Sawamura Eriri: "Tenseigan? Sounds like an eye technique. Is it that powerful?"
Yamamoto Mei: "It's not a matter of being powerful or not. It has the ability to split the moon."
Sawamura Eriri: "Huh?! Split the moon? Then didn't Sister Luo Hao just become the strongest in the chat group?!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Heh. What a brainless, golden-haired buffoon."
Sawamura Eriri: "What did you say?! Hey! You fat-chested troll, say that again!"
Nakiri Erina: "Be serious, you two. Mr. Madara could also split the moon, but Daemon still crushed him in an instant. Just having a pair of glowing eyes doesn't make you the strongest. Don't be ridiculous."
Uchiha Madara: "...I've seen the Tenseigan's power in the memory playback. It is strong—splitting the moon is no joke—but it's not enough to destroy a world."
Uchiha Madara: "Of course, if I had enough time, I could pull the moon from its orbit and wipe out larger planets."
Uchiha Madara: "But that's just hypothetical. Against Daemon, I didn't even have the time to blink before it was over."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Haha! It's okay, Master Madara. You've only just awakened your Shinigami powers. You've got tons of room to grow!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "And don't forget—we've got Saitama from One Punch Man here. For him, punching the moon is probably just a warm-up. Our group is full of hidden monsters!"
Saitama: "Ah… you're talking about me?"
Saitama: "This group really is something. After I got that 'gourmet tablecloth' item, I haven't had to rush for supermarket discounts in days."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Gourmet tablecloth? Wait, is that your newcomer reward from the chat group?"
Daemon: "It's from Doraemon—a convenience item that creates delicious food anywhere, anytime."
Saitama: "Oh! You know about it? It's rare and amazing!"
Daemon / Miyuki / Esdeath: "...."
Luo Hao: "I can't comprehend why a man of your strength is chasing supermarket sales and cheap food. Are you poor?"
Saitama: "Well, yeah. I'm kind of broke."
Luo Hao: "Why not just take what you need?"
Saitama: "Huh? That's a crime. I'm a hero—doing bad things is off the table."
Luo Hao: "Tch. What a boring man. We God-Slayers rule our worlds—be it witches, princesses, or treasures, they all belong to us."
Saitama: "Uhhh… I really can't accept that mindset. I just want to be a hero… for fun."
Luo Hao: "Tch. Lofty ideals and a dull heart. Disappointing."
Losing interest in the conversation, Luo Hao exited the chat and began fusing the Sage body and Tenseigan she had just received.
With this power, she could manipulate gravity and repulsion to move planets—split the moon like it was clay beneath her fingers.
Even many so-called gods would pale in comparison.
For the first time in ages, the ever-composed Luo Hao felt a tremor of excitement.
After she logged off, the chat fell silent for half a minute.
Saitama: "Did… I make her mad?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Haha, nah. Just different worldviews. Totally normal in a place like this."
Aizen Sosuke: "Indeed. Mei is always skeptical of me too. But there's no hate—it's just our ideals don't align."
Saitama: "Alright… makes sense, I guess."
Esdeath: "Alright, let me do a draw too—lighten the mood a bit."
That was rare coming from the Ice Queen. Clearly, her time in the chat group had mellowed her… at least a little.
A second later, the system chimed.
[Congratulations to Esdeath for acquiring the Forbidden Technique: Reaper Death Seal]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Huh? The one the Third Hokage used against Orochimaru?"
Yamamoto Mei: "...Hard to tell if that's good luck or bad luck."
Kocho Shinobu: "Why? Isn't it a powerful forbidden technique?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "It is strong. But the cost is… y'know. Your soul."
Esdeath: [Image attachment]
Esdeath: "I like it. It's a very powerful move. I'm satisfied."
Esdeath: "If I ever meet someone I can't beat… I'll drag them to hell with me. Killing the strong while being weak? Now that's satisfying."
Sawamura Eriri: "...Wait, it's a self-sacrifice move?!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "As expected of the Queen of Ice. I may be strong now too, but I'm not calm enough to use something like that."
Esdeath: "Haha! The strong should dominate the weak. That's why I respected Daemon as a 'Heavenly Dragon' from the start."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Indeed. You two are quite the pair."
Daemon: "Eh? You think I'm like Esdeath?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Of course. You're the same noble scumbag who thinks killing men and ravaging their wives and daughters is life's greatest joy."
