Naruto: Man Is A Monster

[FromJupiter]

[This fic can be found on webnovel with 30 chaoters ahead with the same name Man Is A Monster by FromJupiter]

[I am not a native]

[ Warning: My own stance is Neutral and this story isn't a reflection to how I think in real life... mostly. This story may contain every manner of strong opinions, religious characters preaching, racist characters being being racist, prejudice, steong antisemitic themes, pushy agenda, extreme ideologies, sensitive history, homophobic stuff, strong language, and more.

*Every character shown in this fic will have personalities, POVs, and opinions different from each other. The characters will act based on who they are and their experiences. If you have sth to say then Don't point your profanities to me but the characters.

You can stop reading right here if you don't like any of the above...

You have been cautioned.]

[ Maybe around %8 of this Fanfic is A.I, sometimes more, which only includes punctuation, spelling mistakes, and very few descriptive stuff that are hard to describe if you're not a native speaker. Then I proofread it many times before posting chapters. Everything else has been written by hand word for word]

[This is a very SERIOUS story. So please don't treat it as crack. Also, some jokes might go over your head since this was originally written on webnovel and some references can only be understood if you are a reader there.]

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Aiden Miller, or his true name behind a fake one, Adolf Miller. An 'average' 20 years old guy from Austria with black hair and blue lifeless eyes staring at nothing in particular.

Yes, that Adolf. The one with the mustache. He was his secret descendant, but no one knew of that.

If anyone knew, then who knows when his house will be promised to some particular people all of a sudden and his body will get crucified somewhere in some holy land like what they did to a certain someone with his first letter in his name starting with Jesus.

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Much to the disappointment of the mustache man, we as his descendants weren't patriotic.

Well, it's not we, but I at this point.

His family once a beacon of warmth with laughter echoing through the halls of their humble home, now is just as silent as it could be.

His parents, Adrian and Adele, the best parents someone could ask for, while his younger sister, Ami, being the sunshine of the house.

And then, there was Ayumi, his Japanese wife from Hiroshima, a descendant of a Nuke survivor, the love of his life, a woman whose mere presence could light up even the darkest corners of his world... like it did to many on August 6 1945.

It was for world peace they said.

She was strong, beautiful, clumsy at times but responsible.

It was a cold winter evening when it happened. The family had embarked on a routine outing, they drove through the streets. Yet, in an instant, tragedy struck with a truck.

The world shattered into fragments. The screeching of tires, the shattering of glass, and the sickening impact of metal meeting metal filled his ears as his entire world collapsed.

His family all died in this 'accident.'

He woke up in a sterile hospital room, surrounded by a sea of white.

He learned that he was the sole survivor of the accident.

The loss of his family and Ayumi created a void that seemed impossible to fill. Grief clung to him like a devil, devastated, and crying every day until falling asleep didn't help his mental state either.

"For God's sake, I only married the girl for one fucking half-year too and this shit happened. What did I do man? I don't remember killing people except inside Call Of Duty and Battlefield. I swear my biggest sin should be me masturbating 7 times a day like a fucking undisciplined loser when I was a teen, so why is this happening to me?!" He muttered to himself while sulking in a corner of his room.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as he was slowly healing. The physical scars gradually faded, but the emotional wounds and trauma of that day remained raw and open.

Struggling to find a sense of purpose, he became an otaku because that's what useless people do... waste time.

As Miller delved deeper into the world of anime and manga, his love for it grew. He became an avid collector, meticulously organizing his growing collection of anime stuff, video games like Where Winds Meet, manga volumes, and merchandise. The walls of his room were adorned with colorful posters of Hu Tao. Each new series he discovered became his daily dose of dopamine.

"One Punch Man? More like One Slide Man." Miller muttered as he watched the shittiest anime adaptation of all time which ruined one of the greatest mangas known to man.

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The world outside his room lost its color in his eyes, its vibrancy fading into the background. His days became a monotonous cycle...wake up, eat, shit, and lose himself in the fictional worlds that had become his sanctuary, and finally sleep again.

The outside world held little appeal.

"Is this some curse caused by the deeds of my Great ancestor? fighting the whole world because he didn't want to let %0.2 of some elites control the banks and fuck over the world with their communism disguised in democratic liberal bullshit?" Miller muttered to himself.

"I mean I get it, dude was sinful as hell, but why am I cleaning his Karma by enduring shit happening to my life? Just because I am from his blood?"

