid, I didn’t have any fancy equipment. Everything came from hard work and determination. I built goals out of wood, used old, worn-out footballs, and practiced every day — shooting, dribbling, passing — over and over again.”
“I watched match recordings whenever I could find them and studied the techniques of professional players,” he added. “There weren’t any good coaches in my village back then. But maybe that was what made every bit of progress so meaningful. Every small improvement brought me one step closer to my dream.”
Robert and Hagen listened in silence, admiration written all over their faces.
Later, Su Luo and Robert left the training base and walked toward the central square of Dortmund.
The square was bustling — filled with people, lined with vendor stalls, and alive with energy. Hundreds of fans had gathered around a massive outdoor screen playing highlights of the match.
Su Luo didn’t realize that he had once again become the center of attention.
As he walked, he admired the vibrant city atmosphere — until a sudden burst of applause broke out.
He looked up. Many people were pointing in his direction, whispering among themselves.
Su Luo felt a strange flutter in his chest — a mix of pride, unease, and uncertainty.
As the team’s leader and star player, he was used to the cheers and the spotlight.
But this time… the looks in their eyes carried something different — a hint of mockery or schadenfreude.
Robert stood silently beside him, not showing any sign of discomfort, quietly observing everything that unfolded.
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2025-10-24 11:08:50 +0000 UTC
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After Temari figured it out, she couldn't help but complain: "You two have such a good relationship."
Can communicate with tailed beasts like friends.
I have never heard of such a thing.
Naruto said that this was all trivial, as long as he sincerely made friends with the tailed beast…
…
The Chūnin Exam is over.
Everyone's life is back on track.
The other ninjas from the villages left Konoha.
But Temari stayed for now.
Naruto's seventh class hadn't been on a mission for a long time.
Naruto ignored Sarutobi Hiruzen's request.
He wanted to find someone in Konoha.
Just like that, a few days passed.
Naruto finally led Team 7 to find an old man with white hair outside a certain bathhouse.
Sasuke looked at Jiraiya with disgust and asked Naruto: "Naruto, is this the person you said? Is it suitable for him to be my master?"
This is too... dirty!
"Who is it?" Jiraiya realized that he had been discovered and immediately stepped away from the women's bathhouse.
He saw Naruto's Team 7 and became immediately interested.
Jiraiya bit his finger on the spot, summoned a toad, and then danced around, saying: "This is... the Toad Sage of Mount Myōboku! One of the legendary Sannin... Jiraiya! Yes!"
Sasuke's expression became even stiffer. "Naruto, I refuse."
Naruto patted Sasuke on the shoulder. "Zhu, you can't judge a book by its cover. This old pervert is very strong."
Sasuke frowned and stared at Jiraiya suspiciously. "How strong is he?"
"How strong is it?" Seeing that these brats ignored him, Jiraiya directly interjected: "I am one of the legendary Sannin!"
But…
Sasuke and Haruno Sakura’s expressions remained calm.
Jiraiya: "?"
Are the psychological qualities of today’s children really so high?
Naruto reminded Sasuke: "One of the Sannin is a guy with the same name as Orochimaru."
Sasuke complained, "Oh, that’s it."
Haruno Sakura: "It feels okay, not so weak."
Jiraiya: "???"
Naruto saw Jiraiya's shocked expression and walked over.
He pointed at Sasuke and said to Jiraiya: "Master Jiraiya, he is the son of the prophecy you are looking for! His name is Uchiha Pillar... Bah! Sorry, I’m used to it, his name is Uchiha Sasuke."
"Child of prophecy?" When Jiraiya heard this, his expression suddenly became serious, and he looked Sasuke up and down.
Then Jiraiya shook his head slightly. "Unlikely."
The Toad Sage said that the Children of Prophecy are special.
Jiraiya didn’t see anything special about Sasuke.
And!
"You little brat, why do you know about the Son of Prophecy?" Jiraiya stared at Naruto, trying to put pressure on him so that Naruto would tell the truth.
But under Jiraiya's pressure, Naruto's expression remained calm. "Jiraiya-sama, don’t underestimate Zhuzi. He is an orphan of the Uchiha clan. He has a Sharingan and is a genius."
"Having a blood feud, a mission to live, and being emotionally unstable—isn't this special?"
After listening to Naruto's story, Jiraiya looked at Sasuke again. "I still think he is a bit mediocre."
"Mediocre?" Sasuke became displeased. "You old man, do you want to see Uchiha’s power?"
Jiraiya burst out laughing. "I want to see it!"
So Jiraiya and Sasuke started fighting in the street.
The results were obvious.
Sasuke’s genjutsu was useless against Jiraiya, who easily controlled Sasuke.
But Sasuke was still unconvinced and stared at Jiraiya with stubborn eyes. "Even if you can defeat me now, you will definitely not be able to defeat me in the future, and you will definitely not be able to defeat Naruto now!"
"Naruto?" Jiraiya let go of Sasuke and turned his attention to Naruto.
Um…
This guy feels quite special.
Kind of like a Child of Prophecy.
Naruto spread his hands helplessly. "Okay, why do you think Zhuzi is not the Child of Prophecy?"
Jiraiya said, "There’s something missing from him."
"I know." Naruto said casually, walking towards Sasuke.
Naruto pressed his hand on his abdomen and pulled out a ball of red Chakra from his body.
This ball of red Chakra condensed in mid-air and finally took the shape of a fox.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Naruto pinched the back of Destiny’s neck as the Nine-Tails raised its four paws and shouted, "You brat, what are you going to do? I don’t have Chakra for you anymore!"
Naruto didn’t reply and directly used Eight Trigrams Seal to seal the little Nine-Tails in Sasuke’s body.
Sasuke was in pain and half-kneeling on the ground, looking at his abdomen with a ferocious expression.
There was already an additional sealing technique, and there was a burning sensation in his abdomen.
After sealing the little Nine-Tails in Sasuke’s body, Naruto looked at Jiraiya and spread his hands, pointing at Sasuke.
Jiraiya took a deep breath.
This scene was a bit too weird for Jiraiya.
A little devil.
He was actually able to pull the tailed beast out of his body with his bare hands.
Then conveniently seal it in someone else’s body.
