Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Reason rimuru hated goddess of beauty

Rimuru's grand entrance into Hollywood took a turn he hadn’t quite anticipated. What started as a casual mingling with celebrities quickly escalated into a full-blown "royalty situation." He had barely introduced himself before whispers of "prince" began to circulate, much to his dismay.

Standing amidst the crowd, with phones snapping pictures and curious onlookers surrounding him, Rimuru huffed in exasperation. With a flourish of his hand, he silenced the murmurs and lifted his chin, putting on his best regal expression.

“Alright, enough of this prince nonsense,” he said, his voice a dramatic mix of irritation and superiority. “I am no prince! Do I look like someone waiting in line for a throne I don’t even want?” He placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “I am Rimuru Tempest, Demon Lord, ruler of vast nations and realms far beyond your imagination. I don’t need a title from my father or anyone else. I’ve already built my own empire!”

Despite his attempt at gravitas, Rimuru’s passionate declarations had the opposite effect. The more he insisted on not being a prince, the more it sounded like a rebellious teenager trying to convince his parents he didn’t need to be part of the family business.

The crowd, naturally, found this mix of seriousness and petulance highly amusing. A few even snickered behind their hands as Rimuru’s eyes narrowed in mild frustration.

One particularly bold attendee asked, “So, if you’re not a prince, are you running away from something bigger?”

Rimuru, trying to regain his composure, folded his arms and adopted a more serious tone. “Of course not! I’m not *running away* from anything,” he said, but his voice had a noticeable defensive edge to it. “I’ve simply chosen to… take a break. Ruling nations, establishing diplomatic relations with dragons and spirits it’s exhausting, you know?” He let out a dramatic sigh, as though he were some long-suffering monarch burdened by the weight of his enormous responsibilities.

“Sure, sure,” the same attendee replied, winking. “Not running, just... on vacation from the crown?”

Rimuru’s eye twitched, and he waved the comment away, trying to appear unfazed. “Exactly! A vacation. A much-deserved one after years of selfless service to my people. And,” he added with a smirk, “certainly not because my father’s trying to marry me off to some goddess or anything like that.”

The crowd perked up at this mention, and a new round of laughter bubbled up. Someone immediately chimed in, “Oh, a goddess of beauty? You’re dodging that bullet, huh?”

Rimuru rolled his eyes dramatically, but despite his best efforts to stay composed, his words started to sound more like whining than regal declarations. “Honestly, who wouldn’t dodge that? She’s so stuck on her own reflection that I doubt she could handle even a fraction of my world’s chaos. Once, I tried a simple prank on her just harmless fun! I changed one of her friends into the opposite gender for a few days, gave speech to a couple of the local animals. It was hilarious! But no, she just couldn’t take it! She called it ‘chaotic’ and ‘unpredictable’ she lacks the backbone for the kind of mischief we handle on a daily basis.”

The crowd was now in hysterics, thoroughly enjoying the mental image of the goddess panicking at Rimuru’s idea of “fun.”

"And then," Rimuru continued, growing more animated as he recounted the tale, "she tried to complain to my father. My father! As if he wasn’t busy enough trying to marry me off to solve his political problems.” He crossed his arms, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s like he thinks a wedding is going to fix all the nonsense going on up there.”

Rimuru let out a long sigh, tilting his head as though burdened by all the divine drama. “But no one ever listens to me. ‘Rimuru, be more responsible,’ they say. ‘Stop causing chaos with your spells,’ they say.” His tone was edging more into the whiny territory, his frustration clear. “I’m just trying to live my best life, but nooo, I have to get nagged constantly! I swear, the goddess wasn’t even that interesting.”

By this point, the Hollywood crowd was in stitches, barely able to contain themselves as Rimuru’s serious attempt at explaining his divine plight came off as the ultimate case of "first-world problems." The more he ranted, the more endearing and ridiculous he seemed.

One particularly cheeky bystander raised their hand. “So, no wedding? Does that mean you’re still on the market, your lordship?”

Rimuru, momentarily caught off guard, sputtered before regaining his composure. “W-Well, I suppose if the right queen of chaos were to show up…” He trailed off, his usual suave demeanor slipping as he tried to navigate the awkward flirtation.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Rimuru could only smirk, finally embracing the absurdity of the situation. He spread his arms in a grand gesture. “Very well! I may not be a prince, but consider me the Demon Lord of Hollywood for the evening.”