Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

The two sides are engaged in verbal battles, and it is always the females who have the ideological advantage. Every day, the females unilaterally PUA the males, and the males give in and compromise.

But what if the relationship was the other way around?

Menma needs Ymir's original power, and needs Eren to be Ymir's carrier.

Although Eren cannot use the power of the Founding Fathers without permission, Menma needs to contact Eren to reach the world where Ymir is. Therefore, Menma needs to enslave Eren, make Eren obey him, and keep Miss Eren firmly under his control.

Menma is a man with a strong sense of authority. He always speaks to Alan in an imperative tone and asks Alan to do various things.

Ellen has a strong sense of freedom, and although she is dissatisfied with Menma's attitude, she has to obey Menma's orders for various reasons.

In the golden sunlight, Allen stood silently in front of Menma. She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Menma stood across from her, his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as a hawk.

"Alan, go and organize the documents over there." Menma's tone was cold and commanding, as if he was giving orders to a subordinate.

Alan raised his head and looked at Menma, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

She knew that this was not her job, but she couldn't refuse.

She sighed softly, walked silently to the pile of documents and began to sort them out.

Menma looked at Alan's busy back and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of giving orders to Alan, as if it made him feel his power and status.

However, Allen's dissatisfaction did not dissipate.

She muttered to herself: Why do I always have to do these things? I am not his servant!

Her fingers gently slid across the document, but her heart was filled with helplessness and dissatisfaction.

As time went on, Menma's orders became more and more numerous, and Alan's dissatisfaction grew.

One day, Menma once again ordered Allen to do something she didn't want to do. Allen finally couldn't help but explode: "Why do you always order me to do these things? I also have my own ideas and wishes! I would rather die!"

Menma was startled by Allen's sudden outburst. He frowned and looked at Allen: "What do you mean? I'm giving you a chance to practice. You should be grateful to me!"

"I don't need this kind of training!" Allen retorted loudly, "You just treat me as a slave! Just like that guy (Ymir) two thousand years ago!"

Menma was stunned, he never thought that Alan would express his dissatisfaction so directly.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Perhaps you are right, I did go a little too far. I will pay attention to my attitude in the future and try to respect your wishes."

Alan felt relieved when he heard Menma's words.

Just like Menma's twisted theory: females are emotional animals.

Everyone has a slave mentality, but females are more slave-like.

What Menma needs to do is to mobilize the slave nature of the females and continue to discipline them.

The afternoon sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, sprinkling on the pale yellow wooden floor, adding a bit of warmth to the originally slightly dull space.

In this quiet office, Menma sat on his exclusive mount.

He sat in the large leather swivel chair, staring out the window with deep eyes.

Alan, a slender man, was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised, as if thinking about something.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, with a faint smile hanging at the corner of her mouth. The sunlight danced on her face, casting a soft golden edge on her delicate features.

Menma's gaze inadvertently retracted from the window and fell on Allen. Her profile looked particularly soft in the sunlight, and her bright eyes seemed to hide endless secrets.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Menma's heart, and he suddenly stood up, and the chair made a slight sound on the floor.

Ellen was brought back to her senses by the sudden voice. She turned around and met Shang Ma's deep gaze.

Menma didn't say anything, but just silently stretched out his hand. His palm was broad and powerful, as if it could accommodate everything.

Ellen was slightly stunned, her heartbeat accelerated a few beats at that moment, looking at the hand that Menma stretched out, an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart. She hesitated for a moment, but finally placed her hand gently in Menma's palm.

A smile flashed in Menma's eyes, and he pulled Alan into his arms with force.

Allen's body suddenly lost balance, she screamed, and fell into Menma's arms.

Menma's embrace was warm and solid, and Eren's heartbeat thumped against his chest, as if it were one with his own.

She raised her head and looked at Menma's face which was so close to her, and a blush appeared on her face unconsciously.

"You, you suddenly did this and scared me." Allen's voice trembled slightly. She tried to break free from Menma's arms, but Menma held her tightly and would not let her leave.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt." Menma's voice was low and gentle, "I just wanted you to be closer to me."

Alan felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this.

She stopped struggling and quietly snuggled in Menma's arms, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth.

free......

fighting......

Hate...

At this moment, Alan put all these things behind him.

The sunlight outside the window shone on them through the gaps in the curtains, stretching their shadows long. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air in the office was filled with an indescribable smell.

Menma hugged Alan gently, and Alan found his own peace and support in this warm embrace.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten all the torture she had suffered from Menma in the past...

At this moment, she seemed to be immersed in the happiness of the moment...

Zeke Yeager, nicknamed "Son of Wonder" and "Spear of Marley", is the eldest son of Grisha Yeager and the half-brother of Eren Yeager. He has the blood of the Eldian king from his mother Dyna Fritz.

He is tall and muscular, with great combat power. He is usually gentle, humorous and likes to joke, which makes him trusted and respected by the warrior team. In fact, he is insidious, cunning and extremely scheming. He has normal human emotions and sense of right and wrong, but no normal moral values.

Born in the Liberio internment zone in Marley, he was forced to become a warrior candidate at a young age at the request of his Eldian restorationist parents. Later, he met Tom Kushawa, the host of the Beast Titan at the time, and the two got along very well.