And the movements were smooth, without any difficulty at all.
This Naruto must be the Child of Prophecy!
Jiraiya said to Naruto with a serious expression, "Uzumaki Naruto, are you willing to become my disciple?"
Naruto immediately responded, "I don’t want to, because Zhuzi is the disciple you want to accept."
Jiraiya frowned. "Really?"
Naruto nodded seriously. "Yes, Master Jiraiya. Please give this guy serious guidance, because he will have the power to change the entire ninja world in the future!"
"You little brat? What do you know?" Jiraiya raised his big hand and grabbed Naruto.
But Naruto easily dodged it.
"Kid! Don’t go!" Jiraiya chased Naruto.
But Naruto grabbed Haruno Sakura and actually took off on the spot, disappearing into the sky!
Jiraiya was shocked beyond words.
He was silent for a while and finally turned his gaze to Sasuke, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
…
The other side.
Naruto and Haruno Sakura stayed away from Jiraiya.
"Little Sakura, come to me after you become a disciple and learn the Seal of the Hundred Heroes."
"By then, you will be able to suppress the small Nine-Tails."
Naruto ordered Haruno Sakura.
Haruno Sakura kept nodding, feeling a little nervous at the same time.
She asked Naruto, "Naruto, are you leaving?"
"Yeah." Naruto didn’t hide anything. "I’ll leave tonight."
Haruno Sakura pursed her lips, grabbed Naruto’s arm with both hands, and refused to let go.
For so long, Haruno Sakura had been rejected by Naruto countless times.
Haruno Sakura was unwilling to give up and, about to break, made a bold decision.
"Naruto, can you grant me a request before you leave?" Haruno Sakura said sadly.
Naruto knew Haruno Sakura’s character well, so he said cautiously, "It depends on what your request is."
Haruno Sakura was very nervous, but she still pretended to be calm. "I want you to kiss me."
Naruto chuckled. "No."
Haruno Sakura suddenly cheered with a smile. "Okay! Naruto doesn’t dare to kiss me, which means Naruto still likes me."
Naruto: "?"
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Temari's eyes suddenly darted and she asked Naruto, "Did you hear about that?"
"Yeah." Naruto nodded immediately. "I just heard about it."
Temari stared at Naruto seriously. "Then what do you think?"
Naruto was silent for a moment and then said, "I have a fiancée."
"What?!" Temari became excited. "Then why would that guy make such a decision?"
Naruto complained, "It's all politicians' tricks. Do they care whether we are willing or not?"
Although there was a little resistance in his heart, Temari still agreed wholeheartedly with this sentence. "This is true. I didn't ask anyone's opinion at all, which is very annoying."
Although Naruto is very handsome and fits Temari's aesthetic perfectly, Temari is not like Haruno Sakura or Xiang Phosphorus, who regard appearance and feelings as the most important things in life.
For Temari, apart from looks, she still prefers a more stable personality, because that kind of personality increases a ninja's chances of survival. It avoids unnecessary pain to the greatest extent.
Seeing Temari deep in thought, Naruto asked her, "Then what do you think?"
Temari sighed softly. "I don't know. This is my father's decision and it has been finalized. It is almost impossible to change it."
Naruto nodded. "Well, I understand. If I have the chance, I will tell the Third Hokage about it."
"What?" Temari was slightly startled. "Wait a minute, don't be so impulsive!"
Naruto looked at Temari in confusion. "Huh? Is this called impulsive?"
Temari's voice became louder, as if to convince herself. "Of course! As a ninja, being willing to contradict the Kage's decision at every turn—isn’t this impulsive?"
Perhaps the difference in perspective between the two resulted in this ideological gap.
Temari cast her gaze to the ground, a trace of redness appearing on her cheeks, and said with some trepidation, "I think... we... can give it a try?"
Naruto raised his hand and touched his chin, staring at her with interest. "Aren't you quite a tomboy? Why do you have this side?"
"Wha... what?" Temari suddenly felt offended. "Even a tomboy would be a little shy at a time like this!"
"You really don't know how to make girls happy."
Regarding Temari's statement, Naruto agreed. "You are right, because girls usually coax me."
Temari: "?"
…
The first meeting between two people who had never gotten along before was somewhat awkward. This gave Naruto the feeling of being arranged to go on a blind date in his previous life.
Finally, the two of them entered Ichiraku Ramen together.
After Acorus served the ramen, he pinched Naruto's cheek and said, "Has Naruto changed his girlfriend again?"
Naruto: "??"
Temari: "??"
Naruto's brows jumped. "Sister Calamus, don't slander me!"
Acorus covered his mouth and snickered. "Oh right~ I forgot, little Naruto, you have a fiancée, and those girls following you are just your fans."
"It's a pity I have work and can't get away..."
After saying that, Acorus turned and left.
Temari looked shocked. "Wait? What did you say? What do you mean?"
Naruto calmly said to Temari, "Calm down. Although it is a bit boastful, I am very popular among girls in Konoha."
Temari gritted her silver teeth. "I saw it the first time I saw you!"
The meal was not pleasant, because there was always someone saying hello to Naruto, and Naruto was too tired to cope.
Coming out of Ichiraku Ramen, Temari saw Naruto frowning slightly and asked him, "How are you doing? Do you want to come to our Sand Village?"
Naruto looked at Temari in surprise. "What?"
Temari smiled. "You heard me right. I am inviting you to visit Sunagakure, or stay for a few days."
"Don't you really hate this kind of life being disturbed by others?"
If they could get Naruto to Sunagakure, they could then find a way to keep him there. By then, Naruto and his fiancée would not be able to meet each other. Naruto's admirers would be too far away to bother him.
After spending half a day together, Temari also realized that Naruto was not impulsive. Because Naruto doesn't get angry over trivial things and is always kind to others. And the way he behaves gives Temari a sense of maturity. Isn’t this stability?
Plus, there's another handsome blond guy.
If only Naruto could be invited to Sunagakure and stay. Not only would it fulfill Rasa's wish, but it would also help the village share its concerns. And he could still belong to Temari alone. Isn’t it beautiful?
Naruto thought for a moment and nodded to Temari. "Okay!"
Temari immediately became excited upon hearing this. "Okay! Let's set off now."
