Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Rimuru videos reached even Hollywood..

Rimuru's fame exploded in ways he could have never imagined. His videos went viral, yes, but what followed was beyond anything even his theatrical mind could have concocted. Hollywood itself had come calling. The entertainment industry was abuzz, and Rimuru’s already inflated ego got a hefty boost.

It all started when a particular video—Rimuru dramatically summoning a swirling black flame, reciting some overly-dramatic line about the void and destruction—gained millions of views within days. Not just internet trolls, but actual Hollywood producers sat up in their ergonomic chairs and noticed. This guy had charisma, they thought, and more than enough flair to carry a blockbuster film. Rimuru was soon approached by an official-looking email from a high-ranking Hollywood producer.

Upon reading it, he scoffed, but then his eyes gleamed mischievously. "A movie? They want to put *me* on the big screen? Of course, they do. What took them so long?"

It wasn’t long before discussions with major studios began. Producers had a vision: a British Demon Lord who walks the line between antihero and inspirational figure. Of course, Rimuru played up his roots, claiming ties to some vague noble British heritage he’d never mentioned before, which added a certain "poshness" to his already dramatic persona.

"Ah, yes, the essence of royalty flows through me," Rimuru had said with a deep, regal tone during one of the early meetings. "This role, this *narrative* is my destiny, naturally."

The Hollywood execs, of course, loved it. The guy had real presence, a kind of eccentric energy they knew would play well with audiences. Sure, he was a bit... eccentric, but they could work with that.

The first few production meetings were a riot. Rimuru insisted on referring to himself in the third person throughout the discussions, prompting equal parts amusement and exasperation from the crew.

“Rimuru demands a role of gravitas," he said, one arm dramatically outstretched as if addressing a gathered kingdom. “This... Demon Lord will accept nothing less than a position befitting his royal lineage.”

To the side, a scriptwriter whispered to his colleague, “Is this guy serious, or is he doing a bit?”

“Both,” his colleague responded, watching Rimuru with a fascinated look. “Definitely both.”

Rimuru, oblivious to—or perhaps deliberately ignoring—the quiet commentary, had his own plans for the movie. He saw it as a platform for showcasing his "unparalleled" powers, intellect, and charm. The producers, on the other hand, were figuring out how to balance his wild ideas with a script that would appeal to actual audiences.

One conversation in particular stood out during the brainstorming session:

Producer: “We see you as the protagonist in a fantasy epic. A Demon Lord with a heart, you know? You’d have to face moral dilemmas, lead armies, maybe even learn to care for a ragtag group of underdogs—”

Rimuru (interrupting with an imperious wave of his hand): “A Demon Lord with a heart? Preposterous! Rimuru cares for no such trivialities. The movie should be about my rise to ultimate power! The weak bow before me, the strong perish, and mortals tremble as my name is whispered across dimensions!”

The room fell silent for a beat. Then the director, always quick on his feet, leaned in, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Director: “What if... you start off as this unstoppable force, but over time, you discover something even greater? Something like... the power of friendship?”

Rimuru recoiled dramatically, looking scandalized. “*Friendship*?!” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Are you... mocking me?”

The producer quickly jumped in. “No, no, it's a classic arc! Think about it—your character can learn to value others while still being a badass. We’d add some epic battle sequences, and you get to look cool the whole time.”

Rimuru rubbed his chin, clearly deep in thought. “Hmm... as long as I remain undeniably superior, perhaps I will *permit* such a narrative.”

The crew exchanged relieved glances.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. As word spread about the film project, another surprising development occurred: Gojo Satoru, the blindfold-wearing sorcerer, heard about it and decided to waltz into one of Rimuru’s meetings, unannounced. Gojo, of course, wasn’t there to cause trouble he just couldn’t resist showing up to see what the fuss was about. And, perhaps, to remind everyone that he, too, was a star in his own right.

Gojo walked in casually, looking effortlessly cool, with his blindfold and cocky grin. “So, I hear Hollywood’s all about this ‘Demon Lord Rimuru’ now. Funny, I thought I was the only one with all the hype.”

The air in the room went tense. Rimuru’s eyes narrowed, and his dramatic tone dripped with arrogance. “You... dare to compare yourself to me, mortal?”

The execs exchanged nervous looks as Gojo chuckled, clearly unfazed. “Mortal? Rimuru, c’mon. I thought we were beyond such labels. You and I, we’re more alike than you think.”

“Alike?” Rimuru laughed, but there was an edge to it. “I transcend even the gods, Gojo. You? You’re merely a... fashion statement with fancy tricks.”

Gojo smirked, lifting a hand to adjust his blindfold slightly. “Is that so? Well, I suppose we’ll let the box office decide.”

As much as Rimuru loathed the competition, there was no denying the spark of rivalry that Gojo brought to the table. It could only help his growing fame.

By the time the meeting wrapped up, everyone in the room knew one thing: this movie was going to be unlike anything Hollywood had ever seen. The absurd mix of Rimuru’s theatrics, Gojo’s smugness, and the ridiculous (yet somehow compelling) storyline they were cooking up meant that this project was shaping up to be the most talked-about film of the decade.

As Rimuru left the meeting, he muttered to himself, “A Demon Lord with friends... tch. Ridiculous.” But then, a small grin curled at the corner of his mouth. “Though... perhaps... it could work. For the right price.”

And with that, Rimuru’s Hollywood journey began, filled with eccentric demands, comedic misunderstandings, and, of course, a healthy dose of demon lord swagger. The world was about to see a new kind of hero one with a flair for the dramatic and absolutely no patience for mortals who didn’t recognize his obvious superiority.