Cherreads

[Multiverse]: A Hero's Journey [EN]

PancnHuebo
Dante is reborn in a world where he can have everything he wants. But that doesn't fill the empty world around him; with a system that will help him obtain weapons and other small benefits, he will launch himself into different worlds to have an epic adventure and seek to make a name for himself in these vast universes. Universes to explore: Starting world: One Piece 1st Fate/Stay Night - Fate/Grand Order 2nd Naruto 3rd Boku no Hero Academia 4th Bleach 5th Mashup world (HOTD, Danganronpa, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bocchi the Rock, Noragami, Kaguya-sama, possible suggestions) 6th Marvel (mixes the movie world and the comic book world) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Most likely, this fanfic will not have chapters very closely or sequentially, due to university things and having to do other things, so if something happens that does not let me continue writing the story, it will be known. Finally, if by chance in life they copy, plagiarize, or upload the story in other places asking for money and stuff, I will most likely abandon the fic. If you want to summarize it in any media, try to contact me first. Thank you very much. The cover image no longer belongs to me; all rights belong to its creator. English is not my original language; if anyone knows of any free programs that are better than Google Translate, it would be appreciated.
Table of contents
Latest Updates

I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
Aetherion_Vael · 2.2k Views