Temporal Redemption: Veldora's Journey Through Time

Demon Lord Rimuru!

Rimuru's evolution to Demon Lord

As Ranga dashed into the heart of Tempest, carrying Rimuru on his back, the entire city seemed to hold its breath. The residents, filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, watched as Shuna approached, her face a mask of concern and hope. When she saw Rimuru, now unconscious and in his slime form, her heart skipped a beat. She gently lifted him from Ranga's back, her hands trembling slightly as she carried him to a small pillar in the center of the city.

Shuna carefully placed a soft blanket beneath Rimuru and laid him down as gently as possible. Despite her relief that he had returned safely, she couldn't shake the worry gnawing at her heart. The others gathered around, their eyes fixed on Rimuru's small, seemingly fragile form. 

As they watched, a soft, golden light began to emanate from Rimuru. It started as a faint glow, then gradually grew brighter, casting a warm, ethereal radiance across the gathered crowd. The people of Tempest looked on in awe, recognizing this as the beginning of something extraordinary.

Then, a voice echoed through the air, clear and resonant, yet somehow distant and otherworldly. It was the Voice of the World, a phenomenon known to announce significant events in this world.

Voice of the World: "The Harvest Festival has begun. The individual's physical constitution will be rebuilt, and he will evolve into a new race. 

As the Voice of the World declared the beginning of the Harvest Festival, the gravity of the moment settled over the city like a shroud. The people of Tempest, their faces a mix of concern and hope, instinctively closed their eyes, bowing their heads in silent prayer. Each prayer was a plea for their leader's safety, a wish for the success of this mysterious and powerful evolution.

In the hearts of the citizens, there was an unspoken bond with Rimuru—a bond of trust, loyalty, and admiration. He had brought them together, built a home for them, and treated each of them with kindness and respect. Now, as he lay before them, undergoing an extraordinary transformation, they could only hope that this change would not take away the leader they had come to love.

The golden light around Rimuru pulsed with a steady rhythm, like the heartbeat of something greater than any of them could comprehend. The aura was warm, comforting, yet tinged with the unknown. It was clear to everyone that Rimuru was on the brink of something monumental—something that would change him forever.

Despite the uncertainty, there was a sense of unity among the people. They held onto their faith in Rimuru, trusting that whatever he became, he would still be the same Rimuru who had brought them all together. Their prayers were a collective wish, a hope that their leader would emerge from this transformation stronger, yet unchanged in the ways that mattered most.

As the golden light around Rimuru faded, the Voice of the World echoed once more, announcing the completion of his Harvest Festival. The citizens of Tempest, who had been waiting anxiously, reacted with a mix of relief and joy.

Shuna's face lit up with joy, and she cried out,

Shuna: Lord Rimuru!

Benimaru, with a deep sense of awe, muttered,

Benimaru: A demon lord

It was clear that Rimuru had successfully evolved into something far greater.

But then, the Voice of the World continued, surprising everyone with the unexpected news. 

Voice of the world: (continuing) Now beginning bestowing of gifts upon those connected to him.

Hearing the Voice Of The World everyone looked surprised. They did not expect to receive anything yet the Voice Of The World stated that they would receive gifts from their ruler.