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Dragon Across the Multiverse

Prologue

(A Month Later)

After spending the past year scouring the Naruto world and wiping out the Otsutsuki Clan, I finally took a well-earned vacation in my Demiplane with everyone.

The last month had been blissful—sun-drenched days on the beach, late-night walks under star-filled skies, and exploring the intricacies of our newly crafted home.

And, well… a lot of sex.

Now that Kushina had officially staked her claim, the others wasted no time. It was like the floodgates had opened, and every night was a passionate blur. Still, only those I had already been intimate with—Izumi, Kushina, and the most recent addition, Mei—had joined my bed so far.

But even with all the indulgence and downtime, some responsibilities couldn’t be ignored. Which is how I found myself here, in a formal meeting with Hiashi and Shisui—the respective heads of the Hyūga and Uchiha clans, both of whom had chosen to follow me and forsake their ties to Konoha.

"Thank you for agreeing to see us, Akari-dono." Hiashi bowed respectfully, his demeanor more relaxed than the stern man I once knew. I suppose reviving his daughter, sparing his clan’s chakra, and giving them a future in a new world earned me some goodwill.

“I hope you’ve been well, Akari-sama,” Shisui added, his tone full of quiet appreciation. He owed me a lot too—bringing his people back from the dead tends to earn loyalty.

I gave a lazy wave of my hand. “Don’t mention it. I’ve been doing great, honestly. Nothing like a long break to recharge your soul.”

The meeting was held in a replica of the White Council Chamber from Lord of the Rings—though mine had way more chairs and a touch more flair. Because why not?

“I should probably apologize for keeping you waiting a month,” I admitted, leaning back in my seat. “But let’s get down to business. You’re here to talk about settling down, right?”

They nodded in sync.

“Correct, Akari-dono. We didn’t want to overstep, especially after the hospitality you’ve shown so far,” Hiashi said.

I’d constructed a small neighborhood of temporary housing for them using my clones when we first arrived—a modest start, but it had served well enough for now.

With a flick of my hand, a map appeared midair and gently unfurled onto the table. Neither of them flinched—at this point, they were used to my many abilities.

It took us a few hours, but we hashed out the details, deciding where their compounds would be built and factoring in space for future expansions.

‘Man, I really miss Geld and the dwarves. Urban planning isn’t my thing,’ I sighed inwardly.

The day wasn’t even close to over. I’d already started it by binding and selling the souls of the Edo Tensei targets Kabuto had brought me. As a reward, I revived someone precious to him—Yakushi Nonou, his old caretaker, back in her prime. The teen’s face when he saw her again? Priceless.

After that, I made some much-needed upgrades using my stash of IMG Tickets.

First, I bought the Elder Dragon Perk, unlocking the Oblivion element—because of course, I had to keep the Marvel naming trend alive. Then came Pocket Star, which transformed my Demiplane into a full-fledged planet orbiting an actual sun. Earth-sized. Real-time day-night cycles. The works.

The final upgrade? Additional Binding, which let me re-purchase the Company Stamp. Now, my companions could mark others in my stead. Efficiency and delegation—check.

‘Now all that’s left is sorting through the targets Velgrynd and my clones collected.’

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(Later That Evening)

‘Ciel, I’ve been thinking. How many souls will we need to awaken the others once we’re back in Tensura?’

“To artificially trigger an awakening, we’ll need 100,000 souls per individual,” she replied promptly, as efficient as ever.

‘So... that’s at least 1.2 million souls for the Twelve Guardian Lords.’

“I recommend Master collects at least five million. Now that you’ve unlocked all ten ‘Voice of the World’ AP purchases, even your other subordinates may evolve unexpectedly depending on their race.”

‘You just love pushing the boundaries, don’t you?’ I chuckled, knowing full well Ciel always planned ten steps ahead.

“That’s why I’ve already compiled a list of potential worlds we could visit that match our soul-harvesting criteria~” she added, clearly pleased with herself.

