Name Status: Shinobu Tempest… Confirmed! Name Evolution Successful!
Ajin -> Luna Ajin ... Confirmed! Rank Evolution Successful! The uncommon form of Ajins; vastly superior to any member of her species, personifies the pinnacle of the species.
The Common Evolution Ranks:
[Most] Omega - 50%
Beta - 20%
Delta - 10%
Gamma - 10%
Alpha - 6%
[Least] Luna - 4%
Confirmed. Holy Fire acquisition successful!
Can use holy flames, which are especially effective against demons and other evil beings and are inextinguishable by normal means.
Confirmed. Demonic Slayer acquisition is successful!
Can kill demons or demonic entities of any form, being able to rival with the strongest demons and gain resistance to demonic effects.
Confirmed. Artisan Mode acquisition is successful!
Can enter a mode to craft things flawlessly, allowing to quickly and efficiently build or repair things in vastly reduced time, notice flaws or mistakes, and tell the quality of the product before it's finished.
Confirmed. Mental Restoration acquisition is successful!
Can fully interpret one’s emotions to create a link connection that heals emotional wounds, detects lies, and restore lost mental functions.
Rank Evolution Completed!
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery; air, mountains, trees, and flowers. The sound of whistling chirps, birds I’ve never seen for a long time sought the sky as they danced together in a group. The forest trees mingle with the wind, rustling its leaves as they shimmer to the ground. I felt like lying down by the side of the trees and remembering it all.
Mother would have me join her on a starry night, gazing upon the universe to see its difference. “every morning come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile,” she said to me. The morning was different from night. Many things couldn’t be seen in the dark.
Rimuru took his time looking at their surroundings. Something he hasn’t seen for as long he’s been reborn in a new world. “Oh, I miss this sweet embrace of the outside,” he said so happily to Shinobu. We continue to travel further in the forest. “Say, I never asked where you were from?” I asked Rimuru. He glances up to look at me, “Huh? Oh! I’m from Japan, that’s why I asked if you were too. You seem to get my reference,” Rimuru explained to Shinobu. She nodded, satisfied at the answer. Rimuru had a question stuck in his mind he needed to ask, “If you don’t mind, h-how did you end up reincarnating?” He asked Shinobu, who in return, stopped walking to remember vivid memories of her previous life. She smiled, weakly. “I fell,” she finally said after a long pause of silence. Rimuru didn’t know what to say as he looks up into Shinobu’s eyes that held… anger? “Shinobu, are you angry? N-not that I want to be in your privacy but I can’t help look into your eyes to sense anger from you..I-I’m sorry if I offended you!” Rimuru apologized, sweating profusely as he now felt bad.
I shook my head, continuing to walk as I beckoned the slime to follow. “Before I met you, I had someone I cared for ever since rebirth. She was the only person I ever knew and considered a mother figure. I've been in a constant state of anger ever since my mother was slaughtered by a powerful human. Mother was a kind-hearted person. She had sympathy for humans, even when she was on the brink of death, she still felt pity for them. Just like us, they lose perspectives too. However, there is nothing I can change as rage can easily get the best of me. I have come to an understanding that humans are merely tragic creatures, as we once were as humans. I hope that not every human we’ll meet from here on out is the same.”
Rimuru was at a loss for words. Humans killed her mother? “I see why you’re upset,” he sympathized. “They’re good and bad humans,” he said to me. I hum in agreement as we walked in comfortable silence. The forest of Jura seemed to be endless.
Suddenly, a group of creatures showed up. The weapons in hands, rusty and dull at the tip. Simple items of clothing were tattered and wrinkle to the skin, ready to fall apart any second. Goblins, it seems, though they look terrified as their bodies were the size of a human child. Weak and scrawny, the body holds no thick flesh that considers being muscles. A goblin with a red bandana spoke, “Strong ones, what business do you have here?” he asked, voice trembling. Rimuru and I looked at each other, confused. “We’re passing by,” I answered for us. “Is something the matter?” I asked, politely as I gave a closed-eye smile. “W-We sense powerful monsters, as a precaution, we came here to see,” The goblin explained the reasoning for their weapons. Rimuru thought otherwise, “I don’t sense anything like that,” he said. I sigh. It seems Rimuru has not noticed it yet. “Surely you jest! We won’t be fooled!” He protested. The goblin straightened himself up, seeing there was no need to cowered before us. “Strong ones, having seen your power, we wish to ask for a favor,” he requested. I figured it wouldn’t be heard, I nodded, letting the goblins lead the way to their village as I scooped up Rimuru into my arms.
