The battlefield was painted in fire and steel. Smoke clawed at the skies. Screams echoed like a dying symphony.
And in the center of it all, amidst corpses and collapsed metal giants, knelt Alaric Von Kreig, drenched in blood that wasn't just his own.
His breath came slow. Painful.
Every joint screamed. Every bone trembled.
The war—his war—was over.
And this time, he wouldn't be standing at the end of it.
The man who had plunged the world into not one, but two world wars, who had risen from the underworld of Germany to become the God-King of Half the Planet, was dying.
A medic sprinted toward him, screaming his name. Too late. Alaric could feel his heartbeat slowing.
Seventy-nine years old.
62 years of conquest.
45 million lives taken by his own hand.
One wife. One heir. One empire.
He smiled.
It was a good run.
His mind, forged like the barrels of his custom-built railguns, ran the numbers one last time. He remembered the first time he held a blade in the German underground. The day he blew up Moscow. The night he shot the moon—yes, the actual moon—just to make a point during the Siege of Luna Prime.
He remembered his coronation, where both robotic choirs and Gregorian monks sang his name in seven different languages.
He remembered building machines that outpaced NASA by a decade and making medicine that could regrow limbs. Not bad for a guy who once ran illegal arms out of a Berlin noodle shop.
And then…
The peace.
Seventeen years. Anime. Manga. Manhwas. Marvel. DC. Star Wars. Ghibli marathons and Gundam rewatches. Hell, he watched One Piece from episode 1 to episode 1800 twice.
He'd cried at Clannad and then nuked a bunker five minutes later.
He was, to put it mildly…
A cultured warlord.
Then came the pain.
And darkness.
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White.
A clean, blank nothingness.
Alaric blinked. Then blinked again. Still not Hell.
"…This isn't the throne room either."
"About time," a voice said, casual and smug, like a gamer who just beat a boss without using potions. "I was waiting for you to finish your dramatic monologue. Had popcorn and everything."
Alaric turned.
And saw… you.
The author.
Wearing anime merch. Flip-flops. Holding a phone playing Jujutsu Kaisen on loop. God-like presence? Zero.
"…You're the one?" Alaric raised a brow. "The Writer?"
"Yup. Big fan, by the way. That Luna Prime siege? Chef's kiss."
Alaric narrowed his eyes. "So what is this? Judgment? Side quest? Please tell me I'm not in the Bleach afterlife, those robes itch."
"Relax. It's a promotion."
The warlord crossed his arms. "Talk."
"I'm reincarnating you. New world. New life. Power-ups included."
Alaric tilted his head. "You mean… isekai?"
"Exactly. And I picked a world you know." The author grinned.
"Naruto," Alaric said instantly, eyes sharpening like blades. "Let me guess. Pre-Shippuden timeline. Political chaos. Danzo still being a cockroach. I've got a hitlist ready."
The author cackled. "See, this is why you're the GOAT."
"I want Konoha's blueprints, a bingo book, and Danzo's neck on a plate by the end of the month."
The Author raised a finger. "Before that, let's review your gift basket. Because baby, you're gonna need it."
A golden scroll unrolled in midair with a dramatic SHWIP.
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REINCARNATION PRIVILEGES – ALARIC VON KREIG
Tier: S+ (Absolutely Busted)
1. Saitama's Physique:
Limitless strength, speed, stamina, and regeneration.
One punch ends most problems.
Hair not included.
2. System Assistant:
Named Astra. Ultra-intelligent, sarcastic, possibly passive-aggressive.
Capable of simulations, skill optimization, chakra guidance, tactical planning.
May roast you occasionally.
3. Absolute Subordination [One-Time Use | Duration: 2 hrs]:
Target one person. All their subordinates—official or shady—become your loyal dogs.
They obey you without question. Soul-bound level loyalty.
After 2 hours, they retain devotion unless you break it.
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Alaric whistled low. "You're giving me the keys to a war crime."
"You're going into Root."
Alaric blinked. "You're sending me into Danzo's dungeon?"
"Directly into a test tube."
Alaric actually grinned.
"Oh, that's twisted. I love it."
"Second Great Ninja War just ended. Danzo and Orochimaru are sniffing around corpses for upgrade potential. They found one."
"My new body?"
"You'll be the 'perfect' test subject—until you open your eyes and hit them with Subjugation.exe."
Alaric cracked his knuckles. "And then?"
"You tell me."