"Or is it those Elite satan worshippers pulling some black magic on my bloodline for killing a Rothschild back in the day?"

"I don't even believe in supernatural, so shouldn't that work as anti-magic technically? Should I also start worshipping devils as a counter defence? How does that even work?!"

"Damn!"

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Most days, he found himself drawn to a small entertainment center. Its shelves were lined with rows of some manga volumes, DVDs of Hollywood and many other movies and series he didn't have much interest to even look at, and some few of his favourite anime figurines.

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"And now we are with Emily."

"Thanks Dan. I'm here at Nein Comics in the German universal center to talk to local comic fans and find out what's in the bag. So, what's in the bag?" A blonde reporter asked a person.

"I got a jujutsu kaisen comic."

"Why jujutsu kaisen?" The Reporter asks with curiosity.

"Um, you know, I just saw this sick AMV on TikTok and said fuck it, why not read it? I always hate something that is popular and when everybody glaze so much of those shits, it's an instant turn off for me, but well, I will give JJK a chance. Pretty sure it's just graphics with no plot."

"Okay thanks." The Reporter, Emily, approaches another person. "What's in the bag?

"Oh, I got Demon Slayer!"

"Ohh wow, nobody usually touch that stuff, so why Demon Slayer?" The Reporter asked.

"Well because Yoriichi Tsugikuni beats Goku if he had Ki!!"

The Reporter immediately approaches someone else and ignores that mistake.

"So what's in the bag?"

"Jojo bizarre adventure."

"Ohh, that's very interesting. So why JoJo?" The Reporter asked.

"Why JoJo?? Nonsense question! By the way, we want the second episode of Steel Ball Run right.fucking.now! You hear me! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!! RELEASE THAT EPISODE OR I SWEAR I WILl KILL EVERY NETFLIX PRODUCER AND WORKER I SEE YOU MOTHERFUC–"

The Reporter ran away from that one too, which tells you how insane the anime community actually are.

"What's in the bag?"

"A piece of One Piece! Hehh, you get it? Piece, like in One PPiece..." A fat dude with receding hairline said mischievously, trying to rizz up the Reporter.

"I get it, but why One Piece?" The Reporter asked boredly. Even a stone has better chances rizzing her than this bag of cholesterol and heart attacks.

"Well, I was 7 when I started watching one piece, it's my most favorite thing of ALL TIME. Too many tatas and you know, the best stuff. By the way, the One Piece is REAL!! Oda really be cooking fr fr no cap! Can't wait to see what the One Piece is!" The fat old man replied enthusiastically.

"And how old are you now?" The Reporter asked with curiosity.

"Nothing much, just over 60." The fat old virgin dude replied with a shrug.

"..." The Reporter just looked at him with a deadpan.

This fossil might see GTA 6 before knowing what the One Piece is and then die.

The Reporter then approached someone else.

"What's in the bag?" The person the Reporter was about to ask that question to asked the question before her questioning the question.

"Yeah." The Reporter nodded.

"My favourite comic book right here is called Rent A Gir–heyy!! where you going?!" The person yelled at the Reporter who ignored the dude entirely.

"What's in the bag?" The Reporter asked a huge muscular man who looked down at her while breathing hard.

"..."

"I can see you have chosen a comic. Care to tell us what it's about?" The Reporter asked with an awkward smile.

"..."

"Sooooooo, nothing?" The Reporter tried again.

"Hmph, Beasters." The huge man said with a huff.

"Owwww, ahhhh, wooww! Beasterrrrrrs, amazinnng" The Reporter said after a little bit of silence with a slightly disgusted expression.

"You won't ask why I chose it?" The man asked with a frown.

"No need to explain Masterpiece, don't worry about it handsome." The Reporter replied and ran from there too.

Then finally, she approached Him.

"Hey there! What's in the bag!"

"Huh?" Dafuk?! What did I do?

"I'm from Weaboos TV and today we're talking to local comic fans and finding out what they're purchasing. So, what's in the bag?" The Reporter said to Miller who became flustered immediately.

"Uh... It's called uhmm it's called uhmmmmm–" now, Miller is nervous as hell!

"Don't worry, you can tell us, don't be shy." The Reporter encouraged Miller.

"Uhmmm uhhh, it's called... daughter and stepdad." Miller nervously let out.

"That's awesome! And what is that about? Like a daughter and her dad crime-fighting duo?" The Reporter asked eagerly.

"Uhmm uhhhmm... It's about a daughter and her step dad. That... that–" God help me!