The Goblin leader greeted them. Everyone was seated in a simple-like shelter constructed with wood and leaves built as a roof. “Welcome, visitors,” The goblin elder said, “I am the leader of this village,” he stated to the two of us. Rimuru was intrigued by the elderly man. He was amazed how he’s shaking every .0 seconds with his stick. “It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted the goblin leader. “Likewise,” I added. “So, what favor did you wish to ask us?” Rimuru went forthe kill, with no hesitation as he listened to what they would say next. I followed suit as I waited for their answers. The two goblins nodded to each other, then faced us. “Have you noticed the monsters been unusually active this late?” I nodded while Rimuru was confused. “You see, our god disappeared a month ago. As a result, monsters have been continuously harassing us,” The goblin leader explained. I had an idea where this was going as I felt butterflies burst in my stomach. “Their God! As in Veldora?” Rimuru thought.
“We tried fighting them, but we lack the numbers…” The young goblin said. His father nodded, “So we hope you could help us out,” he asked the slime and the Ajin. “But I’m just a slime,” Rimuru said. “Don’t be modest, a mere slime would not emit such intense aura. And your friend seems to be an evolved Ajin given her ghost's appearance,” Rimuru was confused, “Huh?” Rimuru turned to look at the ghost that peered over me, gently playing with the strands of my hair. “Since when did you have a ghost?!” He exclaimed. “Great Empyrea, I would like to change perspectives,” I requested.
Request confirmed. Changing Perspectives.
Aura chameleon: Auras will change colors to match those of the people they are connecting with at the time. Also known as Crystal Aura.
Seductive Magnetism: Aura will radiate pleasure and a carnal desire that others feel a longing to get her affection.
Would you like to conceal Aura Chameleon?
“Yes, please,” I requested Great Empyrea.
Request confirmed. Aura Chameleon concealed is successful!
Would you like to conceal Seductive Magnetism?
“No,” I told the Great Empyrea.
Request confirmed. Activate Seductive Magnetism...successful!
“Ah, have you been testing us?” The goblin elder wondered. Was that what led them to emit an intense aura? “Fortunately, so many of us were frightened by your auras,” he commented. Little did they know, Rimuru and I didn’t know we were. For the sake of this conversation, we’ll go along with it. “Y-yes! That’s right, we’ve been. You have the potential to speak to us without fear,” Rimuru complimented the goblins for their bravery. The goblins, grateful for the compliment, head bowed slightly. “Thank you for the compliment,” they said, in using.
The goblin elder then explained the dire harassment they were currently faced in the Jura Forest. For some time ago, monsters called Dire Wolves started attacking from the east, and many goblins died in the following battles that ensued. The Dire Wolves are powerful beings, taking more than ten goblins to have a chance at defeating one. The warrior who was also the son of the goblin leader has died leaving the village at the mercy of the Dire Wolves. “I’m sorry,” I offered, sincerely. “You do not need to apologize,” he said, feeling much better. “How many wolves are we facing?” Rimuru asked him. “There are about 100 Dire Wolves,” he answered. “And how many goblins?” “Including the females, about sixty,” he answered, again.
Mother would always beckon me into the kitchen, pull out a book that held sacred writings of her childhood. “Temper us in the fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive,” she says, flipping through writings that gradually grew. There were scribbles then legible signatures of numerous names. “Even if you feel small, you must be strong.”
“Elder, tell us one thing,” Rimuru then said, getting his attention. “What will you give us in return for helping this village?” Rimuru could tell by the thoughtful look that I wanted to help. So, he allowed the elder to offer something in exchange for protection. Nothing is for free. “W-We will offer you our loyalty!” The elder finally replied. “Please...Grant us your protection and we will swear our loyalty to you!” It wasn’t much, considering their status but it meant everything with what they have left. It was clear, I did not want to abandon the goblins.