Daemon: "...Okay, time for my draw, then. Let me bless this chat with some cheer."
Uchiha Miyuki: "It's happening! The chat's biggest dawg is about to roll!"
Esdeath: "Come to think of it, Daemon never really pulls trash, does he?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Exactly! That's why he's a dog! Save some luck for the rest of us!"
Daemon: "...I'm not cheating. I'm just a little luckier than average."
Daemon silently hugged Rouge's long legs and chanted in his heart: "Use all three draws!"
[Congratulations to Nairona Daemon for acquiring: Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline]
[Congratulations to Nairona Daemon for acquiring: Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline]
[Congratulations to Nairona Daemon for acquiring: Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline Line]
[Duplicate draws detected. Reward has been combined.]
[Congratulations to Nairona Daemon for acquiring: Otsutsuki Clan Progenitor Purest Bloodline]
"Ah?"
Daemon paused for a second, surprised. His hand had unknowingly tightened.
"Ah—!"
Rouge whimpered in pain in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, confused and dazed, staring at Daemon as if asking why he was hurting her.
"It's okay. Just sleep," he whispered softly, brushing his fingers gently through her hair.
His touch was unusually tender.
"Mmm..."
Rouge murmured in reply, her brows slowly relaxing as her fear faded. The uneasiness that had once plagued her features melted away, replaced by calm.
To her, Daemon was undoubtedly a bad man. A scoundrel through and through.
But strangely enough, lying beside such a man—such a scumbag—she felt safe. Safer than she'd felt in a long time. The tension, the fear, the endless worry… it all disappeared in his presence.
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
(PS: I don't know about all that but what I do know is that Roger is definitely crying in hell)
Rouge didn't know.
But at the very least, for the sake of the child growing inside her… it felt like a good thing.
"Dr. Vegapunk said he could guarantee the baby would be a girl…"
She whispered quietly, cheeks tinged pink as she leaned close to Daemon, "…Do you still want to name her Nairona Ann?"
Daemon glanced at her sideways, a teasing glint in his eye.
"What? Having second thoughts?" he said with a smirk. "Not willing to let your daughter become a superior Celestial Dragon?"
"No… No! Not at all!"
Rouge stiffened, shaking her head quickly before shrinking back down, pretending to sleep again. She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to speak further.
But in her heart, doubts lingered.
Roger had dreamed of tearing down the rule of the Celestial Dragons.
Yet her child might become one of the highest among them?
It was absurd. Confusing.
Was this all some twisted joke of Daemon's?
He glanced down at her stiff frame and shook his head with a small chuckle. Then, wordlessly, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
After a moment, he re-entered the chat group.
As expected—
[Group Chat]
And the chat had already exploded.
Uchiha Miyuki: "WHAT?! I was just joking about that dogshit luck of yours, and you actually hit the jackpot? THREE identical top-tier pulls in a row?!"
Madara Uchiha: "Three Otsutsuki merged into the bloodline of the Otsutsuki progenitor…? This power doesn't even exist in any memory archives I've seen. Its true extent is unfathomable."
Yamamoto Mei: "Based on the known traits of the Otsutsuki clan lineage, we can infer it likely includes eternal life, revival abilities, unparalleled ocular powers, a monstrous physique, and possibly new types of dōjutsu."
Sawamura Eriri: "Wait—so the Daemon I can summon in the game just got even more OP?!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Tch. You speak like he's your personal pet. What a vulgar, shallow little blonde…"
Sawamura Eriri: "Huh?! Why did your favorability rating for me drop from 30 to 15 just now?!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Oh? Your trashy system even tracks that?"
Eriri: "You nasty fat cow!"
Jibril: "Nairona-san, have you already fused with this new bloodline?"
Daemon: "Not yet. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid I'll end up looking weird. Horns growing out of my forehead… those veiny cataract eyes..."
Madara Uchiha: "Pfft—"
Aizen Sōsuke: "Looks are irrelevant. Strength is all that matters."
Madara: "Aizen is right."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Ah yes, strength over everything. Just like how both of you ended up—one backstabbed by his own follower, the other beaten by the protagonist. Such strength~"
Madara: "...."
Aizen: "...."
Aizen: It was all part...