"No rush." Naruto shook his head. "I still have some things to deal with in Konoha."
This is true. Don't look at it, Naruto doesn't have many friends in Konoha, but the situation of these friends is more special. So Naruto still needs to deal with it.
Temari hummed and asked Naruto in a low voice, "It's so dark, can you take me back to the hotel first?"
Naruto: "Of course."
…
Konoha Village, outside the hotel responsible for housing Sunagakure. Two figures stood there.
Temari asked Naruto, "Naruto, tell the truth, how many girlfriends do you have in Konoha?"
Naruto said seriously, "There is really only one."
Temari felt relieved after hearing this.
But at this critical moment, Kurama suddenly said, "He is lying! According to my observation, this boy has at least seven or eight girlfriends!"
Temari was slightly startled by this sudden voice. Then she realized that this might be the tailed beast inside Naruto talking!
Naruto's face trembled slightly, and he immediately retorted to Kurama, "Stinky fox, don't slander me!"
Kurama snorted coldly. "Then let's count them, shall we?"
"That fiancée of yours is considered one!"
"That pink-haired teammate who keeps clinging to you counts as one, right?"
"That's three of your pink-haired teammate's blond friends, right?"
"That red-haired brat you heroically saved, four of them!"
"That little rich woman you went to take pictures for a little money, five of them!"
"That daughter of the Ichiraku Ramen owner, six!"
"The one who said not long ago that his daughter is very charming, seven!"
"There are others. I won't count them for you. Count them. Are they exactly seven?"
Temari was confused when she heard Kurama's words.
Naruto said to Kurama with a black line on his face, "Xiaojiu, don't cause trouble, I'll tell you! Do those people count? I have never had any wrong thoughts!"
Kurama smiled evilly. "Hehehe~ The main reason is that I haven't seen your expression of breaking through the defense yet."
Naruto: "..."
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In the S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house, Captain America Steve Rogers lay on the bed, monitoring equipment strapped to his body. Various vital signs on the monitors were still stabilizing.
“Amazing resilience… is this what it means to surpass the limits of the human body?”
Sitting nearby, Natasha Romanoff, dressed in a nurse’s uniform, looked on with a hint of surprise. She had clearly seen Captain America’s fingers twitch a few times — a sign that he was about to awaken.
And just as Natasha expected, Captain America slowly opened his eyes after a few minutes, though his gaze was not yet focused.
“Corporal Rogers, are you awake?”
Natasha quickly approached him, still using his World War II-era title. Although Rogers had been promoted during the war, the military had continued to address him formally as Rogers.
“What time is it? How long have I been asleep?”
After a brief moment of confusion, Rogers turned and sat up, his eyes piercing as he looked at Natasha.
“Corporal Rogers, you need to rest. Because of your efforts… we won.”
Natasha’s tone carried both excitement and information, following the approach she would have used in World War II to stabilize Rogers’ emotions.
“Did WWII really… win?”
A hint of excitement crept into Rogers’ expression, causing Natasha to smile slightly — her plan had worked.
“Yes, Corporal Rogers. What you need to do now…”
Natasha was preparing to explain further, but Rogers stood and walked in front of her, looking down with a commanding presence.
“Natasha Romanoff… nice to meet you.”
Rogers’ words left Natasha momentarily stunned. Many people knew her name, but to be addressed personally by Rogers — just thawed from the ice — was overwhelming, even for an elite agent.
“The current year… it is 2008.”
Rogers continued, his face calm, while Natasha hesitated, unsure how to respond.
“Sir, we are in a delicate situation.”
Natasha recovered quickly, pressing her hand to her earpiece and reporting the situation with urgency.
“Relax, Natasha. I want to ask — is Tony Stark currently Iron Man?”
Rogers patted her shoulder and donned his Captain America uniform. Although his shield was not immediately in hand, he knew it must be in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s possession.
“You are Captain Rogers?”
Natasha’s expression hardened. Her muscles tensed, and she seemed ready to fight if Rogers’ intentions were unclear.
“I know you have many questions. I will explain, but only to Hawkeye, Phil Coulson, and Nick Fury.”
Rogers’ eyes darkened. His tone was serious — not for discussion, but in anticipation of Nick Fury’s arrival.
Shortly after, Fury arrived, having been notified by Natasha. He entered the safe house expressionless, followed by Phil Coulson and Agent Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye.
“Captain America Steve Rogers, you may speak now.”
Fury’s eyes gleamed with intensity as he sealed the safe house completely. Metal plates covered every exit, blocking any signals from leaving.
“I am from 2023.”
Rogers revealed his situation in one calm sentence. The S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel present visibly reacted, their pupils constricting.
“Impossible. Historical records show you led the Howling Commandos to wipe out the notorious HYDRA, dying alongside Red Skull himself…”
Fury recounted Steve Rogers’ history. Clearly, he viewed Rogers as a confused man, recently thawed from decades of cryostasis.
“The World War II I mentioned is what I experienced personally. Everything changed during my final battle… when the fighter plane went out of control and crashed into the South Pole.”
Rogers’ expression darkened with memory.
When he returned to the past with six Infinity Gems, Rogers had received a message from the future:
“The rise of Brain Allens. In 2012, he killed all the Avengers.”
Rogers explained that the future Iron Man had deliberately allowed him to replace the original Captain America before falling into a deep sleep.
Thus, the future Captain America had taken his place in the past, boarding the fighter jet destined to crash in Antarctica, while the original Rogers grew old with Carter Paige and had children.
“Your words alone cannot prove the truth.”
As S.H.I.E.L.D.’s director, Fury remained skeptical. Even now, he believed Rogers’ mind had been affected by decades of cryostasis.
“Nick Fury… it’s time to open S.H.I.E.L.D. Top Secret file 087.”
Rogers’ gaze was intense. Time was critical. Brain Allens was terrifying — his intelligence allowed him to create a quantum machine capable of traveling to the future.
But what truly alarmed Rogers was the Sentinel — a machine from the future, sent by Tony Stark, capable of slaughtering any hero or supervillain.
“087? What is this? Does S.H.I.E.L.D. really have such a file?”
Phil Coulson frowned in doubt, glancing at Fury. No S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, including Natasha, had ever heard of File 087.