Before Rimuru could say anything, the howling of wolves could be heard in the far distance. The goblins began to panic, shouts of their worrisome as some suggested to run away. The goblin elder tries to maintain order in his attempt to calm them down but to no avail. “Ara ara, please calm yourself,” I announced to the worried goblins, stepping from the shelter to present myself. “We will gladly defeat the wolves,” I said. The elder almost looked hopeful, “Does this mean…” he trailed off.
“Yes! We accept your offer of loyalty, in place of the Storm Dragon, Veldora Tempest, I, Rimuru Tempest, will save you!”
“I too, Shinobu Tempest, will poise the threat with grace,” still, smiling greatly. All the goblins follow in suit to bow to serve their new leaders of the goblin village.
“A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger, and thirst.”
“A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath.”
“The will to take one's place in the world had been wrung from its body.”
Goblins are one of the low-class Monsters that populate the Great Jura Forest. They are unable to produce and create their gears, often using salvaged and broken gears from their dead enemies, or from scavenging any abandoned battlefield.
Direwolves, on the other hand, were much calculated as a pack. The main problem of merchants that traveled between the Eastern Empire and the kingdoms around the Forest of Jura. The Empire will only take action if the wolves encroach their grain fields, a vital lifeline for the Empire. Their sustenance lay in the world's magicules. By attacking stronger monsters or slaughtering droves of humans, they can evolve into calamity creatures.
“Talk about pressure,” Rimuru sweatdropped. Well, there’s no turning back now. “Everyone,” I started, getting everyone's attention. I let Rimuru take the lead, “Do you understand our situation?” One goblin from before replied, swiftly with a salute. The other goblins followed in suit, their expression held a frown for the life-or-death battle waiting for them. “Now, the first thing on the agenda!” Rimuru continued, “Take us where the wounded are.” The goblin elder obliged and led us towards one of the larger huts where they kept the wounded from their previous battles.
There were fourteen severely injured goblins. They laid on blankets covered in soaked coverages of blood clots, suffering from vicious bites that punctured their nerves and blood vessels. “We did all we could for them…” The goblin elder told us, he didn’t finish his sentence. Rimuru crept close to one of the goblins who was suffering a fever outbreak. Immediately, he jumps and devours the goblin whole. He then spat the goblin out, all his injuries healed. The elder goblin was shocked, “Y-Your wounds!” The healed goblin was amazed, thankful for the slime. Their attentions were then drawn towards a white light coming from the other side of the blankets. “Heal, my dear, it is not your time,” I calmly talked with one of the injured goblins, watching his heals gradually regrow flesh as the clots of blood that turned dirt began to sprout back into a life of pure blood. Without wasting time, the two of us worked to heal everyone.
The elder goblin and the healed were awestruck. They bow their heads in respect. “That should be the last of them,” Rimuru said, spitting out the last goblin. “Defense should be next,” I said to Rimuru. “You are magnificent,” the elder goblin said to us, so grateful for our help. Rimuru looked at me and nodded.
“A never-ending tragedy as dreams are haunted by schemes,”
“And yet it is unbreathable as looking for something that can’t be found.”
“So far away from reality, a lovely place to be.”
It was always with disappointment that I watched the darkness stride forward. The sound of howling in the seasons. Nights have fallen, stars envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing touch in the world. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” the ghost said, who was later named Jet. Ajin’s ghosts are very similar to parrots as they learn the sentences of their owners. “Of course, Jet, you are dark,” I told Jet. He then vanished from sight as Rimuru approached the entrance of the village.
The final confrontation between Dire Wolves and Goblins. Upon a hill from a distance, a pack of Dire Wolves emerged from shadows. Howling awakes the moon that cast their shadow before them. Their leader stood, a scar over his right eye. He spots something up ahead. A wooden fence blocking their path into the pathway of the goblin’s village. He huffed, “What will such a flimsy fence do?” he said as gazed at the trembling goblins. His son, second in command, “Father,” he says, “Look.”The leader looks towards the main entrance. Standing, a mere slime Rimuru holds his ground as he stares into the leader’s appearance. “Turn back now, and we won’t take any action!” He shouts to the Dire Wolves. “Leave this place at once!” Angered by the balls of slime, the leader barked back. The Dire Wolves charged forward as they howled into the night. Their paws picked up dirt as the floor trembled beneath their weight. Suddenly, an Ajin appeared. “Sit,” I ordered the Dire Wolves who reached before my feet. Suddenly, arrows were launched into the air as one by one were taken out. The leader realized the fence was only a distraction, the Aijin was the real defense. Instead of listening to his son’s plea, he recklessly lunges into the battlefield, viciously snapping through steel threads that glisten in blood. Arrows wounded on the ground crushed with ease of his paws. Bearing his mouth, leaping into the air to pounce his prey. Suddenly, he was stopped. However, he stuck. “This won’t hold me!” He growled. Rimuru took into a stance, “Water Blade!”, he announced as magicules swirl into elements to penetrate his neck. The head befell.