The void began to shimmer. The white light turned deep blue, then blood red, then void-black as space twisted around Alaric's soul.
"Any final words before I send you in?" the Author asked.
"Yeah." Alaric smirked.
"Tell Kishimoto to grab a pen. This reboot's about to outsell his original."
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[SOUL TRANSFER INITIATING…]
[WELCOME TO DIMENSION: SHINOBI-07]
[BODY CALIBRATION: COMPLETE. BALD. PERFECT. GODLIKE.]
3… 2… 1…
Splash.
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Bubbling.
Thick liquid, cold and tinged with chakra-infused preservatives, clung to a body too perfect for nature. Muscles carved like divine sculpture. Veins laced with dormant power. Skin unmarred—except the scalp, where not a single follicle dared exist.
Inside the reinforced glass tank, a man floated.
Bald.
Beautiful.
Unbreakable.
From outside, dim lights flickered. Machinery hummed. Whispered voices passed through, like static across silence.
"Vital signs… stable."
"The regeneration rate is beyond anything we've ever documented."
"Chakra conductivity is absurd… this shouldn't be possible."
"Yet, it is," a rasping voice said—serpentine, oily. "Danzo, this might be it. Our perfect vessel."
Danzo didn't speak. His lone eye stared through the reinforced glass, colder than the frost forming at its edges.
"I want him operational within the week," he finally said. "Root must move beyond bloodlines. We need… divinity."
Orochimaru smiled, wide and thin. "Then let's wake our god."
They didn't notice the movement.
Not at first.
But inside the tube, the man's hand twitched.
Then his fingers curled into a fist.
Then—
His eyes opened.
Red emergency lights flared.
The heartbeat monitor flatlined, then screamed back to life.
The man within the tank stared through the liquid, golden eyes gleaming like the sun through ash. He didn't panic. Didn't gasp. He simply looked at Orochimaru, then Danzo.
Like a king surveying ants.
System initialized.
Welcome, Alaric.
Astra at your service. Tactical simulation complete. Estimated threat level: comical.
Permission to activate "Absolute Subordination"?
Alaric didn't move.
Didn't blink.
He only smiled.
Permission granted.
A pulse shot from the tank—not of chakra, but something deeper. Older. Like divine authority wrapped in instinct. Like gravity decided to take sides.
Danzo's eye widened.
Orochimaru's breath caught.
The scientists behind them froze.
Then, one by one, they all dropped to their knees.
Spines snapped straight. Eyes glazed with sudden clarity. Loyalty—not the forced kind, not genjutsu or seal-induced—true, spiritual submission—etched itself across every soul in the room.
Danzo stood rigid.
Then fell to a knee.
Orochimaru followed.
"I live to serve," Danzo said through clenched teeth, as if the words betrayed him.
"My loyalty is yours," whispered Orochimaru, eyes lit with equal parts terror and curiosity.
Astra's voice echoed in Alaric's mind.
Target group successfully subjugated. You are now Root's Alpha Entity. Estimated duration: 1 hr 59 mins.
The tank door hissed open.
Liquid poured out.
Steam rose.
A barefoot titan stepped forward, water cascading off his body like holy oil. He stood tall, unflinching, a symbol of silent apocalypse. Not just powerful—perfect.
The scientists didn't dare raise their heads.
Alaric took one step forward.
"Where's my cloak?" he asked, voice calm.
No answer.
"Fine. Guess I'll go Adam-mode."
He cracked his neck. The sound echoed like thunder in the quiet lab.
Danzo finally looked up. "Who… are you?"
Alaric paused. Let the moment breathe. Let their awe settle.
Then—
"I'm the man who killed Earth's gods and got bored."
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Silence hung like a guillotine.
Alaric stepped off the platform, footsteps heavy—not from weight, but authority. Every motion was calculated, every muscle flexing like a quiet threat. He didn't walk like a man. He marched like a war crime on cooldown.
Danzo remained on one knee, teeth clenched in something like pain, or disbelief, or the fragile remnants of pride cracking under pressure. Orochimaru? Orochimaru looked like a child discovering fire had learned to bite.
"Bring me a cloak," Alaric said again.
Within two seconds, three Root operatives scrambled into the shadows. One returned with a black combat robe—collar high, sleeveless, lined with chakra-weave armor. Another dropped kneepads and boots. The last offered a red scarf.
Alaric took the robe and tossed it over his back.
"No underwear?"
A pause.