“This is a classified archive only the Director can access: File 087. Despite its name, it is not a written archive, but a video — stored…”
“Alongside Carter Paige.”
Fury remained expressionless, though familiar with the location of File 087. Neither he nor former Director Pierce had permission to view it — it had always been stored with Carter Paige.
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In Antarctica, a massive icebreaker sailed across the frozen sea. A bearded captain had originally come to Antarctica for scientific research, but he hadn’t expected the icebreaker to drift off course due to the crew’s misoperation.
“F***, this damn Arctic environment! And that damn stupid crew — I swear, I’ll fire him sooner or later!”
Captain Savanov’s face darkened. He took a deep drag from his cigar and cursed under his breath.
Boom.
Before Savanov could finish his rant, the icebreaker suddenly shook violently. Looking out, he realized they had collided with a small iceberg.
“F***! What the hell happened? You idiots, you’ve grounded my icebreaker!”
Fuming, Savanov stormed into the cockpit, glaring at the stunned crew members.
“C-Captain... we seem to have found something extraordinary.”
The crewman’s eyes were wide with disbelief. Following his gaze, Savanov froze.
“WTF...? Is that... Captain America?”
Savanov’s cigar dropped to the floor. In front of him, encased in ice, was a man wearing Captain America’s uniform — and in his right hand was a shield painted with a five-pointed star.
“Quick! Call 911 — we’re about to get rich!”
Savanov was the first to react. He grabbed the satellite phone and started calling for help while the others hurried to take pictures of the frozen figure.
Triskelion Building, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Director Nick Fury received a distress call. The caller claimed to have discovered the real Captain America.
That immediately caught Fury’s attention. He ordered Phil Coulson to prepare a Quinjet. This time, Fury planned to head to Antarctica himself.
Captain America — his file was marked Level 10 clearance. Fury knew exactly what that meant. Although New York already had Iron Man, Fury had little interest in Tony Stark’s attitude. What he needed was a leader — someone who could help him build the Avengers Initiative.
S.H.I.E.L.D. moved quickly. And as soon as the Quinjet took off, J.A.R.V.I.S., the AI assistant, had already detected their movements.
“Sir, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury is en route to the South Pole.”
In Allens’ private villa, J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed through the room, making Allens smile faintly. Moments ago, his “Rise of Heroes” system — dormant for so long — had suddenly chimed.
Ding! Captain America is about to awaken. You have successfully evaded Captain America’s pursuit once and earned a random draw.
The notification made Allens’ eyes narrow thoughtfully. It confirmed that Captain America’s return wasn’t going to be simple.
But that only excited him more. After all, 2008 had been far too peaceful — and Captain America’s awakening promised some much-needed excitement.
“Hey, Mr. Brain Allens, what’s got you smiling like that?”
While Allens was deep in thought, Deadpool appeared out of nowhere in his red tights, chattering nonstop.
“Interesting, Deadpool. I have a mission for you.”
A sly grin spread across Allens’ face. He raised his right hand, and the nanomaterial suit beside him automatically unfolded and wrapped itself around Deadpool.
Antarctica
The Quinjet hovered above the frozen wasteland. Nick Fury led his S.H.I.E.L.D. agents down, his expression serious as he stared at the man encased in ice.
“Incredible... it really is Captain America.”
Even the usually stoic Fury couldn’t hide the excitement on his face. He knew exactly what kind of man was trapped within that ice.
“Phil Coulson, secure the area and transport Captain America safely to our safe house for defrosting.”
Fury quickly regained his composure, turning to give orders to Coulson.
“Yes, sir! Captain America... sir, is this really him?”
Unlike Fury, Coulson was overwhelmed with excitement. He’d grown up idolizing Captain America — and now, to see him in person felt unreal.
“Agent Phil Coulson, carry out your orders.”
Seeing Coulson’s uncharacteristic excitement, Fury’s tone hardened in warning.
“Yes, sir!”
Realizing he had lost his composure, Coulson quickly composed himself and led the agents to carefully cut through the ice surrounding Captain America before loading him onto the Quinjet.
The entire operation took only an hour. S.H.I.E.L.D. came and went swiftly. Soon after, the defrosting team and scientific equipment were set up in a secure facility.
Nick Fury placed great importance on this mission.
Once they returned to a safe house in New York, the thawing process began immediately.
To ease Captain America’s potential psychological shock upon awakening, Fury had an entire retro-style room prepared beside the thawing chamber — complete with World War II–era furniture and décor.
The thawing team worked tirelessly for a full day and night. Finally, they managed to revive Captain America without damaging his cellular structure.
After injecting a cardiac stimulant, his vital signs began to return. A faint smile appeared on Fury’s face. He ordered Captain America to be moved into the 057 retro recovery room.
“Boss, so this is Captain America? Damn, those muscles are perfect.”
Behind Fury, Natasha Romanoff — the Black Widow — approached in her sleek black suit, glancing at Steve Rogers with a teasing tone.
“Natasha, you’ll be in charge of helping him adjust. Ease him in — we don’t want him realizing too quickly that he’s been asleep for decades.”
Fury gave her a calm but firm order. Natasha nodded and stepped into the retro room, waiting for Captain America to awaken.
All of this, however, was under the watchful eye of Allens.
With J.A.R.V.I.S. at his command, he could easily infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D.’s systems and monitor any information he desired.
“Woooooooooooooooooooo—”
Beside him, Deadpool — now encased in the nanotech suit — tried to speak, only to be silenced as the neuron circuit emitted a surge of electricity, cutting him off mid-word.
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Emily stepped closer, her eyes filled with pride.
“I’m so proud of you, Su Luo. You played brilliantly and led the team to victory,” she said warmly.
Su Luo held Emily’s hand tightly, feeling her unwavering encouragement and support.
“Thank you, Emily,” he said softly. “You’ve always been my greatest motivation.”
The celebrations inside Victory Stadium reached their peak.
Fans cheered, and teammates hugged each other in pure joy, celebrating their shared triumph.
It was an inspiring moment — one that reminded everyone of the power of teamwork and unity.
Su Luo took a deep breath and looked up at the cheering fans around him.