"Okay and then?" The Reporter leaned closer.

"And then... and then they uhmmm they... fuc–"

BANG!

"KYAAAAAAAA!!"

Before Miller could finish what he was saying, a sound of a loud gunshot was heared inside the place and immediately made people go crazy from fear as everyone started screaming and ducking down.

It didn't take long for Miller to know and his heart skipped a beat as he realized he had stumbled upon a robbery in progress. Panic surged through his veins, but he still went closer to find out what was going on because that's what MCs do... fucking around

The scene unfolded like a movie as he saw the masked robbers, their faces twisted in desperation and moving their guns wildly while shouting at everyone, the terrified customers cowering in fear.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire filled the air again as some brownish dude tried to play hero as he tried to engage in combat, but he was shot dead in the head real quick before he even came close to the robbers.

'These damn immigrants! at least let the decent ones become citizens!' Miller thought.

And these guys, are a byproduct of the Elites of Europe and USA exploiting every 'poor' country around the world.

Artificial chaos leads to desperation and desperation leads to migration.

Everybody is guilty, but you know who is more guilty? The people of jupiter.

"Man, my luck is EX!"

*Pew Pew Pew Pew jew Pew Pew Pew Pew!*

Then sound of gun shots and screams of people echoed in his ears as if in slow motion. And finally, it happened, his EX luck led a single stray bullet and teared through his heart.

"Bruh!" He whispered with a deadpan. Time seemed to stand still as his body crumpled to the ground, his life ebbing away.

'Is this it? Is this the end? What sequence of events brought me to this point? What aboard circumstances lead me here? Is this the cruel painful plan that was orchestrated by a malevolent of deity? Who am I really? What purpose did I serve in this life that was granted to me? I suppose I'll never know. If this is what my life lead up to, and if this is truly the end, then I'll accept my fate.'

"9 stars for graphics and 1 star for shitty plot, the good guys lost." Miller rated the world.

Amidst all this chaos, finally, he died.

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But as his consciousness faded from earth, a dim light appeared in a darkness. He found himself standing in that very dark place he always read about... the void, a place beyond mortal comprehension where every kind of shitty MCs get unleashed on those poor fictional worlds.

It didn't take long for him to realise where he was as it has already been hours since he had his nonexistent finger on his chin and contemplated about his situation.

'Do I really have to wait like those MC's with their ridiculous Will to stay in this damned place for Krillions of years like it's just a night breeze or something? Where in the hell is this place? It's like my eyes are closed but not at the same time! Why can I even think? Wasn't afterlife supposed to be only a black screen with no consciousness?'

10 years later/

"What if we clapped with our asses instead of hands at the speed of Match 20? Can the friction force generated by clapping them cheeks together be converted to infinite renewable electrici-"

"A person who thinks all the time..." Suddenly, an unknown voice rang in the ever silence of the void and interrupted the enlightenment of Miller who was about to breakthrough from Peak Qi Gathering Ching Chong to Golden Core Divine Ding Dong!

"Who the fuck?!! Courting Death?!"

It didn't take long as a handsome young man manifested in front of the now small ball-like soul with his hands slightly raised in front of him, palms facing the... void sky?

"I am god"

"You–" Miller, now an insane guy whom lost much of his sanity after being in the void for so long tried to let out profanities, but his lips got tied by an invincible force before he could.

"Guess staying in this shithole for a long period did really a number on your mind. So before saying something unthinkable that will make me erase you, are you ready to know what will happen?" god said without showing much expression.

Miller was out of his mind clearly but through his sub-consciousness, he was slightly aware courtesy to god calming him down and making him slightly stable.

"Good, I already know an infinite possibilities of how our conversation can go and this is the least annoying one, omniscient and all that, so let's make this quick. Now, it's as you may guess, you will get reincarnated to a place where the wheel of fortune randomly chooses a world for you, be it anime, manga, movies, or your previous world. Also powers and abilities."

"Now here is the wheel. Before we start, I will have to tell you that after this, I don't care what will happen to you. I created countless hyperverses and things beyond that, so you are not anything special. I am fully entertained because even a multiverse is enough to generate infinite entertainment, now let alone a hyperverse. Honestly, I am beyond the concept of entertainment and that downgraded shitty experiences I created for you humans. So, don't go around thinking I control the life of something as insignificant as you for my own amusment."