I laughed. ‘Of course you have. Let’s see it then, my little genius.’

Ciel materialized beside me, cheeks a light shade of pink as she shyly handed me the list and settled on my lap like it was her throne.

I shook my head in amusement, pulled her closer, and scanned the document she’d prepared.

Worlds Suitable for Soul Harvesting:

·         Zom 100

·         Highschool of the Dead

·         A Song of Ice and Fire

·         Hunger Games

·         Star Wars

·         Gate: JSDF Fought There!

·         The Walking Dead

·         Berserk

·         Project Zomboid

·         Infection Free Zone

·         Kuroinu

·         Blue Exorcist

·         Left 4 Dead

·         Resident Evil

·         RWBY

·         Bleach

·         Chainsaw Man

·         Hazbin Hotel

·         Shinmai Maou

·         Prototype

·         Seven Mortal Sins

·         InFamous

·         Halo

·         Darksiders

·         Devil May Cry

·         DOOM

“That’s... a lot,” I whistled, pecking her cheek and enjoying the way her blush deepened.

“T-Thank you, Master,” she stammered. “I filtered out any that would present real risk. These should be straightforward.”

I conjured a marker and began crossing off a few that didn’t interest me or lacked intel.

Goodbye, Hunger Games, Walking Dead, Berserk, Project Zomboid... the list narrowed quickly.

That left a solid pool: Zom 100, Highschool of the Dead, ASOIAF, Star Wars, Gate, Kuroinu, Resident Evil, RWBY, Bleach, Shinmai Maou, Prototype, Seven Mortal Sins, Darksiders, DMC, and DOOM.

‘Zombies, demons, anime girls, fantasy drama, and apocalyptic chaos. Quite the buffet.’

“Akari! Time for dinner!” Kushina’s voice echoed from downstairs, shaking us out of strategy mode.

I chuckled, putting the list in my inventory. “Looks like the Queen calls. We’ll continue this later.”

I glanced at Ciel, still perched on my lap. “So? Join me for dinner?”

She blinked, surprised. “Master... you know I don’t need to eat. Neither do you.”

“Need? No. But food still tastes great—and we have an entire kitchen of talented chefs and a Kushina with a ladle. Come on, Ciel.”

Scooping her into my arms without waiting for a reply, I headed downstairs, smiling at her shy stuttering as she buried her face into my chest.

Another evening in paradise.

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As I stepped into the grand dining hall, Ciel still nestled shyly in my arms, the soft clinking of silverware and bubbling laughter greeted us like a warm embrace. The long obsidian table stretched across the room, bathed in a golden glow cast by floating crystals overhead, giving the space a serene, welcoming atmosphere.

“About time you showed up,” Mei called from her seat near the head of the table, smirking as she rested her cheek on one hand and sipped from a glass of wine. “We were this close to starting without you.”

“Akari~!” Hinata waved softly, her smile as gentle as ever. Seated beside her, her twin sister Hanabi leaned forward on one elbow, eyes dancing with mischief.

“Took you long enough, Sensei~,” Hanabi teased, chin propped in her hand. “We thought you got lost—or that Ciel-san decided to keep you all to herself.”

Ciel let out a quiet squeak and quickly buried her face even deeper in my chest. “M-Master was discussing important matters with me… It wasn’t my intention to delay the gathering…”

Kushina huffed from the stove, apron tied over her casual clothes. “I told you I’d call him. Honestly, the lot of you act like starved wolves.”

Ciel stiffened in my arms as every gaze turned our way. I gave her a reassuring squeeze before gently setting her down. “Ciel decided to join us tonight,” I said casually, guiding her toward an empty seat beside mine.

For a heartbeat, the room stilled—surprised glances, hidden grins—then Izumi beamed. “That’s wonderful! Welcome, Ciel.”

Karin chuckled softly. “We’re glad you came.”