After his parents' identities were exposed, in order to protect himself and his grandparents from being implicated, he followed Tom Kushawa's advice to report his parents. He later inherited the Beast Titan and became the captain of the Warrior Team. He was the superior of Reiner Braun and others, and the subordinate of Magath.

One day, Zeke Yeager was standing next to the office building of President Menma, and everything around him was changing rapidly.

The towering buildings cast long shadows in the setting sun, the streets were crowded with cars and people were walking in a hurry, but Zeke stood outside of all the noise, his heart was experiencing an unprecedented storm.

He was originally a warrior with firm beliefs, fighting for his beliefs and the liberation (sterilization) of the Eldians.

However, as time went by, he gradually discovered that the world was not as simple as he had imagined.

The changes in the Marley Empire have far exceeded his imagination. His mind has become confused, and Zeke began to doubt his beliefs and mission. He tried to find answers, but each exploration made him more confused.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he was unwilling to give up his beliefs, and on the other hand, he was entangled by his past experiences.

This mental confusion gradually caused Zeke's spirit to collapse.

He began to have hallucinations and saw that the enemies who had fallen at his hands had turned into innocent civilians, their faces filled with fear and despair.

These hallucinations caused him great pain and self-blame, and he felt that he had become a monster.

Finally, one day, Zeke's spirit collapsed completely.

He was standing next to the Führer's office building when he suddenly bit his arm and his body began to change.

The body is huge, with a lot of muscle and fur appearing out of thin air.

In this way, Zeke transformed into the Beast Titan, and his height reached an astonishing ten meters.

Zeke's transformed appearance terrified the people around him, and they screamed and fled the scene.

When Zeke woke up again, he found himself locked in a dark cell.

His body has returned to normal, but his heart has become desolate. He knows that he has committed an unforgivable crime, but he is powerless to undo it.

Although they both possess giant abilities, their lives are very different.

For example...

Miss Pieck, the owner of the Cart Titan.

Miss Peake's belly also bulged slightly, like a small hill, quietly and silently witnessing the birth of new life.

The hard lines of her face were replaced by a soft, maternal glow, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation and tenderness.

Miss Peake's skin is still as healthy and lustrous as ever, but at this moment, it seems to be covered with a faint blush, which is the color of life and the warmth of maternal love.

Those once tense muscles have now become soft and elastic, as if to better carry and protect the new life that is about to be born.

Although the steps are no longer as light, they are more steady and calm.

Pique's smile became more gentle and sweet, revealing his longing for the future and expectation for new life, and his eyes were full of love.

In the sunshine, Pique's figure looks so peaceful and beautiful.

Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, as if the melody of life was playing softly, and her face was filled with a glow of happiness.

On that quiet afternoon, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and into every corner of the room.

Menma sat on the edge of the bed, holding a book in his hands, his expression focused and gentle.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, the corners of which trembled slightly with his breathing, like a still painting.

At this time, Pike slowly walked into the room, her face filled with maternal radiance.

She gently stroked her swollen belly and wore a loose dress that swayed gently with her steps.

Menma looked up and saw Pieck walking in, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He put down the book in his hand, stood up, gently helped Pick sit on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently stroked Miss Pick's belly, his eyes full of tenderness and care.

He whispered, "Little guy, you better behave yourself. I'm going to come in later."

After hearing this, Pike smiled happily. She gently held Menma's hand, as if she could feel the warmth and strength in his palm.

The sun gradually set, and the light in the room became soft and warm.

Menma and Pieck were still sitting on the bed, their hands clasped together.

The sunlight shines through the gauze-like curtains, sprinkling into the room in patches, creating a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

Menma sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Pike intently, his eyes flashing with anticipation and desire.

There was a blush on Pique's face and her eyes were shining with shyness and anticipation. Although she was wearing loose maternity clothes, it still couldn't hide her graceful figure.

"You look so beautiful today," Menma whispered.

Pik lowered her head shyly, her heartbeat quickened and her cheeks became even redder.

Menma approached Pique gently, and the distance between them became closer and closer. Their breaths intertwined, and the air was filled with an ambiguous and sweet atmosphere.

He kissed Pique's forehead gently.

364 Ending: Menma becomes Tiga and turns all humans into Ultraman

At dusk, Ymir sat quietly on the golden beach, and the sand in her hands seemed to contain endless magic.

Her eyes were focused and deep, as if she was deciphering some mysterious code.

Ymir, the woman sculpted by time, used her own hands to create the image of a giant in her master's mind.

The sea breeze blew gently, blowing away the loose hair on Ymir's forehead, but it could not blow away the firm belief in her heart.

Her fingers danced on the sand like an elf drawing stars in the night sky. She picked up a handful of sand, kneaded it gently, and then carefully shaped it into the giant's limbs.

The grains of sand seemed to come to life in her hands, becoming hard and strong.

Ymir's fingers moved quickly across the sand, her heart filled with admiration and loyalty to her master.

She was willing to use her hands to shape the giant in his heart so that he could realize his dreams and wishes under the protection of the giant.

As Ymir's fingers danced, the image of the giant on the sand gradually became clear.

The body is tall and mighty, as if it can hold up the entire sky...

His face was resolute and brave, as if he could withstand all wind and rain...

Ymir carefully sculpted every detail of the giant, from his face to his fingers, full of strength and vitality.

When the last grain of sand fell, Ymir gently blew away the loose sand on the giant.

She raised her head and looked at the master, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.