"I am just a very...VERY small form of my true self, but even in this form I can create another hyperverse with a yawn, so I am not in need of you to do anything for me. Just live your life and I won't interfere because that's what some losers who read this want how these things should be. No grand mission or anything of the sort. What even a dust like you can simply do that I with all my power can't?"

"You were an Athiest so that's why you see a black screen, aka the void. Seems you and your likes didn't count for it just being another version of hell. Many of your kind go straight to hell. But there is also your type amongst you, who are not bad but not good either, so here we are in this shithole. Though, the ones who are good will be reincarnated on earth to live again without memories as a chance to maybe they will believe this time and go Heaven or... Hell."

"Your family were believers and good people, so they are in heaven, no need to worry about them. The only reason you matter and why I am here is because an asshole outside this reality wanted to. I created a fair system for the whole creation and guess how the system registered your name? Exactly, a sore loser who was afraid of responsibility."

"Everything is a probability and with how vast the universe is ( to you ), you should have given some thoughts about a possibility like this, or like... Me. How can you be skeptical of God's existence but not skeptical of yourself being skeptical of God's existence? Make it make sense!"

"..."

"The reason I created the universe? Because I fucking can, who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? what are you gonna do about it anyways?"

"..."

"Figured, nothing."

"Like seriously, how hard it's to be good? It's the easiest thing you do for some pathetic amount of mortal time and you can fuck bihs in heaven eternally afterwards. Like... Shouldn't science prove to you that you are a video game which is designed but on a larger scale? You couldn't even bring yourself to say that there must be a designer to this shitty game just because you read two pages of Richard Dawkins, and honestly... you felt it made you look cooler? The universe literally farted and boom... perfect alignment and laws."

"Dumbasses!"

"Anyways, you are lucky it wasn't Cathulhu in my place judging you. A weaker version of that guy actually exists in your world and works for me, but with your senses only feeling %0.0035 of the light spectrum, you humans couldn't simply comprehend him or any of his likes that surrounded you all the time without you knowing. Well, except for that dude H.P Lovecraft, and some others who created cults and later controlled all your world Elites through blood contacts. Take USA's every politician throughout its history as example, from their left wing to right wing... 24-karat satanists."

"The whole big bang thing? It was just my pimple popping. Evolution? Why I don't see humans with wings? We need humans with wings, cool hawkish eyes, and strong gorilla-like muscle fibers, but noooo! Humans must evolve into some weak ass fragile blood bags that is only good for creating delicious shawarma because guess what? You can fool predators with Shawarmas! Who needed camouflage abilities when dinosaurs chased your asses anyways, right? All Praise to the Döner guy! Shibidi dop dop yes yes–"

"Stupid ape brains! I swear only food and how many genders are there evolved with you guys. Do you even fathom how many furries I sent to the deepest chambers of eternal damnation throughout that pathetic history of yours? Even the hell fire there was reluctant to touch those things!"

"That's what I get for giving you some free will to choose between right and wrong? Furries? It's just straight up Evil you piece of little shits!"

"When I decided for my pimple to pop and make the 'big boom coincidence' I already knew this would happen. I originally wanted to create a world and creatures to be absolutely free and immortal or something, but that thought only lasted one nano second because of the sheer atrocities and evil committed by your kind I saw through my omniscience which eclipsed the current human life conditions by thousands of times. So, I made you as mortals and limited your age, and created a fair test for you to choose right and wrong. Whoever did wrong, Hell. Whoever did good, Heaven. Simple and efficient."

"Only reason I still proceeded to create the universe and beyond even after seeing so much shit through my omniscient was because some awesome and really good people would be born, like Kentaru Miura, Nikola Tesla, and Alexander Fleming. Evil exists yes, but I couldn't ignore the Good, so here we are."

"Anyways now, I yapped too much, but that's basically the answer to all your questions if I made you normal again and let you talk. Let's look at the wheel."

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There were every kind of worlds written on the wheel from anime, manga, movies, to even the silliest cartoons.

god didn't even need to do anything as the wheel started to spin at light speed for an unknown time until Tick Tick Chrk, it stopped on the...

➼ {Naruto world}.

'MUUURDERRR haehaha!' Miller thought eith a hysterical laugh which made god sigh in disappointment because the soul has clearly lost his mind long ago.

"Well, I see that you got that world. Poor fellow. Well, Just hope you have enough luck to get something good for your power, If not, then not my problem anyways, annnnd here we go again!"

Vrrrrr, then it spun again.

