The air around Olympus crackled with divine tension as the assembled heroes soared into the realm of the immortals—an assault long in the making. The skies above glowed golden, streaked with red clouds as divine energies collided with mortal will. Thunder boomed through the heavens, not from nature, but from Zeus, who stood atop the highest peak of Olympus, a fury in his eyes and lightning in his hands.
At the forefront, Naruto descended like a falling star, his eyes locked on Hera, whose expression was caught somewhere between shock and disdain.
"You dare bring your mortal war to Olympus?" Hera spat, her divine aura flaring. "You've grown arrogant."
"No," Naruto said coldly, raising his blade wreathed in chakra and divine energy, "I've grown tired of immortals thinking themselves above judgment."
Before Hera could speak again, Naruto was upon her. A single slash, enhanced by the essence of Hephaestus's vengeance, cut through her defenses. Her screams echoed through the halls as she fell, her divine form burning away under the weight of her sins.
"Hera is dead!" Naruto announced to the world, his voice cutting through the air like a storm. "Let Olympus hear it: justice has come!"
The skies broke open as Zeus descended, fury incarnate. He landed with the force of a meteor, shattering the marble beneath him as lightning danced in a sphere around his body.
"You've made your last mistake, mortal," Zeus roared. "You bring ruin to Olympus for your own rage."
"You brought it on yourselves," Naruto growled. "You sinned, you lied, you played with the lives of mortals like they were chess pieces. You never once learned. I promised Hephaestus I'd make you pay—and I will."
Their blades and bolts met in a flash of celestial energy, illuminating the battlefield below.
Meanwhile, the battlefield sprawled across the vast divine realm.
Raven and Kara moved in tandem through a horde of Olympian defenders—Persephone, Demeter, Iris, and even Hebe, daughter of Hera. Raven's dark wings of shadow pulsed with magic as she teleported between attacks, while Kara struck with the speed and force of a star.
Persephone hurled waves of death magic at them. "You dare defile the sacred halls with your mortal stench?!"
Kara caught her by the throat mid-attack, her eyes glowing. "You ruled over decay while your husband violated mortals. You stood by. You don't get to speak of defilement."
With a twist, she hurled Persephone into a marble column as Raven's chains of shadow dragged Demeter into a pit of dark matter.
"This is for every soul you let suffer," Raven whispered, her tone colder than any void.
Elsewhere, Diana and Donna fought their blood—Ares, the immortal of war himself. The battlefield warped around him with every movement. Steel formed and vanished. Spears rained from the sky, and war cries filled the air.
"You were meant to fight with me, Diana," Ares bellowed as he drove a burning sword down at her. "You could've ruled the mortal world with war as your weapon!"
Diana parried his strike with her glowing bracelets. "Then you never understood me. I was born to protect, not to conquer."
"A child clinging to compassion," Ares spat. "And you, Donna—how far you've fallen."
Donna's lasso crackled with Titan energy. "Fallen? No, Ares… I rose. Above you. Above your poison."
Together, the sisters fought like twin storms, weaving around each other, their divine blood answering the call of war—but not in Ares' name. Each strike was a rebellion. Each wound they inflicted was a denouncement of the legacy he tried to impose.
Across the field, a light shimmered. Hestia, Athena, and Artemis stood before a group of Olympian warriors—but their weapons were not raised against the heroes.
Hestia stepped forward. "This isn't justice. This is ego," she said to the defenders of Olympus. "I will not fight for tyrants."
Athena nodded, her silver armor gleaming. "They've sinned without consequence for too long. It's time Olympus is rebuilt without rot."
Artemis knocked an arrow and let it fly—into the chest of a fellow immortal, not a hero. "The hunt is over," she whispered, "and I've found the prey."
Their betrayal turned the tide of battle. Confused Olympians faltered, caught between loyalty and logic. The immortals of war and lightning fought, but the immortals of wisdom, home, and the hunt fought beside mortals now.
Back in the heart of Olympus, Naruto and Zeus clashed on the very summit, where clouds swirled, and bolts of lightning met energy forged in infinite realms. Their battle shook the heavens.
