Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Rimuru get invitation from cinema chapter 11

Rimuru's life had taken on a certain kind of rhythm one that seemed to pull him from one strange encounter to the next, each more absurd than the last. His viral stunts, from dominating the school's chess competition to wiping the floor with the martial arts champion, had transformed him from a quirky physics teacher into a full-blown internet sensation. The students' nickname for him, "Chunnibyou Sensei," had gone from being a playful jab to an affectionate title that followed him everywhere. His eccentricities were no longer viewed with skepticism, but with admiration, and this shift had reached an unexpected place the entertainment industry.

It all started with a simple email from a cinema's marketing team, offering Rimuru a role in their upcoming fantasy film. "We've seen your online presence and think you'd be a great fit for a role in our latest project," the message read. Normally, something like this would be filtered through Rimuru's inbox without much thought, but the wording had caught his attention. They were offering him a role because* of his "unique persona." They didn't want just anyone they wanted him.

Amused, Rimuru sat back in his chair, cracking a smile as he drafted a response. He knew how to turn this situation into something entertaining.

"I am humbled by your invitation," he wrote, "but I must inform you that I only partake in performances befitting my royal status as a demon lord."

He chuckled to himself as he hit send, imagining the confused expressions on the faces of the cinema executives. In his mind, they'd be scratching their heads, wondering what kind of egotist would demand to be treated like royalty for a movie role. But the truth was, Rimuru had no intention of being anything less than over-the-top. If they were going to rope him into something ridiculous like acting, he'd make sure the ride was unforgettable.

To his surprise, the cinema executives didn't back down. Instead, they leaned into the bit.

"Your royal status? Are you suggesting you'll only participate in roles that align with your persona as a demon lord?"

Rimuru's grin widened. This was getting interesting.Oh, you want to play along? Fine by him. He cracked his knuckles and began typing his next response, upping the theatrics.

"Indeed, my friends. As a demon lord, my roles are not mere performances but grand expressions of my character. If a role befits the stature and presence of a ruler of chaos, then perhaps we can find common ground."

His email dripped with smug, mock-royal flair, and he imagined the executives chuckling at the absurdity of it all. But to his surprise, instead of laughing it off, they replied almost immediately, taking the whole thing very seriously. They proposed a meeting to discuss the finer details of his "demands."

Rimuru couldn't believe it. These people were really going along with this "demon lord" act. It was almost too good to be true. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation had Rimuru's head spinning with ideas. If they're really serious about this, I'm going to have the time of my life.

The meeting took place in a lavish office downtown. Rimuru showed up wearing his most eccentric outfit: a long, dark coat draped over his shoulders like a cape, his scarf trailing dramatically behind him, and dark sunglasses perched on his nose even though they were indoors. He looked less like a demon lord and more like someone cosplaying at an anime convention, but that didn't stop him from strolling into the office as if he owned the place.

"Ah, welcome Lord Rimuru," the marketing manager greeted, hesitating for a moment before adding, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

Rimuru smirked, enjoying how uncomfortable the poor guy looked. "The pleasure is mine," Rimuru replied, waving his hand in a grandiose manner as though he were greeting a subject. "I trust you've prepared the proper accommodations for a being of my caliber?"