Tohsaka Sakura: "It's okay! Even if you do become ugly, Sakura will still love you, Big Brother Daemon!"
Daemon: "Haha, thanks, Sakura."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Well… even if the great Celestial Dragon does become hideous, you're strong and charming enough to never run out of admirers. Isn't that right?"
Jibril: "Exactly. Whether it's dragons, weapons, or even innocent young girls, our dear Daemon has no shame. Appearance doesn't matter to a true scumbag."
Eriri: "Still… I like the pretty ones better."
Daemon: "…Okay, let's stop with the ugly talk already. Why are you all so sure I'll turn hideous after this?"
With a sigh, Daemon exited the chat group and muttered quietly:
"Begin fusion."
[Fusion with the Otsutsuki Progenitor Bloodline — Complete.]
As the system notification echoed in his mind, Daemon's entire body began to transform.
No, it wasn't just about getting stronger—it was something deeper, something far more fundamental.
He was evolving.
His life force, physical constitution, vitality, and even his energy reserves—all of it surged beyond the realm of humanity and edged toward something divine.
If you really think about it, it made sense.
The Otsutsuki clan, after all, was a race of godlike beings that could cross galaxies, invade planets, and dominate entire worlds.
Their ancestral bloodline had to be incomprehensibly powerful. Without such a foundation, how could they have become the cosmic overlords of the Naruto universe?
Daemon clenched his fists, feeling the shift from within. The transformation was fast—almost too fast—and before long, it was complete.
Walking over to the mirror, he examined himself.
Surprisingly, not much had changed in terms of appearance. If anything, he looked… better. Faint, glowing white lines had appeared in his irises, giving his gaze a mysterious and ethereal quality.
The rest of his features were sharper, more refined, like a masterpiece perfected.
But it wasn't just cosmetic.
His body—previously imbalanced in strength—was now harmonized. What had once been a B-rank physique struggling to keep up with his S-rank attack power had now soared to match it.
Every muscle on his body looked like it had been sculpted by the hands of a god, radiating life force so potent it felt like his mere presence could restore the dying.
Daemon smirked as he placed a hand over his chest. I could probably bring someone back from the brink of death with just a drop of my blood now.
Then came the real revelation: his new powers.
From the ancestral Otsutsuki bloodline, two abilities had awakened—both devastating.
Spatial manipulation. He could now rip through dimensions and teleport across astronomical distances with precision.
Temporal manipulation. He could freeze the flow of time across the entire universe… for nine seconds.
"Time and space… just like the elite Otsutsuki from Boruto," he murmured, his tone laced with curiosity. "Maybe their race really is born for this kind of power."
As he spoke, a faint light flickered in his eyes. He raised a hand, and with a gentle tug at the air, reality itself split open.
Like tearing a painting off a wall, space unraveled before him.
Through the rift, a scene emerged—another world entirely.
Dressrosa.
Inside a lavish palace, King, one of Kaido's calamities, was sipping wine. Near him stood King Riku, visibly tense but silent, his daughter Princess Scarlett, and the scarred soldier Kyros, their expressions filled with suppressed resentment.
Not long ago, Kaido himself had stolen the Celestial Dragon tribute gold and sent King to claim Dressrosa as his own.
King wasn't relaxed. Despite the food and luxury, anxiety gnawed at his gut. He'd seen the world broadcast. He knew the truth.
Rayleigh. Garp. Shiki. Titans of the old world—all dead.
And all of them, in one way or another, had crossed paths with one man.
Daemon.
A Celestial Dragon who could summon thunder powerful enough to erase a kingdom. Who might even control ancient weapons. King was starting to question whether Kaido's move had been brave… or suicidal.
Then, his instincts screamed.
"Huh!?"
King sprang up, his massive sword unsheathed in a flash as he glared at the space in front of him.
King Riku stiffened. Princess Scarlett gasped. Even Kyros stepped forward, sensing something unnatural.
And then… the void opened.
It tore apart like paper, revealing a man stepping through.
A man who exuded divine presence. A man holding a sleeping pregnant woman in his arms.
Daemon.
With a relaxed expression and a hint of amusement in his voice, he glanced around the room. "Ah, first time testing the new power. Seems like my coordinates were spot on."
He adjusted the woman in his arms—Rouge—and looked playfully at the stunned faces before him.
"Nice to meet you all. Hope I didn't interrupt anything."
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