“Yeah,” Naruko added with a shy smile. “Nice to have you here, Ciel. Feels nice not being the newest person in the table.” The blonde had started to come out of her shell after her month with us.

At the far end of the table, Veldora waved his fork enthusiastically, mouth still half-full. “Akari! Hurry up and eat! This roast is divine!”

Tsunade sat nearby, sipping a small saucer of sake, watching the room’s energy with a relaxed, almost fond smile. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, her posture casual, at ease.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” she said, lifting her drink slightly in my direction. “We were about to start betting how long Ciel would keep you to herself.”

Ciel flushed crimson, quickly looking down at her lap. I reached over and ruffled her hair. “Ignore them—they’re just teasing.”

“I-I know, Master…” she murmured, her voice quiet but content as she leaned slightly into my hand.

Once everyone was settled, dishes began to pass around the table. Warm food, brighter laughter, and drifting conversation filled the air. Hinata and Hanabi chatted eagerly with Velgrynd about her time in other planets, while Naruko chimed in with wild speculations about what different aliens she saw.

Meanwhile, Veldora launched into another dramatic retelling—this time about how he fought off a giant crab with a ladle—only to nearly knock over a bowl of stew in the process.

Kushina smacked him on the back of the head with the serving spoon before he could finish. “Eat. And stop talking with your mouth full.”

Velzard, ever composed, dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Honestly, I don’t know why we let him near the table.”

“Because I’m fun!” Veldora declared proudly, lifting his mug—only to slosh half its contents onto his shirt.

“Fun is debatable,” Velgrynd muttered dryly into her drink.

Despite the bickering, the teasing, the bursts of laughter and chaos, a calm warmth settled deep in my chest.

Ciel’s hand slipped beneath the table and gently found mine, her fingers lacing with mine. She gave it a soft squeeze.

She didn’t need to say anything.

I understood.

This—this right here—was happiness.

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(After Dinner)

The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of magical energy echoing through the crystalline windows of my study. Moonlight from my Pocket Star's sun washed over the obsidian floor, catching the edges of floating data-screens that hovered around me in lazy orbits.

I stood at the heart of the room, arms crossed, staring at the hovering list Ciel had compiled earlier. She stood beside me, elegant as always, her fake glasses perched delicately on her nose—a whimsical fashion choice that, ironically, made her look adorable.

“Well, Master?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Have you come to a decision?”

I let my finger drift across the screen, the list reshuffling itself at my touch. The familiar worlds glowed like possibilities just waiting to be cracked open.

Top Three:

·         Resident Evil

·         Prototype

·         RWBY

“Prototype is tempting,” I said aloud. “A lot of biomass, a lot of infected… But the whole place is one giant mess. Too chaotic. No good starting point.”

Ciel gave a slow nod. “Agreed. We’ll need to be more methodical once the real harvesting begins.”

“RWBY’s got potential too,” I mused, “but I think I want something a little more grounded to start with. Something familiar.”

I smirked as I tapped the screen and locked in our choice.

Resident Evil.

A world overrun by bioengineered monstrosities. Viral outbreaks. Rogue corporations. And more than enough corrupted souls to power an army of awakenings.

“Resident Evil it is,” I said, turning to Ciel. “Zombies with mutations, secret labs, insane bosses. A classic.”

“A solid pick,” Ciel agreed, eyes flicking through submenus with practiced grace. “Low initial threat to Master. High soul density. And the psychological horror elements should be negligible given Master’s… temperament.”

I gave her a wink. “You mean my complete immunity to jump scares and love for mowing down abominations?”

She smiled. “Exactly.”

“I want this one to be a fun little adventure between guys. Let Veldora stretch his legs, burn off some energy. You and me can plan logistics while he wrecks city blocks.”

“Understood. I will summon Veldora immediately. Should I prepare some equipment?”

