"Huh? You want me to kill you?"
Daemon blinked, stunned for a moment. His voice came out unconsciously.
"You already arranged your funeral or something?"
Madara gave a relaxed nod.
"Of course. I trust those two boys won't let me down."
He then looked at Daemon seriously.
"Once I'm resurrected, I'll return in my prime, with the Rinnegan awakened. Only then will I truly be qualified to stand among you monsters."
"In this aging, powerless body—I'm nothing but a disgrace."
"Is that so? Oh well..."
Daemon exhaled, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
As a Reincarnator, Daemon had already grasped Madara's intent—and so had Uchiha Miyuki.
Madara might know the multiverse exists now, but it hadn't changed his ambition one bit.
He still planned to use Uchiha Obito and Uzumaki Nagato as pawns in his old plan.
Pitiful souls.
Obito and Nagato really drew the short end of the stick.
But on second thought—were they really so innocent?
One of them was a lunatic who wanted to destroy the world over a dead girl and even killed his own teacher and wife.
Straight-up trash.
The other was a thankless backstabber who murdered the man who treated him like a son, spending his life dancing on the strings of others.
Another brain-dead idiot.
Sympathy? They didn't deserve it.
Daemon let those thoughts pass with a sigh and slowly raised the gleaming golden sword in his hand.
Madara's eyes narrowed with anticipation.
"That sword… is it the one that killed the Transmigrator James Dickson?"
Daemon shook his head with a calm smile.
"No. Not that one. This is a move I just obtained."
"Huh?" Madara blinked.
"You just got it? Since when?"
Before Daemon could answer, searing flames surged around his body—flames as brilliant and violent as the sun itself.
"The Noble Phantasm…'Nikyaketaisaku Fuku.'"
The name echoed like a divine proclamation.
Wearing solar fire as a cloak—flames burning at 20 million degrees—Daemon now resembled a walking sun, sacred and terrifying.
His aura distorted the air around him, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"What the...?"
Esdeath squinted, instinctively activating her Ice Teigu and the power of her Ice Fruit simultaneously.
But even that was barely enough. She could hardly breathe under the blazing pressure.
"H-Holy crap!"
Miyuki ducked behind Esdeath.
"That guy's a Transmigrator who can explode gold coins?! Queen Esdeath, protect me!"
Even Luo Hao, proud and powerful, silently slipped beside Esdeath, mimicking Miyuki's movements. Only then did the suffocating heat lessen for her.
Strangely, Uzumaki Kushina—resting calmly in Daemon's arms—remained unaffected, watching the flames swirl with innocent curiosity.
Madara's charred skin crackled as his expression turned grim.
"That power… it's from James Dickson. Did you steal it? Can you take others' powers now?"
But before paranoia could take root, he laughed.
"No matter! Do it."
Madara spread his arms wide, accepting his fate.
"Even if you steal this from me, I'll gain something even greater after I return!"
"As you wish."
Daemon's voice was calm—almost kind—as he gently swung his flame-cloaked blade.
A flash of divine heat.
A brief scream swallowed by light.
Then nothing.
Uchiha Madara's body disintegrated into ash, consumed completely by the sun's wrath.
--
"Eh? Wait a minute!"
Uchiha Miyuki blinked, typing frantically into the multiverse chat group.
"Wasn't that Captain Yamamoto's move? Your Majesty Daemon, when you killed that Transmigrator, did you get Ryūjin Jakka as your new Noble Phantasm?"
Daemon replied casually: "Nope. It's just the 'nikyaketaisaku fuku.'"
[Noble Phantasm: Nikyaketaisaku Fuku]
[Level: 1]
[Type: Armed Fantasy]
[Obtained by killing the Transmigrator who wielded the Zanpakutō Ryūjin Jakka and usurping his legend.
Wears 20-million-degree solar fire as armor. Any enemy that touches it is annihilated. Can be used offensively as well, unleashing divine solar bursts.]
"Damn!"
Miyuki cried.
"That's 5 million degrees hotter than Ryūjin Jakka! That's insane!"
Yamamoto Mei: "Indeed… My old man's Bankai only burns at 15 million degrees. Daemon-sama's Noble Phantasm completely surpasses his."
Esdeath: "I... can't beat that. My ice is completely restrained by this thing..."
Luo Hao: "Such power! I want to slay a sun god next, see if I can obtain something similar!"
