Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

"You can leave now as she has chosen her place," Naruto said, his golden gaze unwavering. "Know that I do not have any animosity toward you, but I do not accept wrongdoings. It would be better for you to stop walking such a destructive path."

Raven's jaw tightened, her sharp eyes narrowing at his words. She had faced countless enemies, stood before powerful figures who had tried to control or stop her, but this felt different. There was no arrogance in his tone, no sense of superiority—just certainty.

"I will help you and can help you," Naruto continued. "If it is something that does not harm others. I know you have gone through things much worse than I have, but I can understand what you feel. That is why you are still standing here instead of lying in the dirt."

Jean sucked in a breath. He spoke with such knowledge, as if he had glimpsed into their souls and laid bare the scars they carried.

Naruto's gaze flickered toward Raven. "You, especially, carry a burden heavier than most. The pain, the betrayal, the endless war between survival and morality—it weighs on you. I see it. And because I understand, I am offering you all a choice."

Raven clenched her fists, her mind racing. He understood her? No, that was impossible. No one could truly understand what it was like to live in her skin, to endure the suffering she had endured, to be hunted, betrayed, and forced to become what she was.

But something in his voice, something in the way he looked at her, made it seem like he truly did.

"I will give you an option," Naruto said, his voice as steady as the earth beneath them. "Consider leaving this world."

That statement alone sent shockwaves through the group.

"I can send you to my world, where people like us exist. Or I can help you live on another planet in this solar system. It is easy for me. A new start, a new chance to live without persecution, without war, without the cycle of hate repeating itself over and over again."

Raven's breath caught in her throat. Another world? The very idea was absurd, but the way he spoke of it made it sound as if it was nothing more than lifting a hand and willing it into reality.

Jean was equally shaken. If what he was saying was true, if he truly could relocate them to another planet or dimension, then the mutant struggle—everything they had fought for—could be rewritten in an instant.

Naruto's gaze darkened slightly, his expression turning colder. "However, if you continue to deny the right choices I have given you… then I shall end you for breaking the rules of my dominion."

His words sent an unmistakable chill through the air.

It was a warning. A final one.

This was not an offer of debate. It was a declaration of his will, and they felt it. He was not a passive observer, not a powerful entity who simply existed without intervention. He was someone who acted, who enforced.

And if they crossed the line, he would not hesitate to erase them.

For the first time in a long while, Raven felt true, bone-deep fear. Not the fear of losing, not the fear of dying, but the fear of standing before something truly beyond her comprehension.

This was not a man they could manipulate. This was not a force they could fight.

This was a being who decided the fates of those who stood before him.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Jean swallowed hard, forcing herself to maintain composure. "I… appreciate the offer," she said carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this is our home. We can't abandon it."

Naruto's gaze didn't waver. "Then protect it without losing yourself in the process."

Jean and the X-Men stood in stunned silence, still processing the sheer weight of the moment. But Raven, ever the pragmatist, had swiftly recalibrated her approach. The man before her wasn't simply powerful—he was a ruler. An entity who carried both dominion and responsibility, unlike many of the warlords, dictators, and so-called leaders she had encountered in her long life.

With a calculated step forward, she lowered her head slightly in respect—not submission, but acknowledgment of his stature. "Excuse me, my lord. How may I address you?"

Jean stiffened at Raven's sudden shift in demeanor, but she understood it. Raven was a survivor, an infiltrator, someone who adapted to any environment like water filling a vessel. And now, she was treating Naruto as she would a king or emperor.

Naruto was amused by her antics. There was something unmistakably familiar about her—the way she masked her true emotions, the way she quickly assessed the situation and adjusted. Yes, she was definitely one of his kind. A ninja.

"You may call me Naruto Uzumaki," he said with a small, knowing smile. "My dominion is beyond your imagination."

With a casual motion, he raised a hand, and in an instant, their surroundings changed. What had once been the cold, darkened forest was now replaced by an overwhelming vista of his empire—a world of towering cities, lush landscapes, and countless people of all races and origins living in harmony. It was not just a vision—it felt real. The weight of it, the presence of thousands, millions of lives, all intertwined in an intricate network of prosperity and unity.

Jean gasped as she felt the sheer force of Naruto's will pressing against her mind. This wasn't a fantasy—it was reality.

Raven, despite her decades of experience in deception, felt an unfamiliar emotion creeping in. Awe.

Before they could even react, another voice joined in, warm yet unwavering in its strength.

"My husband is one who loves all his people," Hinata said, stepping forward, her presence radiating a quiet but undeniable power. "And if there is even a single percent of good within you, then we shall guide you toward the good. Only those who desire the path of destruction shall face destruction. No one else."

She raised her hand, and another shift in the vision occurred.

Now, they saw the layers of Naruto's empire beyond its grandeur—hospitals that healed not only the body but the soul, educational institutions designed to nurture both power and wisdom, rehabilitation centers where even the most lost could find redemption. Systems carefully crafted to protect, uplift, and guide all who lived within his dominion.

