All Of The Worlds Will Be Mine

One Piece Elric didn't stay long.

With a brief wave and a signature grin, he simply said his goodbye and vanished in a flash of golden light, leaving nothing but a faint breeze in his place. His usual carefree attitude remained intact until the very end.

Now, only two remained.

Overlord Elric turned his eyes toward the last figure standing in the room: Naruto Elric.

In the end, only two figures remained: Overlord Elric and Naruto Elric. Overlord Elric turned his gaze to his counterpart, a subtle understanding passing between them. He'd heard Naruto Elric's story just moments ago, a tale of near-death and harrowing survival. The kid, despite his newfound power, still seemed a little traumatized, the raw edges of fear still clinging to him. 

It hadn't been long since the boy had nearly died for the second time, and saw his father being killed almost Infront of his eyes. That kind of experience changes a person.

"…Hey," Overlord Elric said softly. "Have you thought about how you'll save your father? If you want, you can try it out on me. You know—practice, before you go."

Naruto Elric shook his head.

"No need," he replied with quiet certainty. "It'll probably be okay. And if it's not… I'll just place him in my dimension until you get your power."

He looked up, eyes gleaming with determination. "Once we are strong enough, everything should work out."

Overlord Elric's expression softened slightly.

"Oh yeah," he suddenly remembers something. "In Isshiki's dimension, time doesn't flow. So it's not like there's any rush."

He gave a half-hearted laugh, then straightened up. "I'm definitely going to another world. So… don't worry too much."

There are too many ways to treat people there, so take it easy.

They exchanged a final nod.

Then Naruto Elric turned and quietly disappeared, fading from view with a gentle swirl of chakra, like leaves caught in the wind.

Now, only Overlord Elric remained.

He stood alone in the dimly lit room, once a place filled with echoes of laughter, arguments, and shared plans. He gazed around slowly, taking in the worn furniture, the blinking computer monitors, and the imaginary scent of coffee and instant noodles, that instantly came to mind.

A nostalgic smile crossed his face.

"…It's really incredible, huh?"

And then, he too vanished.

Marvel World

Marvel Elric's eyes snapped open.

The night sky greeted him through the frosted glass of his window. It was still the same night as when he had left. The stars hadn't moved, and time had barely passed. But within him, everything had changed.

There was no more sleep in his eyes. Only pure, undiluted excitement.

He stepped out into a forest clearing just beyond his cabin. A chill breeze greeted him as he emerged under the moonlight, barefoot and dressed in nothing but casual shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt.

He clenched his fist.

A thunderous boom echoed through the trees as the sheer force of pressure released from his grip. A ripple of power blasted outward, bending the grass and shaking nearby branches.

His body was overflowing.

Overflowing with power.

He turned to a few logs stacked casually nearby. Narrowing his eyes, he focused his gaze—and in the next instant:

Shhwip—!

Everything vanished. The logs disappeared—without leaving any trace.

Marvel Elric slowly raised a hand to his eyes.

"Incredible…"

His voice was low, cold, but it carried a strange hint of awe.

"How unfortunate," he mused aloud, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I have to make new plans for the future, it seems." But his words and tone didn't match at all. There wasn't a single trace of disappointment in his voice; only pure, unadulterated triumph. The unforeseen power surge merely meant his previous plans were now delightfully insufficient.

One Week Later – Russia

Deep in an unknown forest in the heart of Russia stood an old building. Majestic and ancient, it looked like it had been abandoned decades ago. Its entire outer structure was painted in a dull forest green, perfectly blending in with the surrounding foliage.

But this was no ordinary ruin.

Inside, the facility was brimming with activity — armed guards in green military uniforms patrolled the area in organized rotations. At least ten guards roamed the perimeter at any given time.

And yet, amid these disciplined ranks and tactical formations, one figure stood out like a sore thumb.

A young man in a casual T-shirt and half pants strolled leisurely among them. He moved as though he belonged there — unarmed, relaxed, hands in his pockets.

The guards didn't bat an eye.

They didn't acknowledge him.

They didn't even see him.

He walked into the building unnoticed, like a ghost in broad daylight. Ten minutes later, he emerged again, expression calm and unreadable. The operation had gone flawlessly.

Just as he was about to open a glowing portal to leave, a sharp sound pierced the quiet forest air—

Gunfire.

Marvel Elric turned slightly.

The gunshot was distant, faint — too far for any normal soldier to notice, especially in this wind. But he heard it clearly. His enhanced senses told him exactly where it had come from.

He hesitated only for a second.

Then, curiosity guiding him, he soared toward the source.

The Crimson Clearing

What he found wasn't a battlefield.

The forest floor, normally a tapestry of green and brown, was now stained crimson.

Blood painted the grass a deep, sickly red. In the center of the carnage lay two bodies: a massive Siberian tiger and a man. Both dead. Both drenched in crimson.

Next to them, a small cub—barely the size of a house cat—nudged the tiger's body with its tiny head, licking at the blood-soaked fur, mewling softly.

Marvel Elric landed silently.

He understood the situation at a glance.

The man had likely gotten too close to the cub. The mother had attacked. A struggle followed. And now, both lay still — dead, side by side.

He knelt down and gently picked up the cub.

It shrieked loudly, its cries echoing in the forest.

He glanced around to see if any other cubs were nearby. None. Just this one.

A cold wind brushed past his face.

He looked down at the cub, whose small body trembled in his hands. Its cries were weaker now… fading.

"…You're alone in the world now, huh?"

His voice was cold and calm, but something deeper stirred behind his words.

"If you stay here, you'll die."

The cub whimpered.

"So come with me."

His tone sharpened slightly. "Take a chance on a new life. I want to test how compatible chakra is with this world's biology. Better to die doing something meaningful… than helpless and alone."

The little cub quieted down, its bright eyes staring up at him. There was something almost intelligent in that gaze—curious, alert, maybe even willing.

"…If you survive," Marvel Elric said, rising to his feet with the cub in his arms, I promised to make you the strongest creature in this multiverse, just beside me.

The wind blew again, carrying the faint scent of blood and pine.

The cub stopped crying.

"…Good," Elric said with a faint smile. "Then let's give you a name. Make you worthy to be my first partner here."

He turned toward the distant horizon, where the sky had begun to brighten ever so slightly — a faint shimmer of dawn peeking through the dark treetops.

It's already been a week, he should already get the stuff ready.