It had been fourteen years since Rimuru joined the Justice League, and in that time, he'd become a force to be reckoned with. The team had seen him grow from an unpredictable, magic-wielding enigma to a trusted, if quirky, member. Today, however, would test the League in ways they hadn't anticipated.
The team was gathered in the War Room, scanning multiple screens as Cyborg relayed information about new threats. Batman stood at the forefront, arms crossed, his expression as stoic as ever.
“We’ve got trouble,” Cyborg announced. “Not just the usual types like Darkseid’s avatars. This time, it’s a group of psychopaths from a parallel Earth. They came through an interdimensional rift by accident, and now they’re on a rampage.”
"Great," Flash groaned. "What’s new? Another set of delusional bad guys with powers?"
Cyborg pulled up a screen showing a live feed from the city. A group of twisted-looking individuals was tearing through buildings and civilians like paper. At the head of the group was a man with an unsettlingly clean smile and a glowing cape—**Homelander**.
"They call themselves 'The Seven' on their world," Cyborg explained. "But here, they're just trouble. Homelander and his team are on a rampage for no apparent reason."
Rimuru leaned back in his chair, arms folded, a pout forming on his face. “I was promised the best food in the world after this briefing. Batman, you’re holding out on me.”
Batman shot Rimuru a sharp look. “You’ll get your food after we take care of these maniacs.”
“Better be worth it,” Rimuru muttered.
Flash and Wonder Woman, meanwhile, were already irritated by **A-Train**, one of Homelander's teammates. A-Train had been boasting, speeding around the city like a blur, but without the finesse Flash had mastered. He'd already killed several civilians, simply because he didn’t care to avoid them.
"This guy’s an idiot," Flash grumbled, arms crossed. "Showing off like that. He’s not even that fast."
Rimuru's eyes narrowed as the situation in the city worsened. Homelander, in his typical fashion, had taken things too far. One incident stood out—a mother running away, clutching her twin infants. She dared to call Homelander cruel, and in response, he obliterated her and the children with a beam of his deadly laser vision, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake.
That was the final straw for Rimuru.
Without a word, Rimuru teleported directly in front of Homelander, his eyes glowing with barely contained fury. Homelander blinked in surprise, his overconfidence blinding him to the real threat standing before him.
“Who let a kid out here?” Homelander sneered. “Run home before you get hurt.”
Rimuru didn’t bother with a response. His fist clenched, glowing with energy, and in an instant, he punched Homelander square in the chest. The force was so great that Rimuru's hand went clean through Homelander's ribcage, shattering bone and puncturing his heart in one brutal motion.
The Justice League watched, stunned.
Flash blinked in disbelief. "Did he just—?"
Batman, ever the skeptic, narrowed his eyes. "First time I've seen him use anything other than magic."
Before Homelander could even react to the shock, Rimuru twisted his hand and ripped his arm out of the superhero's chest, shattering ribs with the motion. Homelander stumbled back, gasping, his eyes wide with confusion and fear.
Rimuru wasn’t done. In a blur of speed—so fast that time itself seemed to slow—he moved behind Homelander and delivered a crushing kick to his skull. The blow collapsed Homelander's head inward, yet his body still stood, kept upright only by the shock of Rimuru's attack. Homelander crumpled to the ground, his broken body lifeless.
Rimuru stood over him, unimpressed.
Flash, finally snapping out of his stupor, muttered, “Well, it’s not exactly on the level of what Dr. Fate is doing to Yogiri, but... yeah, that was brutal.”
Superman landed next to Rimuru, his eyes locked on Homelander’s motionless body. “He won’t stay dead. His team has healing artifacts. They’ll bring him back, and then it starts all over again.”
Rimuru scoffed. “So? I can do this all day.”
But before Homelander could revive, Superman stepped forward, his patience gone. “No. We’ll make sure he learns.” With one swift motion, Superman tore Homelander’s eyes from their sockets, tossing them aside. The superhero was already healing, but the absence of his eyes would be felt for longer. As Homelander’s chest began to knit back together, Superman removed one of his ribs and flung it into the ocean, far away where sharks and other predators would feast on it.
Martian Manhunter, who had been observing quietly, turned his attention to **A-Train** and the rest of Homelander’s team. His face hardened with resolve. “I’ll take care of them.”
In an instant, Martian Manhunter descended upon A-Train, his telepathic powers turning the speedster's mind into a war zone of confusion and terror. A-Train collapsed, his hands clutching his head as he screamed in agony, unable to comprehend the visions tearing through his psyche. The other members of The Seven fared no better, each of them caught in the mental onslaught, reduced to helpless wrecks in moments.
Watching from a distance, Rimuru smirked, teasing Flash, “Are you some magician or speedster? Bringing those kids back from the dead, that’s a neat trick.”
Flash, not missing a beat, pouted, “Are *you* a kid or an adult? It’s been fourteen years, and you haven’t aged a day.”
Rimuru laughed. “Perks of being me. I don’t have to deal with your mortal problems.”
Flash rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.”
Meanwhile, Batman, who had been surveying the scene, was more irritated than usual. The entire city was in ruins, buildings collapsed, fires raged, and bodies lay strewn across the streets. The devastation caused by The Seven was massive, and even with Rimuru and the Justice League intervening, there was still an enormous amount of damage.
"We can’t keep letting this happen," Batman growled. "We need to contain these threats before they reach this level of destruction. Otherwise, the city will be unrecognizable."
Superman, still furious at Homelander, clenched his fists. “We’ll make sure they don’t get another chance.”
Rimuru, calm despite the chaos around him, stretched his arms. "Well, that was fun. Now, where’s my reward, Batman? You promised me the best food."
Batman shot him a withering look. “You’ll get your food once we clean up the mess.”
Rimuru’s shoulders slumped. "You’re always so serious. Fine, but it better be good."
Flash, who was still snickering at Rimuru’s attitude, sped over to Batman’s side. “You know, Bats, you should’ve known food is the only way to keep him in line. You’ve been dealing with him for 14 years, after all.”
Wonder Woman stepped forward, her sword gleaming in the sunlight. "We’ll take care of the cleanup, but we need to be prepared for more incursions from other dimensions. This won’t be the last time."
Rimuru, still pouting, sighed dramatically. “You all worry too much. Just leave it to me next time. I’ll handle them before they even get a chance to cause trouble.”
Batman, ever the skeptic, muttered under his breath. "We’ll see."
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The city was left in ruins, but the Justice League remained vigilant, knowing that with each new threat, their world teetered on the edge of chaos. But with Rimuru in their ranks, unpredictable as he was, they had a wildcard unlike any other.
And in the quiet moments that followed, the only thing on Rimuru’s mind was the promise of good food.