“We’re not just a team,” he said firmly. “We’re a family. We’ve faced countless challenges together and created success together. No matter what the future brings, as long as we stay united — nothing is impossible!”
The fans erupted into thunderous applause and cheers — their warmest, most heartfelt response of the night.
Turning to his teammates, Su Luo continued, “This victory is just a milestone on our long journey. Let’s keep working hard for even greater glory — glory that belongs to all of us!”
His teammates nodded one after another. They deeply understood the meaning behind his words.
They weren’t just fighting for themselves — they were fighting for their team, their fans, and the pride of Dortmund.
Every victory was the result of their shared effort.
As the sounds of celebration slowly faded behind them, Su Luo and his teammates walked out of the stadium.
The streets of Dortmund were alive with excitement, bustling with people celebrating the team’s win.
They hadn’t gone far before a group of fans spotted them.
Recognizing Su Luo instantly, Dortmund supporters cheered loudly, their voices echoing through the night streets.
“Su Luo! Su Luo!” they shouted, waving Dortmund flags and portraits of their new hero.
One fan shouted with excitement, “Su Luo, you were incredible tonight! You’re a rising star in football!”
Another chimed in, “That’s right! Everyone knows you’re our team’s secret weapon!”
Their words brought a modest smile to Su Luo’s face. He nodded and thanked them sincerely.
But soon, a few fans began to argue among themselves.
“I heard he didn’t come from a wealthy family,” one fan said skeptically. “He’s from some small rural town, right?”
“How would you know that?” another fan countered. “No one really understands his background back in the Dragon Kingdom.”
The argument made Su Luo and his teammates a little uncomfortable.
While most people believed that Su Luo’s success came from his hard work, there were still those who doubted his background.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Emily’s eyes. “Everyone has a past,” she said firmly. “Maybe Su Luo doesn’t come from privilege, but he achieved his dream through sheer hard work and talent.”
Robert nodded in agreement. “We don’t need to know his past. What matters is that Su Luo has limitless potential.”
Hagen leaned in and whispered, “He’s already done so much for us. Don’t pay attention to those rumors and guesses.”
Hearing his teammates’ support warmed Su Luo’s heart.
He smiled faintly and greeted the fans again.
Though comments about his background could sometimes sting, they also reminded him of how far he had come — and how much effort it took to reach this point.
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At this moment, Su Luo’s teammates stepped forward to congratulate him.
As captain, Hagen stood at the front. He extended his hand solemnly and said, “Su Luo, you are the pride of our team!”
Su Luo clasped Hagen’s hand firmly, feeling the unity and support of the entire squad.
“Without all of you,” he replied sincerely, “I couldn’t have shown my best on the pitch.”
Other teammates followed, expressing their respect and congratulations to Su Luo.
Everyone knew that Su Luo—who had pulled the team out of their slump—had become the center of attention.
That night, at Dortmund’s Eagle Arena, cheers echoed across the stands.
Fans waved team flags excitedly and jumped in celebration of the victory.
Su Luo pushed through the crowd, walking amidst the thunderous cheers.
He took a deep breath, feeling the air filled with the sweet scent of victory.
The sense of glory filled his heart with joy, knowing that it was his performance in this match that brought triumph to the team.
“Su Luo! You’re amazing! You’re our hero!” a fan shouted excitedly.
Su Luo smiled and nodded back at the fan.
Soon, more supporters gathered around, eager to congratulate Su Luo and the other players, proudly declaring themselves loyal fans.
“Su Luo! I’m your biggest fan! I’m so proud to see you play like this!” a young girl said excitedly.
“Thank you!” Su Luo replied with a warm smile. “For the team and the fans, your support is our greatest motivation.”
Amid the celebrations, Emily stood quietly in the distance, watching Su Luo.
She smiled with relief as she saw him interacting warmly with the fans.
She knew that Su Luo, now the center of everyone’s attention, was writing his own chapter of glory into the club’s history.
A deep sense of pride welled up in her chest.
This young man had already surpassed himself, proving his worth as both a leader and the team’s core.
“Su Luo, I’m so proud right now,” Emily whispered softly in his ear as she approached him. “You’ve truly surpassed yourself.”
Su Luo turned to her and smiled.
“Without you,” he said gently, “I wouldn’t have made it this far. You’re my greatest support and motivation.”
Applause and cheers filled the entire stadium.
Teammates surrounded Su Luo again, offering their respect and admiration.
Hagen reached out once more, gripping Su Luo’s hand firmly. “Su Luo, you showed true leadership tonight. We’re all proud of you!”
Su Luo shook his hand tightly, his heart brimming with gratitude.
He knew that every player on the team had worked tirelessly in their own position.
Without their support and teamwork, he could never have delivered such a performance.
Su Luo looked around at his teammates with a smile, feeling the unbreakable bond that tied them together.
They had endured countless challenges side by side, and this victory proved that their efforts had not been in vain.
Robert came over and patted Su Luo on the shoulder with a wide grin.
“Su Luo, you were brilliant tonight! We all saw how hard you fought out there. You’re our leader!”
Warmth filled Su Luo’s heart. The trust and understanding between him and his teammates were his greatest source of strength.
“Thank you, Robert,” he said sincerely. “Without you all, I couldn’t have reached this level.”
Hagen joined in with a smile. “Su Luo, tonight you proved that you’re an indispensable part of our team. The leadership you’ve shown makes us all stronger.”
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"Hinata?"
"Why are you here too?"
Haruno Sakura noticed Hinata’s presence and asked.
Hinata looked at Sakura’s confident expression, feeling a bit guilty. She lowered her head and said softly,
"I... I just heard that you were looking for Naruto-kun, so I thought I could help."
So the three of them began searching for Naruto.
First, they went to Naruto’s house but couldn’t find him there.
In the end, Hinata used her Byakugan and located Naruto somewhere inside the Forest of Death.
…
The three entered the Forest of Death and soon found Naruto.
Because of Naruto’s previous battle with Shukaku in the forest, a large section had turned into an endless wasteland—making it quite easy to spot.
When Naruto saw the three of them coming together, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He gently held Hinata’s soft little hand and looked at Sakura.
"What’s going on? You even asked Hinata to come help. Did something happen?"
