Rimuru x fictional verse

Rimuru and his troubles

Rimuru pov

The desk in my office was buried under mountains of paperwork—literally. A few months ago, I would have never imagined that being a Demon Lord would mean dealing with so much administrative work. Sure, conquering threats like Feldway and Ivaraj had its exciting moments, but ever since we wiped the floor with them and secured peace, my days were filled with managing Tempest's development.

Currently, my focus was on an ambitious project: building a magical city. Not just any magical city, but one unlike anything Tempest had seen before—a vibrant hub for magic, commerce, and culture, separate from the confines of our beloved labyrinth. Ramiris’s labyrinth was already something extraordinary, with its infinite floors and pocket dimensions, but I wanted something that had its own character. Something fun.

As I sketched a blueprint for the city's layout, I casually spoke to Ciel, my ever-loyal companion and greatest ally in matters of the mind. “Ciel, what do you think about creating a system for our new city that’s similar to the Voice of the World? It could monitor and manage citizen levels, maybe even restrict access to certain areas based on that.”

<That’s a splendid idea, Master!> Ciel’s voice chimed in my mind, filled with her usual enthusiasm. <It could enhance security and make sure only authorized individuals could access certain places. We could implement phasing systems too—allowing entry only to those with a certain citizenship status or higher. I’m sure it would make everyone feel more special!>

I chuckled at her eagerness. “You’re always full of ideas, aren’t you? Honestly, I sometimes think you’re having more fun with all of this than I am.”

<Of course, I am! This is all very exciting. Being your loyal assistant has given me quite the creative outlet,> she bragged, her voice sounding even more pleased with herself than usual. <Besides, it’s been twelve years since any real threats. Someone has to keep things lively around here.>

I rolled my eyes. Twelve years. It felt like both a lifetime and a blink of an eye. Feldway, Ivaraj, and all those other pests were nothing more than history now. Tempest had grown beyond anyone’s imagination, and our influence spanned across dimensions. But I had to admit, without any real dangers, things had become a bit… boring.

“Speaking of keeping things lively,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Hey, Ciel, is there any record of a Satoru Mikami in a different timeline of Earth? Other than the one I used to be?”

<Oh, definitely!> Ciel responded, her tone almost mischievous. <Every world has an infinite number of timelines, each with its own unique cycle. Each timeline is on a separate time axis. So, yes, there are plenty of Satoru Mikamis out there. Thinking of causing a little chaos for another version of yourself?>

“Maybe,” I said with a grin. “I was just thinking it might be fun to mess with another Rimuru. How about the one who’s just been born as a slime in Veldora’s cave? He’s probably sealed in there, clueless about everything. Imagine his reaction if a future version of himself dropped in for a visit.”

<You’re awful, Master! But I love it. It would be quite amusing,> Ciel said, her laughter ringing in my head. <Though, it could also be very enlightening. After all, seeing a version of yourself in a different situation could provide some interesting insights.>

I was about to continue the conversation when the door to my office burst open, and in strolled Veldora, looking unusually flustered. “Rimuru! We’ve got a situation!”

“What now?” I asked, half-exasperated, half-amused.

“It’s Ramiris! She somehow managed to accidentally isolate another world on the first floor of her labyrinth. I tried to help her remove it, but things got… complicated.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Ramiris and her antics. That fairy could create more chaos than any Demon Lord. “What do you mean by ‘isolated another world’?”

“Well,” Veldora began, scratching his head. “Chloe was in there testing her skills and she thought it would be fun to use Infinite Imprisonment on the other world. And, uh, it worked a bit too well. It’s now entombed in an infinitely vast imaginary space.”

“Of course it is,” I sighed. Chloe’s Infinite Imprisonment was one of the most powerful abilities I knew of, capable of sealing anything away in a metaphysical realm. And of course, she’d use it for fun.

<What an amusing predicament,> Ciel chimed in, clearly enjoying the drama. <Though, it does raise the question of how they plan to get the world out of there.>

I got up from my desk, pushing the paperwork aside. “Alright, I’ll take a look. If nothing else, this will be a good distraction from all the forms and regulations I’ve been dealing with.”

As we walked toward the labyrinth, Veldora kept ranting about the trouble Ramiris had caused and how she never listened. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know, this kind of chaos is what keeps life interesting, don’t you think?”

Veldora shot me a glare but then grinned. “Yeah, I suppose. Still, you’d think she’d learn by now.”

When we arrived at the labyrinth, Ramiris was buzzing around, her tiny wings fluttering frantically. Chloe was nearby, looking both proud and slightly guilty. “Hey, Rimuru!” Ramiris shouted. “Can you help us out? I didn’t mean to trap another world in here, honest!”

I crossed my arms and shook my head. “You never mean to, but it always happens. Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Chloe waved a hand, and a portal opened to the sealed world. It was a desolate landscape, frozen in time within the infinite space of Chloe’s imprisonment. “I thought it would be a good training exercise,” she explained, looking a bit sheepish.

I smirked. “Well, it certainly is a unique situation. Let’s see if we can extract this world without causing any more damage.”

As I began working with Chloe and Veldora to unravel the infinite layers of the seal, I couldn’t help but marvel at the unpredictability of life here in Tempest. Sure, being a Demon Lord came with its fair share of responsibilities, but with friends like these, there was never a dull moment.

And maybe, just maybe, once we were done here, I’d pop over to that alternate timeline and see how that other Rimuru was doing. After all, it never hurt to have a little fun.