"…Sir, we weren't expecting—"
"I'm going commando in a room full of spies. Try anything, and I'll turn this base into abstract art."
They didn't speak again.
Astra chimed in.
Root hierarchy successfully overwritten. Orochimaru and Danzo's neural profiles restructured. Loyalty rating: 100%. Estimated obedience duration post-skill: permanent unless emotionally destabilized or magically manipulated.
Alaric rotated his shoulders. "Tight. Let's get to work."
He turned to the stunned council of scientists and Root operatives and gestured lazily.
"You, redhead—compile a list of all experimental subjects. You, glasses—bring me schematics of this facility. You"—he pointed at Orochimaru—"you're going to tell me everything about forbidden jutsu you've collected so far."
Orochimaru slithered upright, eyes burning.
"Of course, my lord. I must say… this power of yours. It transcends anything I've ever—"
Alaric cut him off with a glance. "Flattery is for court jesters. You want to earn my favor? Give me results."
Danzo stepped forward next, still visibly wrestling with the invisible chains around his loyalty.
"You are… not of this world."
"Sharp," Alaric said dryly.
"You speak like a man who's ruled before."
"I didn't rule," Alaric replied, turning to face him. "I conquered. Big difference."
The lights above flickered, and for a moment, Danzo saw something in those golden eyes—something deeper than power. A man who had built an empire from blood and ash. A man who had slaughtered his way into legend and still found time to quote movies.
Danzo lowered his head again. "Then guide us."
Alaric nodded slowly.
"First step? We pick up everything that is hiding in the dark."
He turned toward the towering door at the end of the lab, the one that led deeper into Root's underground corridors.
"I'm turning this hole into a forge."
"For what?" Orochimaru asked.
Alaric smirked, sliding the red scarf around his neck.
"For gods."
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[TIME REMAINING: 1h 37m]
[ABSOLUTE SUBORDINATION: ACTIVE]
[SYSTEM UPLINK EXPANDING TO ROOT DATABASE… ACCESSING BANNED ARCHIVES…]
The further they walked, the colder it became—not temperature, but tone.
Root wasn't just underground—it was beneath reality. A place intentionally erased from history, a myth whispered by corpses and forgotten by those who survived. The walls here didn't echo. They absorbed.
Alaric liked it.
"Good insulation," he muttered. "Can barely hear the moral screaming."
Danzo said nothing. He simply led, subdued yet observant, a man used to being in command… now walking behind someone who commanded without trying.
They passed the Vivisection Wing. The Clone Catacombs. The Chakra Furnace. Alaric saw tools—not horrors. Just… potential.
Astra chimed in, tone ever-calm:
Root database is vast but outdated. Systems primitive. Ideology? Flawed. Recommend: internal reconstruction. Retain secrecy. Subvert existing control nodes instead of dismantling.
"Exactly," Alaric replied aloud, glancing at Danzo. "We don't burn this place down. We mold it. Piece by piece. No alarms. No revolts. Just quiet evolution."
He stepped into a high-level strategy chamber: a circular room with a black table, twenty seats, and ancient seal-tech war maps flickering across the walls like haunted projections. Orochimaru followed, licking his lips.
"You intend to rebuild in the dark?" the snake asked.
Alaric smirked. "There's no spotlight in war, Orochimaru. Just shadows that move first."
He sat at the head of the table—Danzo's former seat—without asking. The others remained standing.
"Here's the new doctrine," Alaric said, folding his arms. "Root will become the mind of the world. Not its blade. Not its voice. Just the part that whispers before anyone knows there's something to scream about."
Danzo raised a brow. "Espionage?"
"Influence," Alaric corrected. "We infiltrate markets. Families. Clans. Shinobi schools. Research labs. If it breathes in the Leaf or beyond, I want it monitored or owned."
Orochimaru's grin widened unnaturally. "I can create new infiltration breeds… perhaps genotypes that mimic kekkei genkai, or—"
"No monsters," Alaric snapped. "Only tools we can control. Your leash hasn't loosened yet."
Root personnel morale: Stabilizing under new hierarchical clarity, Astra noted. Begin planting subroutines into existing Root officers. Loyalty synchronization: 82% complete.
Alaric stood.
"I'll give you time to adapt. But we're rewriting everything. Including the training regimen."
Danzo frowned. "We have decades of covert tradition—"
"Your best operative got caught defecting. Twice."
Danzo's jaw tightened.