Silence fell before the battlefield. The Dire Wolves Leader is dead. “Hear me, Dire Wolf,” Rimuru said to the remaining survivors. “Your boss is dead! We’ll give you a choice: Submit or die!” He said, giving them their choices. Then, an idea struck Rimuru. He immediately devours the leader’s body as his skill analyzes the Dire Wolves’ ability. With this, he was able to communicate with them. His new skill, Menace, he howled into the night. The intensity increased as the survivors refused to turn away, instead, forcibly approaching fighting against the howl. The most unexpected happens: They laid down in submission and said “Our pack yields to you!” The new pack leaders were Rimuru and Shinobu. And so the battle between Dire Wolves and Goblins have ended easily.
“Species aren’t going to behave as it is survival to the fittest they say,”
“It’s in our DNA against the poor hidden in learned traits.”
It was morning. Some of the skies were yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. This world is as clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of beer in ice. I drink in the cup of sunlight that greets me.
“Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.”
“As the dawn burned into the day, dropping in the cold clear light.”
The goblins and dire wolves assembled in the village. They fought a battle against one another last night, and now they were gonna live together. From what I could see, there was now an equal amount among the two races. This gave Rimuru and me an idea. “Everyone,” I called out, gaining everyone’s attention. I gesture to Rimuru who spits away his makeshift mustache. “So, we’re going to have you all pair up together,” he announced to the crowd. Although it seems an unfamiliar concept to the monsters. I hold up my hand as I demonstrate a group of two, “Each of you will have a partner with the opposite race. A goblin and dire wolf. This will ensure that yesterday’s enemies in today’s friends. You will work together, fight together, and so forth.” I then clapped myhands together as each goblin began to pair up with a dire wolf. “Good,” Rimuru said, satisfied. “So, um… The next thing on our agenda is to secure things like food, shelter, and clothing. We should form teams for each of the needs.” He looks at the goblins as he tries to remember their names. Confused and embarrassed, he turns to look at me, “What are their names anyway?” I raised an eyebrow, “Monsters don’t usually have names. They simply communicate with their thoughts.” Rimuru was surprised at the information. “Isn’t it more convenient for them to have names? In that case, I like to name them all,” he suggested to the crowd. “Is that okay?” Loud gasps were heard from the crowd, goblins and dire wolves alike.
The goblins hurriedly started forming a line, pushing one another to get ahead of the other. I assured them everyone will be getting a name. Eventually, a line was formed, with the elder goblin first, very eager with his wooden staff used for a cane. An idea came to Rimuru’s mind, “What did you call the son you lost in battle?” He asked the elder goblin. “Rigur,” he answered. “Then you’ll be Rigurd,” Rimuru decided, simplifying and adding a ‘d’ at the end. The goblin, now to be known, as Rigur wept with joy as he glows a bright light.
Name Status: Rigurd… Confirmed! Name Evolution Successful!
Goblin -> Hobgoblin ... Confirmed! Rank Evolution Successful! The evolved form of Goblin; Superior intellect, memorization, and strength mode.
Disaster Rank: D
Pending Evolutions: Hobgoblin -> Goblin General -> Goblin Lord -> Goblin King...
The son, next in line, waited eagerly as he watched his father wept in joy. I smooth the bandana on his face, tucking a few strands that escaped the fabricate. “I’m very proud of you,” I said to the goblin. “Your brother would be as well,” He looks at me in awe. “You will inherit his name, Rigur.” Again, the glow of bright light engulfs the goblin, making the name set in stone.
Name Status: Rigur... Confirmed! Name Evolution Successful!
Goblin -> Hobgoblin ... Confirmed! Rank Evolution Successful! The evolved form of Goblin; Superior intellect, memorization, and strength mode.
