Poyon~ Poyon~...
Poyon~ Poyon~...
Poyon~ Poyon~...
There were so many Poyon~ Poyon~ that I felt like they were communicating with each other. I mean, is that even possible? Even though we are of different species, are we really meant to communicate with each other and settle all our arguments peacefully, by the power of Poyon~ Poyon~?
Poyon~ Poyon~?
Poyon~ Poyon~...
Yes, without a doubt, the Poyon~ Poyon~ were communicating with each other. As if to answer my question, a Poyon~ Poyon~ came from the other side. Is there a better way to communicate with people?
Well, I think it's better to go back in time a little to understand what's going on, don't you?
Me, Kaijin and the three dwarves were walking quite a distance. They finished explaining the basics of blacksmithing to me and told me that I could only discover the rest if I practiced... and, of course, there was the information I borrowed from their minds, which would complete my repertoire, but for now I would leave it in the hands of the Sage. I don't want to see information about anyone's personal life.
We arrived at a large building, whose smell of escaping alcohol made it very clear that it was the so-called "butterflies of the night" bar, and the name on the entrance sign confirmed my doubts. The language? It's the language of the dwarven realm that the Sage had engraved in my head as important information, one of the pieces of information that had already been extracted and computed from everything the Kaijin and the others knew.
"Well, Rimuru-dono, this is the place. Let's go inside, I'm sure it will be to your liking."
Kaijin opened the door and we entered without delay. It would be impolite of us to keep the elven onee-sans waiting too long.
"Ah, Kaijin-san! How long has it been?"
"Yes, it's been a while. I took the opportunity to pay a visit and... bring a little guest."
As soon as Kaijin spoke that last part he turned to one side, allowing the elves inside the bar to see me. For a second it was as if total silence took over the bar, but the next moment, a high-pitched sound, which I could probably only hear due to my super canine hearing, rang out from inside the bar.
"KYAAAAA!!! HOW CUTE!!!"
A blonde elf yelled that and ran from inside the bar to my position, getting to me faster than I could react and hugging me in her arms. Her strength just wasn't overcome by the pressure I felt against my body as she hugged me.
Is this heaven? I'm not sure. As I was reincarnated, I don't think I ever tested whether there is a place like heaven or hell.
Perhaps her scream caught the others' attention, like a beast finding a tasty prey. All the other elves inside the bar, like other hungry predators, looked our way and, as soon as they saw me, they ran towards us. Will I be devoured in this place?
"That's unfair!!"
"That's right! I want to hug the slime-san too!!"
The elves around me began to hug me, taking me away from each other until, as a sort of common agreement, I was at the center of them all. All the elves hugged each other at the same time, leaving me at the center of them.
And so, we return to the moment of every man's dreams. The moment of the most perfect lighting of all, where Poyon~ Poyon~ starts talking and where all the things in this universe make sense.
The image of a river? Is this the Sanzu River? I think I got so immersed in my moment of enlightenment that I forgot to breathe and am about to pass into the other world. Or was it a cardiac arrest? Wait! Would either of them kill me? I don't think so... but if it's my time, I can accept ultimate happiness and leave in peace.
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That Time I Got Reencarnated as a Demon Lord (English)
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