"Starting tomorrow," Alaric continued, "we introduce hand-to-hand training based on efficiency, not style. Chakra use is to be minimal. We're not teaching ninjutsu anymore. We're teaching elimination."
Orochimaru blinked. "Then what are we raising?"
Alaric looked him dead in the eye.
"Ghosts."
He turned, walking toward the exit.
"And I'm their king."
---
[TIME REMAINING: 1h 22m]
[SYSTEM: INTEGRATION OF ROOT COMPLETED—COGNITIVE WEB ONLINE]
[NEW DIRECTIVE UNLOCKED: "SILENT THRONE"]
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Root had layers even Danzo hadn't fully mapped.
Long before the Second Great Ninja War, the foundation was laid by men whose names were no longer spoken—sealed under ciphers and curses. Beneath the known laboratories and training halls was a sub-level untouched by over half a century.
Even Danzo hesitated before descending the final stairwell.
"This place wasn't meant to be accessed," he muttered. "It predates me."
"I'm not asking for its permission," Alaric said flatly, his hand already pressed against the chakra lock.
Astra pulsed.
Ancient containment seals detected. Reconstructing encryption patterns...complete.
The seals shimmered, then vanished.
The door groaned open, revealing a vault that was too quiet. No chakra hum. No dust. Just a silence so profound it felt like the air refused to move.
Inside were seven pods, lined in a perfect semicircle. They didn't pulse like modern preservation tanks. They didn't even glow. They simply… existed.
Danzo's voice was nearly a whisper. "Classified as the Silent Seven. Sealed by Tobirama himself. Experiments to forge artificial jinchūriki, long before the Tailed Beasts were stabilized."
"And why weren't they used?" Alaric asked.
"They were...too quiet."
Alaric raised a brow. "Too quiet?"
"They didn't speak. Didn't scream. Didn't die. They just waited."
Astra's voice echoed softly.
Chakra signatures dormant, but not null. Recommend initiating external data tether. Potential psychic interface available with Pod-03: Residual synaptic patterns show anomalous mimicry protocol.
"…That sounds suspiciously like a skill tree node I'd click just to see what happens," Alaric muttered.
Orochimaru chuckled behind him. "What does your little assistant say?"
Alaric approached Pod-03. Inside floated a young woman—late teens in appearance, silver hair drifting like strands of moonlight, eyes closed, a cursed seal crawling along her spine in a loop that resembled the ouroboros.
"Looks like they tried to create divinity and stopped at purgatory," he said. "Activate her."
Danzo stepped forward. "Are you sure—"
"I'm not asking."
Alaric placed his hand on the glass. Astra's code shimmered across his palm like frost forming into fractals.
Interface established.
Warning: Subject consciousness may overwrite peripheral systems. Proceed?
"Yes."
Linking now.
The world blinked.
Suddenly, Alaric was not alone in his own head.
---
It felt like standing in the middle of a battlefield, yet hearing only a lullaby. The voice that spoke wasn't human—it was something forged around humanity.
"You are not from this world," the voice said, hollow and melodic.
"Neither were the rules I broke to get here," Alaric replied.
A pause. Then—soft laughter.
"I was born in silence. Trained in isolation. Forgotten in design. Yet you found me."
"I don't find things," Alaric said. "I make use of what others waste."
"You speak like a king."
"I've been worse."
Her voice grew clearer. Curious. Wanting. "Then crown me your blade, O Dead King."
Astra's voice flickered in.
Root Directive Extension: Subordinate Protocol Accepted. Subject Pod-03: Name Reassigned – SILENT EDGE.
Alaric's eyes snapped open. The tank hissed. Pod-03 began to drain.
Orochimaru leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "What… did you awaken?"
Alaric didn't look away from the pod. "My first real soldier."
The girl stepped out—nude, calm, and utterly unshaken by the world she re-entered. Her eyes opened.
They were solid black.
---
[TIME REMAINING: 1h 02m]
[SYSTEM: Subordinate Acquired – "Silent Edge"]
[Hidden Skill Fragment Unlocked – "Living Curse: Ouroboros Circuit"]
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Hey guys my new fanfiction, this is completely AU, won't be going in original pace, Kreig ain't a pssy, with all that strength, brain of a maniac and a assistant? Nahh, he ain't going in original timeline...zetsu's gonna get his ass beaten though, and tsunade is gonna get busted....
Let's see, first chapter is all good, added a oc already...k then, seeya in next chapter.
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