Disaster Rank: D
Pending Evolutions: Hobgoblin -> Goblin General -> Goblin Lord -> Goblin King...
Rimuru and I continued to name everyone in the village, starting with all the goblins. “You’re Gobta,” Rimuru said to another goblin. “Gobchi,” another goblin, “Gobstu,” another goblin, “Gobte,” another goblin, and “Gobto,” another goblin. After another was named after ‘Gob’ in Goblin. I sigh, giving Rimuru a scrutinizing look. “How reckless,” I commented his choice of naming. He looked guilty but it simply couldn’t be helped. There were sixty goblins in the village, a sizeable amount that could be divided between them. The next one to step before me was a female goblin with light purple hair. Brown eyes sparkled with softness like feathers. “Such beautiful hair you have, Haruna, you’ll be,” I said to the female goblin, now known as, Haruna. The goblin had an adorable smile.
Name Status: Haruna... Confirmed! Name Evolution Successful!
Goblin -> Goblina ... Confirmed! Rank Evolution Successful! The evolved form of Goblin; Superior intellect, memorization, and heal mode.
Disaster Rank: D
Finally, it was the Dire Wolves. The first one in line was the fallen leader’s son. The body regions of bluish-silver fur appear around his neck, his snout, and the ends of his limbs and tail, unlike the purely dark-periwinkle coat of the other dire wolves. An iconic star mark on his forehead formed by a darker color of fur. “Ranga,” Rimuru named him. “Your name will be Ranga!” He said with more intent. The Dire Wolf’s tail began to rapidly shake with joy at the name. All of sudden, Rimuru started to seemingly melt all over the tree stump he sat on, groaning sounds as his consciousness began to turn black. “What’s happening?” Rimuru said, tiredly. The Great Sage, his skill, immediately alerted him too late of his situation.
However, I couldn’t understand. “Great Empyrea, what’s happening to Rimuru?” I asked. She immediately awakened with the sound of a machine.
Name Status: Rimuru Tempest… Medical Searching… Successful!
Internal magicules have fallen below the minimum limit. Entering sleep mode to recover magicules, full recovery is estimated to be 3 days.
I sigh, relieved. “So, he’ll be asleep for three days,” I said. I turned my attention to everyone as they seemed worried for Rimuru. I collectively brought Rimuru into my arms as I patted his form together as a ball. “Don’t worry,” I told everyone. “He’ll be awake soon, for now, we will move to our next agenda. By the time he awakes, I’m sure he’ll be well,” I said as I gently pat the slime. This was a great step to ew discovery as a village.
“I will set rules to provide a sense of predictability and consistency for our village, thereby promoting physical and emotional safety,” I announced to everyone. “Rules?” Everyone repeated. I raised my finger as I demonstrated the number three, “These rules will be known as The Golden Rules,” I said seriously, gaining everyone’s attention to my hands. “The Golden Rules is the principle of treating others as you want to be treated,” I say as they nodded viciously, a determined expression to heed. “This is required to remember, however, other rules established will be given lower consequences for anyone who breaks them,” I instructed.
The Golden Rule… Successful!
Never underestimate the power of personal integrity. Personal integrity is a critical asset for real strength, adhere to a code of respect, never try to justify dishonesty.
Nurture an environment that can use the forces of competition constructively, steer away from those who use competition as a destructive force.
Be grateful for your family, friends, and freedom. Be grateful for the food you eat, for the fact that you have a warm, dry place to sleep with a roof over your head. Soak up every single drop of life you can, because all you’ll ever have is this moment, right now.
Then, three days later finally passed. Rimuru was finally awake from his recovery time. He was greeted by a female goblin, a simple cloth skirt around her waist, patting him gently. “Oh, Rimuru-sama, good morning!” She greeted the slime. Unsure who this was, he still greeted her back politely. “I’ll go get Elder Rigurd and Shinobu-sama!” She said as she stood up to exit the tent. Rimuru slowly felt his memory come back to him of what happened three days ago. He was naming everyone in the village until he suddenly went into recovery mode after using up too many magicules. Shortly after, Rigurd and Shinobu arrived. “Rimuru-sama! Have you awakened?” Rigurd called out. However, the entrance displayed the goblin elder to develop a robust muscular body, his height increased to that of a large adult human and younger appearance.