“Nah,” I waved it off. “We’ll keep it simple. Casual clothes, a few firearms. It’s Resident Evil—we’re not going in blind.”

Ciel raised a brow. “Master, you say ‘simple,’ but your definition includes high-frequency blades and grenade launchers.”

“Details,” I grinned. “Come on. Let’s let the girls know we’re heading out for a while. Shouldn’t take more than a week to harvest everything worthwhile.”

“As you wish,” she said, closing the last of the data screens with a flick of her hand. “I’ve already begun analyzing viral strains and soul quality distribution across Raccoon City and its outlying zones.”

I turned toward the door, the quiet crackle of portal energy already warming the air behind us. “Of course you have.”

A new world awaited. Mutants to crush. Secrets to uncover. Souls to harvest.

And for once?

Just me, and Veldora.

The boys.

Well, Ciel too of course but I couldn’t really tell her to stay back with her being part of my power and all.

Time to raise some hell.

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(Next Day)

The ambient glow of the portal shimmered like liquid glass at the far end of the hall, humming with interdimensional energy. Ciel stood nearby, going over the data again from the RE world through her floating interface while I waited in my usual relaxed posture—a long black coat hanging open, hands in my pockets.

The girls, already informed of our departure, were scattered around the room, wanting to see me off. They now quietly whispered amongst themselves.

Then came the BOOM.

The double doors flew open with a gust of wind and a dramatic “TA-DAAA!” as Veldora strode in, shirt unbuttoned halfway, sunglasses on indoors like a true delinquent dragon.

“Akariiiiii! I heard we’re going to a zombie world?! Hell yes, I was getting bored!” he bellowed, fists clenched, full of energy. “Do I get to use a rocket launcher? Please tell me I get the rocket launcher!”

I chuckled. “You’ll get your toys, don’t worry. Just don’t destroy the whole city in one go, alright?”

Veldora waved a hand. “Pfft, no promises. Even though I’ve never seen them, those buildings look really fragile in the sacred texts! I bet if I even sneeze—boom—buildings go bye-bye!”

Ciel narrowed her red eyes and looked at Veldora sternly. “Please try to restrain yourself, Veldora-san, or I will do it for you. I will not have you causing trouble for Master.”

Sweating nervously now at the look he was receiving—reminiscent of the ones his sisters would give him—Veldora nodded quickly. “I’ll try.”

I grinned. “Go easy on him, Ciel. Those buildings won’t really matter in the long run anyway.”

Ciel let out a sigh and backed down at my words. “Very well, but only because Master said so.”

Veldora breathed out a sigh of relief and threw me a thankful look, which I just nodded at.

Ciel then cleared her throat. “If I may interject, please keep in mind that the viral pathogens in Resident Evil are unstable. Causing a large-scale explosion near any research facility could risk mutating the local fauna in ways that even I would find… irritating.”

Veldora raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you’re telling me if I blow up a lab, we might get something like... a zombie T-Rex?”

Ciel paused. “Statistically? Unlikely.”

Veldora turned to me, eyes wide. “But not impossible.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Okay, now I want to see that.”

Ciel pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something about “bad influences” and “dragons being the original himbos.”

“Alright,” I said, cracking my neck. “Let’s head out before one of us gets a bright idea and builds a virus-powered kaiju.”

Veldora pointed dramatically toward the portal. “To Zombie Land! For adventure, violence, and absolutely zero emotional growth!”

I fist-bumped him. “Hell yeah.”

Ciel gave us both a long look before shaking her head and eyeing Veldora one final time. “Try not to blow up the planet.”

He gave her a thumbs-up. “Scout’s honor.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and gave one final wave to the girls as Ciel disappeared a moment later. I felt her presence return to me, settling within like a puzzle piece that complete me.

Then, without another word, I stepped through the portal with Veldora by my side, the vortex humming as it swallowed us whole.

A second later, we were gone.

Destination: Resident Evil 2/3.