There were essences, templates, abilities, items, and racial powers. from any world that existed.

➼Limitless freedom (OPM)
➼Snoop dog template
➼Instant transmission
➼Breathing styles (Demon Slayer)
➼Biomnitrex
➼Wuxian Template (Legend of Hei)
➼Boogie Woogie
➼Plot fucker system
➼John Kennedy Template
➼Dandruff Dandruff no mi
➼ToonForce (Uncle Grandpa)
➼DxD peak Angel Race
➼Takemitchy Hanakagi
➼Generator X Template
➼Essence Of Heaven Ascension Dio
➼Taro Sakamoto Template
➼Essence Of Bullshit
➼Mr.Bean Template
➼??? Template ( Mob Psycho )
➼Sword Of Rupture
➼Huzz cultivation technique
➼Essence Of Vergil
➼One Kakashi Unit of Ching Chong
➼Captain Jack Sparrow Template
➼Wrath (Ben 10)
➼Gay Massacre Starter Pack (Comes With Free Nukes)
➼Lu Bu (Record Of Ragnarok)
➼The Heavenly Great Way Of Buddha
➼Cao Cao Template (Dynasty Warriors)
➼Guts
➼9000+ Aura (Nazi Edition with complete DLC)
➼Death Note
➼Unholy Spells Of Satan
➼Arlecchino Template
➼Heavenly Demon Cheonma Template (Nano Machine)
➼Quick Silver Template
➼Sunshine
➼Essence Of Yuujiro Hanma
➼Kazuma Template
➼Everything in Bobobo-Bo Bo-Bobo world is yours

And among so many others no one knew of.

*Tick Tick Tick Tick Chrk*

After some ticking and turning, the pointer stopped on...

➼ { Essence Of Garou (TERA 4) }

"Good for you. At least you will become as powerful as this avatar of mine and become a hyperverse++ level entity and could toy with infinite clones of The Daemon Sultan Azathoth, TOAA, and Presence." god said with a shrug.

"There is nothing left now and you are good to go. All I have to say to you is to be careful of the powers you will have as it's not a template that you have always read about in those fanfictions, but an Essence. An Essence of someone that can go toe to toe with Saitama who is slightly stronger than this avatar of mine at his peak potential, which is limitless, so be a little responsible with those powers, but I couldn't care less even if you exploded the hyperverse I just created for you, so whatever," god warned lazily.

"I hope when death finds you next time, you won't already be dead inside, poor child. You are also welcome." god spoke for the final time with visible pity, and with that, he smiled then snapped his fingers.

Miller disintegrated...

*Silence*

"Looking at hell, should I save Earth version of the Painter as well? Warhammer 40k is a good place for him, or berserk... maybe Lovecraft? a mix of all three? I am sure he will like it all of them mixed so let's go with that. Let's make him 'return by death' immortal too and see how he plays this hell difficulty game." God smiled mischievously as he called forth a soul the next moment.

"But damn son, now that I look back at this version of Earth, it seems 271 hundred thousand wasn't enough. 109 countries and they still never learnt the lesson sighh. Creating islands and jeffries, dudes think they never die for real. Anyways, Hell is a place and all the universe's money won't help after death. And why tf are they worshipping that weak ass devil Moloch? I can hear Moses cursing here all the way from heaven haha!"

"SEEEEE?!! I TOLD EVERYONE BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!! DO YOU START TO NOTICE IT NOW?! THEY SPREAD DISEASES, CONTROLLED THE GERMAN MEDIA TO VILLANIZE GERMANS AND PROMOTE THEMSELVES, MADE MILLIONS OF GERMANS JOBLESS AND BE IN ENORMOUS DEBTS, SPREAD DEGENERECY AND PORN, SOLD OUR CHILDREN, FORCED THE GERMAN WOMEN INTO PROSTITUTION, SPREAD PEDOPHILA, SPREAD SEXUAL CONFUSION BASED IMMORALITY, RAPE CHILDREN AND WOMEN, MANY MILLIONS WERE IN EXTREME DEBT, MILLIONS OF CATTLE AND NATURAL RESOURCES GOT STOLEN WHILE THE PEOPLE DIED OF STARVATION–!!" The soul shrieked in anger suddenly after he heard god, but he was disintegrated too immediately like his descendant a few moments ago, travelling to their respective worlds.

"Now since I am fair, let's play with some fuckass Rothschilds and their likes as a toast to the Adolfs success in their next lives."

"Here comes the gas."

THE END.