Rigurd was originally unsteady and wrinkled with the short stature of a goblin. His manner of speech was slow and stuttering. He had trouble keeping his eyes fully open most of the time. Now, he stood tall and proud he often flexed his muscles expressing just how much he loves it.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” Rimuru exclaimed at the tall goblin. This doesn’t look like the old and stub goblin he saw three days ago. His skill, Great Sage, has answered.
When male goblins evolve they become "hobgoblins," while females become "goblinas." Their ranks vary; equipment and armor, individual class and skills, and other such factors greatly affect the rank.
Rigurd began to flex his muscles, Shinobu entering shortly after with herbs in a make-shift grass basket. “It’s because you and Shinobu-sama named us,” Rigurd answered Rimuru. ‘Just like Shinobu-sama had thought,’ Rimuru thought.
Suddenly, the front entrance of the tent exploded. A loud crash as the sound of wind-whipped in the air in circular motions. An enormous wolf appeared in the cloud of wind with a horn protruding from its forehead that has a star crest. I, on the other hand, was amused at the current event. “Ara ara, it seems someone misses you very much,” I teased Rimuru. He still looked at the wolf in front, amazed at its massive size that in comparison, outgrew everyone in the room. “That horn...The star on your forehead, Ranga, is that you?” He questioned the dire wolf. Ranga, upmost with joy, began to wag his tail. “Yes!” He responded, his tail began to wag faster, creating a massive tornado to erupt inside the tent blowing it into the sky. “AHHH'' Rimuru yelled as he was tossed in the swirling wind.
After the accidental tornado, Rimuru wanted everyone to meet to set some ground rules only to find out from Rigurd that I already did. So, instead, he decided to squeeze in more current ones I put up. Although I wanted to hear it first. “What are some rules you wish to lay? I would like to hear them before announcing it,” I said to Rimuru. It’s best to make sure they do not overlap each other. “First, no attacking humans, Second, no fighting among yourselves, and Third, no belittling other races,” he said with intent. I nodded, “I decline the first rule,” I said, watching his slime expression turn shock. “W-what?” He said, confused. “Humans are merely animals hidden in clothes, when they encounter the unknown they lose perspectives. How could we expect they won’t attack us?” I lectured him, reminding him of the story of losing my mother.
“Hey, Mama, you promise you will stay by my side until the end, right?” I asked. She brushes a strand away from my face, slowly cupping my cheeks into her palms. Mother held a smile, blood-drenched her lips, “Yes, until the end,” she promised.
“You’re right,” Rimuru said. “I would still like to get along with humans, we are better off trying to get along with them instead, right? That sure is to benefit us,” He told me, his voice seemed quieter as he drifted into deep thoughts. He then looks back up to stare into my eyes, “For everyone’s safety,” he only said. I sigh, letting my shoulders relax. “Okay,” I said, finally.
Rimuru let out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding in. He called for Rigurd, who in return, welcomed himself to their conversation. “Elder Rigurd, I declare you the Goblin Lord,” he announced. The title struck hobgoblins and goblinas like a bolt of lighting. Tears stained down Rigurd’s muscular cheeks as he bowed his head deeply. “Yes, sir! I accept this responsibility on pain and death!”
After the meeting, the hobgoblins and goblinas were assigned tasks to ensure the village's resources. Though, they had no idea of making clothing and constructing housing. “I wouldn’t call that a house,” Rimuru commented as we watched one of the recently built-home falls apart. “Ara ara, I guess it’s my turn,” I said, finally using one of my skills to use. “Huh?” Rimuru was confused.
“Great Empyrea,” I said, as I knew that she knew what I wanted to do. “But we should probably find someone who's mastered craftsmanship.”
Yes. Confirmed. Artisan Mode Activated!
Can enter a mode to craft things flawlessly, allowing to quickly and efficiently build or repair things in vastly reduced time, notice flaws or mistakes, and tell the quality of the product before it's finished.