Sakura angrily explained everything that had happened earlier.
After hearing it all, Naruto frowned deeply.
At that moment, he couldn’t help but admire how cunning these politicians were.
Sarutobi Hiruzen publicly revealed his identity,
trying to use the villagers’ guilt to bind him emotionally to Konoha.
Meanwhile, Rasa’s “forced marriage” announcement concealed Sunagakure’s collapse plan while strengthening ties with the Leaf.
Two old foxes!
Sakura saw Naruto’s unhappy expression and asked,
"So Naruto, what are we going to do now?"
Naruto thought for a moment before finally deciding,
"For now, I’ll keep practicing basic ninjutsu. After some time, I’ll leave the village."
"Huh?" Sakura was stunned.
"Naruto, you… you’re leaving Konoha?"
Naruto nodded calmly.
"Yeah, there’s no other choice. Maybe I’m just not the type to fit in here."
"Before, no one cared about me, and I still lived just fine."
After all, Konoha is the most prosperous ninja village in the world.
"But now that my identity’s been revealed by that old monkey, and everyone suddenly wants to act close to me… I just can’t adapt to that."
Hearing Naruto’s words, Sakura pressed her lips together as if she had made up her mind about something.
But Naruto gently patted her shoulder and said,
"Sakura-chan, you should stay."
Sakura fell silent, standing before Naruto without saying a word.
Naruto understood what she wanted to say even without her speaking.
He warned her softly,
"Sakura-chan, you’re different from me. You have to think about how others feel before deciding anything."
"Besides, staying in Konoha will be better for your growth."
Though she clearly wanted to follow Naruto, Sakura nodded obediently.
Still, she couldn’t help but ask curiously,
"What do you mean by ‘better for my growth’?"
Naruto smiled mysteriously.
"Sakura, if you meet a very… big girl in the village, you must become her disciple."
"Big?" Sakura blinked and subconsciously glanced down at her toes—
Ah no, she could even see her whole feet—
Wait, that’s not right either.
Pa!
Naruto lightly smacked Sakura on the head.
"That’s not what I meant. It’s just a physical trait!"
"Oh…" Sakura rubbed her head in frustration.
"Stop hitting me, or I’ll just get even dumber."
Ino chuckled beside her.
"Don’t be discouraged, Sakura. Realizing that you’re stupid is already a great start."
Sakura immediately exploded.
"Ino-pig! What did you say?! Come here and—"
"Oh… forget it, I can’t beat you anyway."
Naruto took the chance to say,
"That’s exactly what I meant. If you succeed in becoming that woman’s disciple, you’ll definitely be able to beat Ino one day."
Sakura’s eyes lit up.
"Really? I can actually beat Ino?"
Naruto nodded confidently.
"Of course! But first, you need to complete the apprenticeship successfully."
"I’ll tell you the secret to doing that right now…"
"…"
"Got it?"
Sakura nodded seriously.
"Okay, I remember!"
…
After sending the three girls off, Naruto continued studying ninjutsu.
In a short amount of time, several trees had grown around him—
but compared to the ones created by the First Hokage, these were still far inferior.
When night fell, Naruto finally left the Forest of Death.
He originally planned to grab a quick bite, go home, rest, and continue training afterward.
But the moment he appeared, he was surrounded by a crowd of villagers asking endless questions.
Naruto forced a smile, waving his hands.
"Don’t ask me so many things, I don’t even know if what the Third Hokage said is true!"
"I just want to eat right now. Please, everyone, give me some space. Thank you… thank you very much."
But the villagers wouldn’t let him go.
"Little Naruto, it was our fault before. Please forgive us!"
"Yeah, we were just misled!"
"Damn that guy who spread the rumors! If I ever catch him, I’ll teach him a lesson!"
"What’s that? You said his name is Shimura Danzō?"
"Got it! If I see that old man, I’ll make him pay for you!"
"I never realized little Naruto was so handsome~"
"That’s right! Have you eaten yet, Naruto? Come to my house for dinner—don’t be shy!"
"Yeah, yeah, my wife’s cooking is amazing! And my daughter’s pretty cute too—"
"What? You’re not coming? Going to a restaurant instead?"
"Naruto, those restaurants just pile on ingredients for flavor. Totally unhealthy!"
"Wait, Naruto! Where are you going?"
"Ah… this kid’s still so shy."
Naruto managed to squeeze through the crowd, but just as he took two steps forward—another group of villagers surrounded him again.
He took a deep breath, silently moving up his plan to leave Konoha even sooner.
Just then, a sharp voice shouted from outside the crowd:
"Hey! You lot in front—move aside! Anyone still standing there after three seconds will deal with the consequences!"
The villagers turned around in annoyance.
They saw a female ninja holding a giant fan glaring at them fiercely.
Before anyone could respond, the woman shouted,
"Three seconds are up! Wind Style: Wind Scythe Jutsu!!!"
Ninjutsu?!
A fierce gust of wind whipped through the crowd.
The ordinary villagers, unable to withstand the pressure, gasped for breath and stumbled around helplessly.
Fortunately, it was only a low-level wind jutsu meant to scatter them—not strong enough to hurt anyone.
"Run! She’s serious!"
"Damn it, where did this crazy woman come from?!"
"Go call a ninja!"
Temari snorted coldly.
"I am the ninja, idiots!"
Villagers: "…"
"Run!"
In moments, the crowd scattered in every direction.
Only Temari and Naruto were left standing there.
Temari folded her fan and rested it against the ground with a metallic clang.
Naruto followed her gaze—his eyes landing on her pale calves—
Temari asked coldly,
"You’re obviously strong, and you hate being bothered by those people. So why didn’t you fight back?"
Naruto replied quietly,
"Because I’m afraid of killing someone."
Temari: "…"
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In public.
Rasa announced this matter without authorization.
Following the normal process,
it would’ve been difficult for Sarutobi Hiruzen to dismiss it outright — and he had no choice but to cooperate with Rasa.
But the key question is...
Sarutobi Hiruzen already knew Naruto’s situation.
Naruto is engaged to the eldest daughter of the Hyuga family.
So, is it really necessary for Naruto to stabilize the Hyuga Clan within Konoha and also win over Sunagakure from outside the village?