This was not an empire ruled by fear or oppression. This was a civilization built upon an unwavering belief in true harmony.

A place where suffering had no place.

A place where utopia was not a dream, but a reality.

Jean's hands trembled slightly. For years, Charles had dreamed of coexistence between mutants and humans. But this—this was something greater, something far beyond what she had ever imagined.

Raven, despite herself, felt the pull of something dangerous—hope.

This was more than an offer. This was a recruitment.

And that made the situation infinitely more complicated.

Raven let out a breath, carefully schooling her expression. "We will think about it," she said finally, her voice measured but sincere. "And thank you… for taking care of my child."

Her gaze flickered toward Rogue for a brief moment, a rare softness in her features. Then, with a nod, she turned and began to walk away.

Jean hesitated, glancing back at Naruto and Hinata . There was so much she still wanted to ask, so much she still needed to understand.

Hinata gave him a questioning glance. "What is it?"

Naruto smirked slightly. "I was just wondering… should I or should I not tell her that her son is standing right there?" His gaze was focused on Kurt also known as Nightcrawler.

As the group stood in the quiet forest, Naruto cast a glance toward Rogue before turning his attention back to Jean. The atmosphere was calm, but an unspoken understanding passed between them—this was a significant moment, and they both knew it.

"Hope you're okay with this arrangement," Naruto asked, his voice carrying an easy confidence.

Jean nodded. "We don't mind. It's her choice, and being with you seems safe for her." She paused, then added, "But do you know the way?"

Naruto smirked. "Yes."

Jean raised an eyebrow before realization dawned. He was reading them again.

"Oh…" she murmured, unable to stop a flicker of irritation. She wasn't used to people bypassing her psychic defenses so casually.

Naruto, unfazed by her reaction, continued. "Will I need to be there for the registration, or do I send her in the morning alone?"

"She can come alone," Jean confirmed.

"Good." Naruto nodded. Then, after a brief pause, he stepped forward. "Before we take our leave, I have something to talk to you about."

Jean's curiosity was piqued, especially when she noticed the subtle shift in the air. There was a faint pressure around them, a sensation she recognized immediately.

A barrier.

She glanced around briefly before following him, her instincts on high alert. This wasn't just a casual conversation—whatever he wanted to say, he didn't want anyone else hearing it.

"This has to do with you," Naruto clarified. "So I don't want anyone else listening."

Jean tensed slightly. "About me?"

There was something about his tone that unsettled her. It wasn't threatening, but it carried a weight that made her stomach twist.

Naruto turned to her, his eyes calm yet piercing. "I want to ask—what happened to the Phoenix?"

Jean's heart skipped a beat.

She had expected that question at some point. Anyone who had the level of power Naruto displayed would undoubtedly know about her connection to the cosmic force.

"I wanted it to leave me," she said, keeping her voice steady. "So it did."

She didn't elaborate further. The Phoenix Force had been both a blessing and a curse—power beyond comprehension, but with a cost too great to bear. It had amplified her abilities, made her more than she ever was, but at the same time, it had nearly consumed her, nearly erased her in the process. She had been sick of it, of the chaos and destruction it brought into her life. So she had rejected it.

Naruto studied her for a long moment before speaking again. "I see. I understand your reasons… but you should know that my wife is also one of its vessels."

Jean's eyes widened slightly.

"However," Naruto continued with a chuckle, "she's quite jealous of you. The Phoenix never granted her as much power as it did you, nor did it seem to test you as harshly as it does her."

Jean frowned at that. The Phoenix Force was beyond mortal understanding, its choices often inexplicable.

"But there's something you need to understand, Jean." Naruto's voice turned serious. "Power is a necessity in this world. And you—"your world"—desperately need it. If you don't want your world to vanish, I'd advise you to reconsider your situation. Properly communicate with the Phoenix. If you need help, I'll assist you."

Jean blinked in surprise. This was… different. Most people told her to stay away from the Phoenix, to suppress it, to never let it take hold of her again. But here was a man—an emperor, no less—telling her the opposite.

She wanted to dismiss it, to brush aside his advice as just another powerful being making assumptions about her life.

But she couldn't.

Because he was right.

She had witnessed firsthand the cosmic threats lurking in the universe—Galactus, the Silver Surfer, entities so powerful that even mutants, even Earth itself, were mere specks in their path. And when she had stood before them, she had realized the brutal truth—she couldn't do anything. Even with her Omega-level power, she had been nothing but an observer.

That thought alone sent an uneasy shiver down her spine.

She hesitated, then spoke carefully. "I'll speak with Charles and get back to you." She met his gaze with sincerity. "Thank you for telling me. I really do appreciate it."

Naruto gave her a nod before turning back, and together, they returned to the others.

With quick farewells, Naruto, Hinata, and Rogue vanished, teleporting away to the home Naruto's clone had arranged for them.