Estimated Artisan Mode Time: 2 Hrs 21 Mins 57 Seconds…
Estimated Recovery Time: One Day
Artisan Mode RVP - LVL 7
Rimuru was astonished. ‘This whole time she had a skill like this and didn’t say anything?!’ He thought, still being taken by surprise. I began to collect items as I requested Rigur to form a team to find natural fibers and sharp-edged rocks. “There are some whom we have attempted to trade with a few times. Aside from clothing, they are quite skilled,” Rigurd said to Rimuru. They required roofs for severe weather. “They are Dwarves, and live in Dwargon.” I brightened up at this. Dwarves? I’ve never seen one before. “Let’s go there, Rimuru,” I told him. He nodded, looking at Rigurd, “Can you look after the village while we’re away?” He asked the Goblin lord who began to flex his muscle. “Yes sir!” He saluted. “I’ll start on making a few clothes before we leave,” I said as I walked away to start on my new project. Big by big, a lot of things are happening.
Soon a part was formed that would travel the city of dwarves, Dwargo. Rimuru and I, on top of Ranga, accompanied by Gobta, who had been to Dwargo at one time, along with Rigur and all riders for an extra measure of the company. I waved to the village, “Everyone, see you later!” I shouted as Ranga trudged through the forest. “Goodbye! Have a safe travel!” They all cheered. And then, we were off.
Our travel was going at an incredible pace. Since the Dire Wolves evolved to Tempest Wolves, their long periods of running increased rapidly. The incredible challenge of the clouds in the sky who slowly moved every three frames in the universe. “I am no bird but it must be nice to fly in the sky like them,” I thought aloud and so Ranga decided to speed forward. He created more distance between the other riders as he started to bounce in his steps to defy gravity. It almost seemed like he was levitating shortly until his paw hit the ground. Rimuru held on for life as I screamed with excitement.
Finally, the day went by as the sun took its slumber on the other side of the world. The sky became a dye of fiery colors of orange and pink. We decided to set camp near a river, which according to Gobta, will lead us to Dwargo. Thankfully, branches that are dried were not hard to find. The campfire was lit and ready for usage to cook the ingredients they collected from the forest. Rimuru struck a conversation with Rigur, who later revealed the person to name his brother was Gelmud, Officer in the Demon’s Lord Army. He found potential in him as he was traveling through the forest. Although I found it suspicious for someone with a higher rank to name a lower rank without a purpose. Hopefully, it won’t come to bite us. I ate a few fruits, then set up my spot to sleep once my stomach rested. “U-uh, Shinobu-sama, is it a preference that you only eat plants?” Rigur asked, out of curiosity, that he has never seen Ajins eat meat. I nodded, curling my back against Ranga’s fur. “We, Ajins, do not require meat as we get our nutrients through plants,” I explained to Rigur, who seemed interested in asking me more about my plant diet. I gladly answered them, offering baking lessons involving plants only. “Meat is very delicious,” Gobta commented, chopping some fried meat into his mouth.
Then, Great Empyrea spoke.
Memory Searching...Successful!
[Health Core Class]: Essential Nutrient Cornell Notes
Meat is mainly composed of water, protein, and fat. It is edible raw but is normally eaten after it has been cooked and seasoned or processed in a variety of ways.
Meat is defined to be skeletal muscle and its associated tissues derived from mammalian, avian, reptilian, amphibians, and aquatic species commonly harvested for consumption.
Rigur grabbed something from the side of his wolf partner. A small bag of herbs that are good when seasoned with cooked fruits. “Here, Shinobu-sama,” he said as he passed me the bag. He scratched the back of his neck as he averted eye contact. Rimuru looked at him, then at me. “Hmm~” He hummed, in a teasing manner as he settled on top of Ranga’s back. I blushed, quickly taking the bag as I smiled at the goblin before calling it a night. Ranga made sure I was comfortable as I slowly slipped into the darkness that blinds my vision.
“Sleep my little baby-oh, sleep until you waken,”
“When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken…”
Soon enough, we reached the dwarf city which Gobta had said to be situated inside of a mountain. A thousand years ago the first generation dwarf hero, King Guran Dwargo, had built this country. To this day, the country had been protecting, as well as developing, its history, culture, and technologies.