This……
Looking at it this way, Naruto is truly a treasure!
So Sarutobi Hiruzen followed Rasa’s lead and said,
“Well, that’s fine.”
After hearing this, Rasa slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
Based on his understanding of Sarutobi Hiruzen, Rasa already knew the outcome before he even spoke.
And publicly announcing the marriage brought many benefits to Rasa.
First of all, during this Chūnin Exam, Sunagakure had originally planned to attack Konoha —
and it had been planned for a long time!
But Orochimaru’s sudden disappearance midway caused the entire plan to collapse.
The situation became urgent, and the Sand Shinobi who infiltrated Konoha didn’t have time to be informed.
Now that Rasa had made this public announcement, it sent a clear message to those Sand Shinobi.
This completely avoided the risk of some Sand ninja acting prematurely without orders and causing unnecessary chaos.
Secondly!
Naruto is a genius.
He can seal Shukaku and even use Wood Style.
His chakra reserves are extraordinary.
Not to mention, Sarutobi Hiruzen had just revealed Naruto’s true identity —
The son of the Fourth Hokage, and now, the fiancé of the Fourth Kazekage’s daughter.
A perfect match!
With this, Rasa could easily draw Naruto closer to Sunagakure.
Even if Naruto became stronger in the future, for Temari’s sake, he would never take harsh action against the Sand Village.
Thinking of all these benefits, Rasa naturally announced it without consulting Sarutobi Hiruzen.
It was a form of moral coercion against Hiruzen.
But it didn’t provoke Hiruzen’s displeasure either…
After all, according to the customs of this world, a woman takes her husband’s surname after marriage.
He was merely sending a “princess” to Konoha.
And Sarutobi Hiruzen’s goal was the same — to maintain peace and stability among the ninja villages.
He had no reason to refuse, nor to be upset.
The two Kage-level figures both had schemes in their hearts.
Sarutobi Hiruzen had revealed Naruto’s identity, using morality as a binding force.
Rasa, in turn, used morality to publicly announce an alliance that hadn’t even been discussed.
Two old foxes — each playing their own game.
But the people below had much simpler thoughts.
What’s going on?
Why are they suddenly getting married?!
Temari herself looked completely confused.
Kankuro held back his laughter and said to her,
“Sis, now you understand how Gaara and I feel, huh?”
At first!
Rasa forcibly turned Gaara into a Jinchūriki.
He even tested Gaara’s seal by himself — without ever asking Gaara’s opinion.
And Kankuro becoming a puppet master — did he choose that?
No!
He was first made to study puppetry under Rasa’s orders,
and only later did he start developing an interest in it himself.
As the children of a Kage, such things were unavoidable.
Temari had even joked about this with Gaara and Kankuro before.
Now, it was Kankuro’s turn to laugh at her.
Temari’s eyes trembled slightly, but she didn’t overreact.
Instead, she smiled, turned to the surrounding people, and admitted that it was true…
Right then—
A loud voice suddenly echoed across the venue.
“I object to this marriage!!!”
Almost everyone’s eyes instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.
It was…
A little girl with pink hair?
Temari sighed softly, shaking her head.
“Alas~”
I have nothing to do with you, so why are you so anxious?
Hiashi glanced at Haruno Sakura with a slightly approving look.
Hinata looked at her with admiration.
As expected of Haruno Sakura — so bold!
Known as the most outspoken girl in the entire academy,
she dared to challenge two Kage-level figures in public.
So brave!
Haruno Sakura, clearly frustrated, raised her hands and shouted,
“This is a scam! You can’t decide who Naruto likes! I won’t allow anyone to force Naruto to love someone he doesn’t love!”
“I’ll reveal the truth! The truth is—Naruto and Temari didn’t even—Ow!!!”
Before she could finish, Ino smacked her on the head from behind.
“It hurts…” Sakura squatted down in pain.
Ino glared at her with sharp eyes and snapped,
“What are you objecting for? Huh? What are you even objecting to??”
“There’s the son of the Fourth Hokage and the daughter of the Fourth Kazekage — handsome and beautiful, talented and noble! Their marriage is backed by two Kage! Who are you, an ugly monster, to oppose it?”
Sakura looked up, shocked and speechless.
“Ino… you don’t like Naruto anymore?”
Ino kicked her and whispered,
“Of course I like Naruto, idiot!”
Sakura teared up.
“Then why did you hit me?!”
Ino sighed helplessly.
“If I don’t hit you, you’ll end up branded a traitor!”
“Sakura-chan, look around!”
Sakura blinked and looked around —
and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Good grief…
Every Konoha and Sand ninja nearby was glaring at her with hostile intent —
as if they’d kill her on the spot.
And that was normal.
This was a public setting.
Privately, people might hold their own opinions about their leaders’ decisions.
But publicly? No one would tolerate a random academy girl standing up to defy two village leaders!
Because a Kage represents the will of the entire village.
To openly challenge their decision…
was to show contempt for the village itself!
“Ha… haha~” Sakura forced a laugh.
“I was just joking! Just joking, really!”
Seeing that Sakura had come back to her senses, Ino quickly dragged her away from the Chūnin Exam venue.
Hiashi glanced at Hinata.
Hinata quietly followed after them.
…
Haruno Sakura, Ino, and Hinata left the Chūnin Exam site.
As soon as they stepped outside, Ino started scolding Sakura furiously.
Sakura realized she had made a scene — but still didn’t feel she was wrong.
Of course, if she admitted fault that easily, she wouldn’t be Haruno Sakura.
Sakura muttered stubbornly,
“Naruto-kun hasn’t even met that girl properly…”
Ino sighed, rubbing her temples.
“I can’t deal with you. What are you going to do now?”
“Of course we’ll go find Naruto and tell him everything!” Sakura said indignantly.
“That old man, the Third Hokage, actually dared to sell Naruto off like that! If Naruto finds out, he’ll probably tear off his beard in anger!”
Ino’s face turned pale. She quickly covered Sakura’s mouth.
“Sakura! Could you not shout things like that in public!?”
“Why not?” Sakura mumbled curiously.
“I’m just telling the truth!”
Ino’s lips twitched.
“Stay away from me… I don’t want your blood splattering on me.”