Zeus snarled, bleeding divine ichor. "You think you've won because you've cut a few throats?"
"I don't think I've won," Naruto said, panting, his skin marked by divine wounds, "I know I haven't—yet. But I know your time is over. Olympus will fall today… not because I desire it, but because the world no longer needs you."
Zeus raised his lightning spear, but Naruto's eyes burned with the weight of Menma's sacrifice, of his friends' pain, and the love he still carried despite everything.
With one final cry—a primal roar—Naruto unleashed the sealing technique blessed by Hestia, amplified by Raven's magic and Athena's wisdom. It pierced through Zeus like the will of the world itself.
As the immortal collapsed, Olympus quaked… not from destruction, but from the unraveling of an empire that had long outlived its grace.
Olympus had fallen… but the price was steep.
Naruto stood amidst the ruins of the divine palace, his breath ragged, body bruised and battered, but eyes gleaming with something far more terrifying than rage—hunger. Not for revenge, not for validation… but for power.
He looked down at Hera's body—burning, disintegrating—and without a moment of hesitation, he reached into the core of her being and absorbed her divine essence. Her screams echoed through the collapsing palace, but they were quickly silenced as her power flowed into him.
Still, it wasn't enough.
As Zeus fell with him into the chasm torn through Olympus by their clash, Naruto gripped him by the throat and plunged a blade forged from his will into the immortal's chest.
"You've ruled long enough," Naruto whispered. "Now... I do."
Zeus's roar of agony shook the skies, but Naruto didn't flinch. Instead, he tore open the immortal's divine core and drank from it. It was madness—greedy, desperate madness. He wanted more than justice. He wanted absolution through strength. To never be in a position to lose anyone again.
But the universe has rules, and even immortals pay a price.
As Naruto returned, his body began to betray him.
He stumbled. His hands glowed with divine light one moment and disintegrated the next. His skin burned away and regrew in the same instant. He was both alive and dying—his soul caught in a violent loop of rebirth and decay.
"Naruto!" Raven cried as she appeared beside him, her magic rushing into his body.
It fizzled, cracked, and exploded back at her. "It's not working—his essence is rejecting itself!" she yelled, panic rising.
Kurama emerged from within, his chakra flaring. "I can't… I can't stabilize him. The immortally essence and his chakra—they're eating each other!"
Naruto screamed. His power exploded outward, leveling the nearby ruins, sending even Kara and Diana flying back.
And then Gaia appeared.
The Primordial Mother, towering and radiant, her steps made the earth bloom. She raised a hand, and reality bent, stabilizing the area.
"He is ascending… but he is broken," she murmured, inspecting his trembling body. "He has taken in too much—power not meant for mortals or even immortals. There's only one solution."
Before Raven could speak, Gaia began the ritual.
Naruto's body lifted into the air, cocooned by roots and golden light. His scream turned to silence as his soul was drawn inward. His skin cracked as his essence realigned.
His eyes opened—no longer Rinnegan, no longer Sage Mode.
They had become golden Dharma Wheels, glowing with a divine truth. On his forehead, two majestic horns curved upward, and his chakra darkened into a deep, molten gold. His body—leaner, purer, Otsutsuki—was a marvel. The transformation was complete.
But the consequences were immediate.
As Naruto touched the ground again and tried to move, his legs buckled. When he tried to channel chakra—it screamed against his veins.
His own body rejected him.
"AAARGH!" he cried out, clutching his chest as veins pulsed dark with poisoned chakra.
Gaia's face grew grim. "His body is no longer compatible. The divine chakra and Otsutsuki physiology... they war inside him."
Kurama shook his head. "It's killing him. He's dying by the second."
Raven fell to her knees beside him, eyes filled with tears. "There must be something we can do! There has to be!"
Gaia closed her eyes. "Only one path remains—remove the chakra system. Cleanse him of his power. He will live… but crippled. Forever."
The silence was suffocating.
The heavens had not yet quieted when darkness returned.
The broken remnants of Olympus still smoldered as Naruto stood among immortals and mortals, scarred and altered. The air was thick with the weight of choices, pain, and an uncertain future—until it became thicker still, as the very sky dimmed and Nyx appeared.