If we wanted to enter the kingdom, we would first need to pass the checkpoint, so Rimuru decided that only Gobta will come as our guide. The rest will wait on the outskirts of the forest for their return. “Are you sure you want to go in with just you, Shinobu-sama, and Gobta?” Rigur asked, not wanting to leave his leaders behind. He was still worried even if he was assured nothing would happen. “Yeah, we don’t want to bring unwanted attention by going in as a big group,” Rimuru explained. Having a bunch of evolved monsters show up might cause a scene. “We’ll be fine,” Gobta agreed. I went over to Ranga, who whined at the thought of leading his masters behind. I pet his head gently, with a smile on my face as I press a kiss to his snout. “Don’t worry, you can hide in my shadow,” I whispered to him with a wink. He began to wag his tail rapidly. “Yes! Thank you!” He immediately jumped into my shadow. We began to set off to the gate.
As a nation that utilizes free trade, it is the center of trade between all kinds of races. Therefore, the nation keeps a policy of absolute neutrality, and violence is not permitted within. Below the large gate, a small door was installed for the express purpose of letting visitors in and out.
There, the pathway on the right side of the gate is for nobles and other important figures, while the left for everyone else. There was a rather long line that could take a while. “That is quite a line,” Rimuru muttered, counting the people above them. “Once we move inside, we can move around as we please,” Gobta explained to them. He looked alert as if he was waiting for someone or something to pounce on them. Rimuru began to think of elves, imagining how they would look if he were to meet one.
Suddenly, their attention was drawn towards a pair of male humans. “Hey hey hey!” The tall man shouted, lanky and bold, a big scar that makes a horizontal cross covering a good amount of his head. The short one, unwashed spiky blond hair with his body measure of a chubby man. “What’s a bunch of monsters doing out here?” They questioned, licking their blades to seem intimidating. “We’re not inside so we can kill it, right?” The people standing in line began to back up, fear overcoming their expressions, not wanting any part of the situation. Rimuru and I did not feel particularly threatened, we ignored them as we focused on calming down Gobta who looked like he soiled his fabricate. “Hey, Gobta-Kun, did you hear something?” We asked him. Gobta continues to loo at the thugs, “I was beaten up here the last time I tried to get in too,” he said. I frowned, trying to comfort the traumatize Hobgoblin with circular rubs on his shoulder. It seemed like the thugs were robbing people outside the gate. Absolute scumbags. It was unacceptable behavior. “It’s the fate of us weak monsters,” Gobta said sadly, in which he wasn’t far from the truth.
The blonde thug was getting irritating, “Hey, monsters! Don’t you ignore us!” He shouted at us. The tall one had a look that made my stomach turn. He looked too concentrated for someone who started some trouble. “Wait, a talking slime, I bet we could make a fortune off it!” The tall one said, thinking he has hit the jackpot. The blonde turned his gaze to look at me. “Yeah, and that Ajin, aren’t pretty rare?” He then looked down to stare at my chest. “Wow…” He added at the end, licking his lips. I felt disgusted as my hand clenched tightly on my sword. “Ara ara,” I said, with a strained smile as I slowly walked forward. Rimuru, panicking, gesturing towards Gobta to close his ears. With that taken care of, he leaped into action as he landed before the thugs. “Hey there, I’m a generous sort, so I’ll spare you if you leave now. Got it?” Of course, it won’t be easy. The blonde one pointed his weapon at him, “You’re just a puny weak monster! Don’t mess with us!” He shouted. The tall one butted in as he angled his dagger, “You’re dead now!” I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at their response.
“Oh? Do I look like slime to you?” Rimuru said, even though he is one. He activated mimicry to look like an evolved form of Ranga: Tempest Star Wolf. He looked bigger than Ranga. “Did you think you can scare us like that?!” They said, still confident in their skills. Rimuru shook his head, already annoyed at their attempt to be stronger. “Get em’ guys!” They said, all of sudden, three more people appeared. All of the thugs attacked at once, as well as setting up a magic barrier. However, nothing did anything to Rimuru, on the other hand, figured he was doomed. “Did you guys do something to me?” He let out a growl, keeping up his act. “Now it’s m--,” He said but then he felt someone pat his fur. “Rimuru-sama, it’s rude to hog all the attention,” I told him as I walked past the giant wolf form.
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Killing Butterflies | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken
FanfictionPerhaps death is another path that we all must take that leads to a beginning in every end. A woman, no older than eighteen years old, finds herself reincarnated in a world that only has one rule. Survival of the fittest. Will she survive? Or perhap...
