In this chaotic mess of realities and dimensions, the battle was finally over, and the villains were captured. However, amidst the destruction, a young Rimuru from an alternate world stood sobbing, his small frame shaking as tears streamed down his face. He was crying for his mother, Lucia, and his father, Veldanava, desperately wanting to see his big sister, Milim, again. His tear-filled eyes darted between the fallen or evil Zeno and Goku, who he believed were responsible for his pain. These villains had killed his mother right in front of him. Since then, he'd been flung into a different world, a chaotic mess where he was out of his depth and powerless to change anything.
Rimuru, watching the scene, was utterly confused. "What the fuck is going on?" he muttered under his breath, struggling to make sense of the bizarre scenario unfolding before him.
Ciel, his ever-calm guide, responded. "It seems this Rimuru is born from a different story recorded in the 'Fictional Line.' It's a force that operates the opposite of the Promised Neverland. Normally, Promised Neverland frees beings from their fates, while the Fictional Line binds them to different, often nonsensical stories. This brat is a result of one of those narratives."
Rimuru raised an eyebrow. "So all I need to do is use that first spell I used on the Parademon when I first got here, right?"
Meanwhile, Flash, always a troublemaker, was busy bullying his evil counterpart by denying him food. Superman had dealt with his villainous self by hurling him into a world filled with kryptonite. And then there was Rimuru himself, casually erasing every version of Yogiri he encountered. Whether it was good or bad, it didn’t matter. Using Turn Null as an anti-multiverse erasure spell, Rimuru had wiped them from existence without a second thought. As far as he was concerned, it was a test of power. But in reality, it was much more a spell that erased the very concept of 'The End,' leaving behind only endless new beginnings.
Thor, shaking his head, turned to Rimuru and asked, “So, you’ve got no parents, but this brat does? How’s that make sense?”
Rimuru shrugged, unbothered. “He’s not from a different timeline, but a whole other world or story. It’s just Fictional Line nonsense.”
Bratty Rimuru was being carried by Doctor Strange, thrashing wildly. The young version of Rimuru, mentally and physically just twelve years old, kicked and bit Strange in frustration. Strange, tired of the struggle, accidentally threw the brat to the ground, causing him to bleed from the impact. The brat quickly stood up, clutching his bleeding arm, glaring at Strange with teary eyes.
“You must be the one who killed my mom and dad!” the brat shouted, his voice trembling with rage. “I haven’t seen them in a whole day! You killed them, and now I’ll make you all pay!”
Doctor Strange sighed, healing the brat, though his patience was wearing thin. The brat’s tantrums were growing tiresome, especially since it was clear that he wasn’t truly evil. He had just been playing around with Zeno, thinking the Omni-King was a weak ball he could throw around. He didn’t even know that Goku was a powerful warrior just some "overgrown gorilla" who blasted energy beams. The brat wasn’t much of a villain. He was just a lost, confused kid who wanted his parents back.
But Rimuru wasn’t in the mood for sympathy. He casually walked over to the brat and kicked him to the ground, then kicked him again, harder this time, watching as the brat cried out in pain.
“C’mon, stop crying. It’s just a little punishment,” Rimuru said, his voice cold. “You’re disobedient. You need to learn the hard way.”
Flash winced, glancing over at Rimuru. “Hey, that’s just a kid. You’re being way too harsh.”
Rimuru shrugged again, completely unfazed. “He needs to learn obedience somehow.”
The brat cried even harder, bleeding and bruised. His body may have been healing quickly due to his regenerative abilities, but the pain was unbearable. He screamed for his mother and father, desperately calling for them as if they would appear and save him from this torment. But no one came. All he had left was his determination for revenge against those who killed his family Zeno and Goku. In his childlike mind, all Zenos and Gokus were evil, deserving of destruction.
Rimuru, completely nonchalant, grabbed the brat by the leg and slammed him into the ground like a ragdoll, over and over again. The brat tried to fight back, but his strength was nothing compared to Rimuru’s overwhelming power. It was no use. He was outmatched, outclassed, and utterly powerless. But still, he kept fighting, kept crying, kept trying to avenge his parents.
Through his sobs, the brat remembered the moment he had been pulled into this world. It was after his big sister Milim had gone berserk, slaughtering the evil versions of Zeno and Goku in a mindless rage. His father, Veldanava, had sent him away through a portal, trying to protect him. But instead of safety, the brat had found himself in a world of chaos, surrounded by people he didn’t understand and enemies he couldn’t defeat.
Now, he was being beaten mercilessly by someone who shared his name, someone who seemed to mock him at every turn. “You’re just a fake,” Rimuru sneered, kicking the brat again. “A worthless imitation.”
The brat’s tears were endless. He had lost everything his mother, his father, his sister. He didn’t understand why he was here or why these people were so cruel. He just wanted to go home. He wanted his family back.
But no one cared. No one listened. Rimuru’s mocking voice echoed in his ears, reminding him of his failure, of his powerlessness. And all the brat could do was cry and beg, hoping that someone, anyone, would take pity on him and bring his family back.
But in this world of gods and monsters, pity was a rare commodity.
The brat tried to stand once more, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He wanted to take control of everyone, to make them feel the same pain he had felt. But his body was too weak, his powers drained from controlling so many people and playing with the countless Zenos like ping-pong balls.
In the back of his mind, the brat still clung to hope. Maybe, just maybe, his big sister Milim was still out there. She had gone berserk and destroyed the evil Zeno and Goku when they killed their mother. Maybe she could come save him now. Maybe his father, Veldanava, could send him back to their world. But as his vision blurred and the pain became too much, all he could do was cry, his voice echoing in the ruined city around him.
"Mommy... Daddy... please come back..."
