Rimuru go to Japan for fun

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Rimuru's acceptance of the invitation to this high-profile event was like a switch being flipped. His ever-growing fame in Japan had left him bored with the mundanity of everyday life, but this? This was an opportunity to revel in his own grandeur and indulge in the spectacle of his exaggerated persona.

As soon as he walked in, Rimuru made sure all eyes were on him. He held his head high, his steps deliberate, as though every move was calculated for maximum dramatic effect. The room, filled with other esteemed guests, suddenly felt like his stage, and he had no intention of letting anyone forget it.

He was immediately approached by a curious guest, who, like many others, had likely heard rumors of the "Demon Lord Rimuru."

Guest: "You're quite the character, aren't you?"

Rimuru smirked, his eyes narrowing as if he were sizing up an opponent. "Character? No, no, you misunderstand, mortal. I am not a character. I am the character the apex of charisma, power, and, of course, irresistible charm. You see before you the Demon Lord Rimuru, a being who transcends mere labels."

The guest raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but also intrigued. "And what brings a being like yourself to such a, well, humble event?"

Rimuru's grin widened, his arrogance on full display. He straightened his posture even more if that were possible and with a sweeping gesture, responded, "Humility? Ha! Such concepts are for those who seek to define themselves by limits. I, on the other hand, am bound by none. I came to this gathering not out of necessity, but out of generosity. This event required a touch of the extraordinary, and so I have graced it with my presence."

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone but loud enough for others to hear. "It's almost unfair for the others, really. How can they possibly compete when someone like me is in the room?"

The guest chuckled, clearly entertained, and took a sip of their drink. "I see you don't suffer from self-doubt."

Rimuru scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Doubt? For lesser beings, perhaps. But for one such as I, it is an unfamiliar concept. When you wield both power and charm, as effortlessly as I do, what room is there for doubt?"

Another guest, overhearing the conversation, jumped in. "So, what's the secret? Is it the power, the charisma, or something else that makes you... well, you?"

Rimuru's eyes sparkled as he prepared for his next grand statement. He raised one finger in the air, as though proclaiming some profound universal truth. "Ah, the secret? Let me enlighten you. It's a delicate balance no, a masterpiece of natural-born talent, divine charisma, and, of course, my endless well of self-confidence. I don't simply exist, I command the very reality around me. Mortals, the universe, even fate itself bends to my will."

The guests exchanged glances, some chuckling, others fully entertained by Rimuru's over-the-top bravado. His antics were so overdone that no one could quite tell if he was serious or simply having fun playing up his "Demon Lord" persona. Either way, everyone was drawn in.

A particularly bold guest, perhaps a little tipsy, chimed in. "Come on, Rimuru, surely there's something someone out there who can match you."

Rimuru shot the guest a devilish smile. "You think there's someone who could challenge me?" He gave a mock sigh, his voice dripping with exaggerated sympathy. "How adorable. But I assure you, should such an individual exist, they have yet to make their presence known. And even if they did, I would simply... adjust reality to ensure my victory."

The crowd around him burst into laughter, but Rimuru wasn't finished. His voice took on a more serious tone, though still laced with his signature arrogance. "Understand this, dear mortals: I do not need to prove myself to anyone. The very fact that I am here standing before you, gracing you with my brilliance is all the proof you'll ever need."

One of the more skeptical guests raised an eyebrow. "And if you were ever bested? What then?"

Rimuru's expression darkened for a moment, only to be replaced with a confident, almost dangerous smirk. "Bested? That word holds no meaning in my world. I don't lose. I allow others to believe they stand a chance. But in the end, reality always corrects itself in my favor."

The guests were now fully invested, some clapping at Rimuru's sheer audacity. The mix of arrogance, charm, and theatrics was irresistible, and even those who had been skeptical at first were now playing along.

As the night wore on, Rimuru continued to bask in the attention, offering "wise" advice, claiming to be the architect of the universe's most profound mysteries, and even hinting that his true power was so great that it could break the fabric of reality itself if he were to truly unleash it. Of course, he delivered these lines with such exaggerated seriousness that it was impossible not to be entertained.

And as the event came to a close, Rimuru stood in the center of the room, spreading his arms wide. "Fear not, mortals! Though my time here may be brief, the memory of me of Rimuru, the Demon Lord shall remain eternal. You have been graced by greatness this evening. Take that with you into your dull, ordinary lives."

With a final flourish, he turned on his heel and exited, leaving behind a room full of amused, entertained, and utterly bewildered guests.