Sakura: “…”
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On a deserted island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, Deadpool couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He had killed countless versions of Iron Man before — but none had ever made him feel genuine fear. The man standing in front of him did.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—”
The small device clamped around Deadpool’s neck was continuously sending neuron electric shocks through his system, paralyzing his vocal cords and silencing him completely. For someone like Deadpool, being unable to talk was the cruelest torture imaginable.
“Now,” Allens said coldly, his mechanical eyes glowing faintly, “tell me — where did you come from?”
“I— F***k! I came from another Marvel universe,” Deadpool blurted out uncontrollably. “My mission was to slaughter the entire Marvel multiverse!”
Under Allens’ emotionless gaze, Deadpool’s mouth kept spilling words against his will. It was as if someone had injected him with Veritaserum — and he hated that feeling.
“Oh… so it was you, the Deadpool who massacred the Marvel universes,” Allens mused, his tone calm yet sharp. “So that’s why you killed Ivan Vanko.”
The mention of the “Marvel Massacre” incident flashed through Allens’ mind, and his interest in Deadpool deepened.
“Shit!” Deadpool shouted, struggling against the device. “I’ve killed plenty of superheroes! Hell, I’ve killed dozens of Iron Men. But none of them had a face as cold as yours, Tony! You look more like a supervillain than Stark ever did!”
Even while half-crippled, Deadpool’s mouth kept running, filling the island with his endless chatter.
Snap.
Annoyed, Allens raised a finger and snapped. The neural controller on Deadpool’s neck pulsed, releasing another violent jolt of electricity that dropped Deadpool to the ground, twitching and smoking.
So that’s why everyone hates him, Allens thought coldly.
He truly was unbearable.
Allens’ enhanced mind — capable of processing thousands of thought patterns at once — made it impossible for him to ignore Deadpool’s endless nonsense. Every irritating word hit his mind like static noise.
Clang.
The armor behind him rippled like liquid metal as Allens stepped out of it. The golden-red suit sealed itself again, its sleek design glowing faintly with blue energy — a masterpiece of power and precision.
“Oh, damn,” Deadpool groaned weakly, slowly regenerating. “That’s the coolest armor I’ve ever seen.”
Despite his body still smoking and saliva dripping from his mouth, Deadpool forced himself upright, mumbling weakly, “Never seen a suit like that before. You upgrade, Tony? That your new Mark-whatever?”
Then, in classic Deadpool fashion, he lunged — swinging his twin Adamantium katanas toward Allens’ neck.
Shhhh—!
The blades sliced through the air, generating twin sonic bursts — but they hit nothing.
Allens hadn’t moved an inch. The air around him simply bent, deflecting the strikes as if reality itself refused to let Deadpool touch him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Deadpool cried out, eyes wide. “Since when does Iron Man have superpowers? What the actual hell! Did I miss the DLC where Tony unlocks telekinesis?”
He flailed dramatically, spinning the swords again and again — but every strike met an invisible wall.
“Damn, Iron Man was supposed to be a genius in a tin can, not freakin’ Professor X in armor!”
Deadpool’s experience as a killer showed — his moves were fast, unpredictable, vicious. He had murdered superheroes and supervillains alike, catching them off guard with his reckless style.
But this time—
BOOM!
A single telekinetic shockwave blasted Deadpool off his feet, slamming him into a cliff wall so hard that his body embedded deep into the rock, bones shattering on impact.
For once, Deadpool couldn’t move.
Allens calmly walked toward him. His armor shimmered, retracting and transforming until it revealed his true face — Allens, not Tony Stark.
Deadpool’s one good eye widened in sheer horror.
“Bullshit... You— you’re Lord Allens!?”
Allens’ expression didn’t change. “Hm? ‘Lord Allens’? That’s the second time I’ve heard someone call me that.”
Deadpool’s voice trembled. “F***k! This is the MCU universe! How the hell could God Lord Allens exist here!? Did I mess up my time jump again!?”
The fear in his voice was real.
Because Deadpool knew that name.
In one of the countless numbered Earths, God Lord Allens had descended from the heavens — twisting reality and bending every mind with divine power. It was that event that had created Deadpool’s murderous alter ego — the mad consciousness that drove him to slaughter every Marvel universe he could find.
On that Earth, the name Allens was a nightmare — a living god who terrified even the strongest heroes and villains alike.
“‘God Lord’? The only god I’ve heard of is Doctor Doom trying to play one,” Allens said dryly.
He reached forward, gripping Deadpool’s hood, and tore it off — revealing Wade’s scarred, acid-burned face underneath.
“Oh no, no, no…” Deadpool stammered. “There’s only one god-level name... and it’s yours. Doctor Doom’s not even close!”
His terrified eyes locked on Allens, who seemed to grow larger, darker, more divine with every second.
“Maybe,” Allens said quietly, “the one you saw was my future self. Right now, I’m just Tony Stark.”
He grabbed Deadpool by the collar effortlessly and lifted him off the ground, his voice cold and unshaken.
“Tony Stark turned into Allens... thank God it’s not God Lord Allens again.”
“Wait!” Deadpool gasped, eyes darting. “You— you’re Brain Allens, aren’t you? Oh, damn it, the genius who’s basically a god! Sign my sword! That armor is— is freaking amazing!”
His voice rose to a nervous squeak as he pulled a marker out of his suit pocket, waving it desperately.
“And oh, oh, don’t forget the Sentinels! Jean was a total disaster, man—”
“Sentinel, huh?” Allens interrupted, amused. His hand lifted slightly.
A pulse of pure telekinetic force erupted from his palm, condensing into a blade of psychic energy.
“Nice reference,” he said flatly. “But before that— I’ll be taking your Regenerative Healing Factor.”
The telekinetic blade sliced through Deadpool’s skull like butter.
Deadpool’s head split open — yet he was still very much alive, his brain matter knitting itself back together even as he looked up in astonishment.
“Ohhh, God! You’re doing that thing again! The ‘see-how-everything-works’ power!” Deadpool shouted, half-horrified, half-impressed. “Gotta say... way cooler than empathy-copying!”
Allens didn’t respond. His expression was as calm and unreadable as ever — like a god dissecting a mortal curiosity.
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