Tohsaka Sakura: "Congratulations, Daemon-nii! Another OP Noble Phantasm!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "So now, the Eye of Horus blocks all long-range attacks, and this 'Sun Armor' protects against melee too? Daemon-sama's becoming untouchable."
Jibril: "…I must craft more fairy beans. I'll need them for our rematch, Daemon!"
Nakiri Erina: "Eh? Jibril, you're going to challenge him again?"
Jibril: "Of course! I'm a god-slaying Flügel. To give up after one loss? That's the way of cowards!"
Saitama: "Well said! If only the weirdos I fought had your attitude Birdman."
Miyuki: "…Didn't you kill most of them in one punch though?"
Jibril: "Shut it, you annoying brat! And stop calling me Birdman!"
The moment Daemon claimed yet another powerful Noble Phantasm, the group barely blinked.
They were used to it by now.
One legendary artifact after another—at this point, Daemon collecting god-tier loot was as natural as breathing.
No one even thought to ask what Noble Phantasm he'd obtained from defeating Madara Uchiha, a legend of the ninja world.
Daemon, examining the spoils with interest, finally broke the silence.
"Got lucky this time. Real lucky," he muttered with a smirk, staring at the unusual item in his hand. "Never seen a Noble Phantasm like this before."
Meanwhile, in his arms, Kushina Uzumaki was still reeling.
"Uchiha Madara… Just died. Just like that?"
Her voice was dazed, barely above a whisper. Ever since she'd gotten dragged into Daemon's insane orbit—thanks to her meddling best friend—she'd witnessed one absurd event after another.
Inside her, even the mighty Nine-Tails was shivering.
That monster of chakra and rage didn't dare move. Even breathing felt risky around Daemon.
"Little fox," Daemon's voice was low and teasing,
"You really like being in my arms, don't you?"
The golden sunfire around him finally faded, and he looked down at the red-haired girl curled up against his chest.
It had been a while.
He'd missed her.
"Ah—! You, you pervert! Put me down already!"
Kushina finally snapped out of it, face flushed redder than her hair. She wriggled and pushed at him, her voice high with embarrassment.
"'Pervert'? Is that how you thank the guy who just saved you?"
Daemon chuckled, tightening his grip slightly.
"Calling your savior names... sounds like someone needs to be punished."
"H-Hey, what do you—mmph!"
Kushina's protest was cut off. Her wide eyes stared up at him in shock, her hands frozen mid-push.
That familiar sensation made her heart skip.
It was just like the first time she met him.
She hated how easily he threw her off. And worse… she kind of liked it.
Not far away, Esdeath watched the scene unfold, arms crossed and expression unreadable.
She held a glass of chilled wine in one hand, her gaze fixed on Daemon's livestream.
"Tch… Still the same arrogant, indulgent Celestial Dragon," she muttered.
"But he doesn't break character. Ever."
Her curiosity stirred. Was this—this game between men and women—truly that captivating? Even someone like Daemon seemed to enjoy it.
Back in the [Chat Group]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Waaah! My waifu! My beautiful wife kissed His Highness Daemon again!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Why does this keep happening to me!?"
Luo Hao: "Hmph. This is becoming… irritating."
Without another word, she vanished in a blur of movement, Shukuchi Magic activating beneath her feet.
Tohsaka Sakura: "Wait, where did Sister Luo Hao go?"
Jibril: "She said something about mice?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Eh? Mice? Did she mean actual rodents?"
Esdeath: "No idea. My sensory abilities aren't as sharp as hers."
Esdeath stepped forward toward the pair in front of her.
Then, without hesitation, she reached out and pulled Kushina aside.
Kushina blinked. "Huh? What are you—?"
Daemon looked equally puzzled.
"Esdeath? Don't tell me… you're not going yuri on me like Miyuki? Trying to steal my girl?"
"Hardly," she replied coolly.
"I'm just… curious."
Before either of them could react, she closed the distance, slipped her arms around Daemon's neck, and leaned in.
Her cold lips met his.
High heels clicked slightly as she stretched upward to reach him. Her eyes remained half-lidded, analytical—curious.
Chat Group: Exploding with Reactions
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Wait—WAIT! Esdeath?!"
Tohsaka Sakura: "Sister Esdeath… what are you doing?"
Jibril: "The world truly has descended into chaos…"
Nakiri Erina: "Did… did Sister Esdeath just kiss Daemon-sama!?"
Yamamoto Mei: "You don't get it. Esdeath's brain doesn't function like a normal girl's. What she likes isn't love—it's conquest, domination, and chaos."