No words passed his lips.
The moment his golden dharma-wheel eyes locked on her, Naruto struck.
A single punch—unrestrained, feral, and saturated with emotion—sent her flying. Her form crashed through a dozen ruined structures, divine stones cracking under the force. Dust and debris scattered, but Naruto wasn't done.
He followed, appearing before she could stop spinning through the rubble and drove his foot into her back. She crashed downward, carving a crater into the broken earth below. Naruto landed, straddled her chest, and his fists rained down.
One. Two. Ten. Dozens.
Each strike was a scream. Each punch a cry of betrayal. Blood spilled—or what passed for blood in the body of a primordial deity.
"Why won't you resist?!" Naruto roared, his fists trembling. "Do you think I'll forgive you if you just lie there?!"
Nyx's cracked lips curled into a soft smile, blood painting her teeth. "No… I simply didn't expect this result," she replied calmly, as if she were resting beneath the stars. "My goal was to enjoy a game between us. To push your side faster, to push you faster. You should understand… accelerated growth always comes through challenge."
Naruto's fist froze in midair. She was smiling—genuinely. That smile made something in his soul twist.
"I've already given Shuten the knowledge of who and what she is. So… she'll need her papa's help. She might break down without it."
His fingers clenched tighter. "You want thanks, huh?"
"Of course not," she replied lightly. "But what choice do you have?"
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with eternal night. "Do you truly think you could beat me? I am the immortal darkness of the universe, Naruto. Of all the universe. You… are not even a fraction of my power yet. Not even one percent."
He moved to crush her throat—but she vanished into a trail of shimmering black smoke.
Before he could react, he felt arms slide around him from behind. Nyx reformed there, pressing her face into his neck like a lover, her voice a breath of silk.
"If I truly wanted you… no one could save you. Not your mother. Not Kara. Not even Gaia."
Naruto's body tensed, but she continued, voice now edged with something darker.
"Become mine, Naruto," she whispered. "And you'll never feel this helplessness again. I'll protect you from pain… from the cruelty of beings like Darkseid and Trigon. What I did was tame, Naruto. A taste of reality. I played fair… they wouldn't."
Her presence smothered him, but she wasn't done.
"I love our games. I love you, in my way—fighting you, teasing you, sleeping with you."
Black tendrils coiled around him as her essence began to sink into his skin, embracing him fully.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU BITCH!" Kara screamed, her heat vision bursting forward, merged with Raven's dark magic. The beams shot directly through Nyx—
—but they passed through her harmlessly, as if she were an illusion.
"Such naughty little girls," Nyx said with a mocking pout. "Can't you see I'm talking?"
Donna hurled herself forward, trying to grab Naruto and pull him free—but she too phased through him like mist.
Gaia's hands glowed with ancient power as she raised barriers and spells of containment, but even she was ensnared, bound by Nyx's crawling darkness.
"No," Naruto whispered, watching the despair in their faces. "She's too strong. There's nothing you can do."
He looked down at his hands. Stronger than immortals, fused with divine and Otsutsuki essence—yet utterly useless against her.
He had seen defeat. But never like this.
He bowed his head… and said the words he never thought he would.
"I submit."
A silence followed—one that screamed louder than any battle cry.
Nyx blinked, then smiled. "It's not surrender, Naruto… it's acceptance of my confession."
She turned him in her embrace and kissed him.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't romantic. It was a collision of pain, rage, and yearning. His lips trembled with all the fury he could not release. She felt it—and smiled deeper.
"For the first time," she whispered as they parted, "you've shown me your heart in a kiss."
He trembled. She held him closer.
"Don't worry," Nyx said, brushing a finger down his jaw. "I never regret my actions. This was fun. But it's only the beginning. Now that you've accepted me, I'll pull back a little… for now. But we'll play again. Many more times."
She turned into a shadow and rose into the night like a wraith, vanishing beyond their reach.
The heroes collapsed around him. Gaia's seals fell, Raven wept openly, and Kara gritted her teeth so hard they cracked.
Naruto didn't speak.
Because deep inside him… he knew the war was far from over.
And now… he was playing by her rules.