Nakiri Erina: "That's… that's kinda hot?"
Saitama: "Man, I'm a little suspicious. Is it because I'm bald that no girls talk to me?"
In the World of Naruto…
Seeing Esdeath standing intimately beside Daemon—and not herself—Uzumaki Kushina stood frozen in disbelief.
Who am I? Where even am I?
A strange pang of grievance bloomed in her heart.
Just moments ago, you were so close to me...
And now another woman has replaced me like it's nothing?
"Hehe, Kushina~"
Uchiha Miyuki strolled over with a smirk tugging at her lips.
"See that? His Highness Daemon is the worst kind of scumbag."
Kushina scowled. "You're no better! One's a scumbag, and the other's a... scumbag!"
Miyuki only giggled, inching closer to her best friend.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong! Don't be mad, Kushina~ forgive me?"
Despite the mockery, Miyuki's smile softened.
Her heart warmed as she remembered that desperate moment—when James Dickson, the Transmigrator psycho, almost had her.
It was Kushina who had jumped in without hesitation to save her.
If anyone's Kushina's true love, it's me . Daemon was just... an unexpected distraction.
—
Not far away, Esdeath pulled away from Daemon with a flat look on her face.
"Boring. There's no thrill. No spark. Honestly, stomping enemies underfoot brings me more joy."
Daemon blinked, caught off guard, as she casually wiped the corner of her mouth and stepped away, utterly unimpressed.
Was I just... used?
He rolled his eyes, irritated.
First she gets her fun, then acts like it's my fault she didn't enjoy it? What is this, a bad customer review?
Esdeath is the real scumbag here.
Before Daemon could stew longer, a voice cut in.
"Oi. You all done with your little party?"
Luo Hao's tone carried a sharp edge—was that... jealousy?
Before he could even process it, she casually tossed three bodies at their feet.
"Ahhh!"
The orange-haired boy yelped as he hit the ground hard.
The other two—one with deep red hair, the other with bluish-purple strands—landed more gracefully but looked equally terrified.
Daemon recognized them immediately.
They'd once tried to recruit James Dickson into the Akatsuki before realizing how insane he really was.
They weren't fools—they knew whoever killed him had to be far beyond what they could handle.
"Oh? Aren't these three from the Akatsuki?"
Miyuki perked up, eyes locking onto the blue-haired girl. She ditched Kushina and approached Konan with an amused gleam in her eye.
"Scumbag,"
Kushina muttered, watching her best friend flip like a switch.
"Why are everyone around me hopeless cases... both guys and girls?"
—
"Stay away from Konan, you woman!"
Yahiko snapped as Miyuki stepped closer to the paper-user. "Water Style: Violent Wave!"
A stream of water shot toward Miyuki without warning.
She paused mid-step, her expression darkening.
Seriously? A Genin-tier brat dares try me?
Annoyance flared in her chest. She'd already been disrespected enough today—Daemon, Esdeath, Transmigrator—and now this little punk wanted to act brave?
You must've forgotten. I'm the one who helped annihilate Iwagakure. I don't do pity fights.
"Out of my sight."
Miyuki vanished with a flicker, reappearing behind Yahiko.
Her slap cracked through the air, and Yahiko flew like a ragdoll, tumbling across the dirt.
His face swelled immediately, blood dripping from his lips.
"Yahiko!"
Konan gasped, stepping forward. Nagato froze in place, his red hair bristling with rage.
Konan, level-headed as always, noticed Yahiko wasn't seriously injured—just knocked around.
But Nagato wasn't one to hold back when angry.
"You bastards! SHINRA TENSEI!!"
The force behind his scream made the air tremble. The Rinnegan's power surged around him, building for a devastating blast.
But before the jutsu could activate—
WHAM!
A hand slammed down on Nagato's head from behind, smashing him into the dirt like a nail into wood.
"Boom!"
The earth groaned and cracked beneath the impact. Dust shot into the sky, spiderweb fractures spreading from where Nagato's face met the ground.
Daemon stood over him, calm and controlled, his hand still pressing down.
"As a man, you need to keep your cool," he said gently.
"You almost hurt your own friends just now, Nagato-boy."
He let go and stepped back, watching Nagato groan through the blood trickling down his chin.
"I stopped you before you did something you'd regret. No need to thank me."
His tone was soft, but the power in it left no room for argument.
Konan stood frozen, wide-eyed.
Nagato's trembling fingers dug into the ground—but even he knew. That wasn't a fight he could win.
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