Rimuru x fictional verse

"A Not-So-Boring Day in Tokyo"

For ten thousand years, Rimuru Tempest had been trapped in the same routine. Paperwork, kingdom management, fighting off new threats, absorbing their powers, and then back to the grind of ruling. It was a life of unparalleled power, but also one of monotony. The cycle repeated endlessly, each day a mirror of the last, until finally, Rimuru couldn't take it anymore.

One day, while staring blankly at another mountain of paperwork, Rimuru sighed. "Ciel," he called out, his voice tinged with weariness. "I’m done with this. Create a clone of me. Make sure it’s indistinguishable from the real thing—same aura, same abilities, everything. I need a break."

Ciel, the ever-loyal voice in his head, responded with a teasing tone, "Oh? The Great Rimuru is tired of paperwork? What a surprise!" She giggled softly. "I guess even you have your limits, huh?"

"Just do it," Rimuru grumbled, trying to ignore the playful jab. Ciel had become increasingly cheeky over the centuries, and while Rimuru didn’t mind, now wasn’t the time.

"As you wish," she replied, still amused. In mere moments, the clone was created, a perfect copy that radiated the same overwhelming aura as Rimuru himself.

"Perfect," Rimuru said, feeling the weight lift off his shoulders. "Now, let’s get out of here."

He closed his eyes and in an instant, Rimuru vanished from his throne room, reappearing in a world completely different from his own.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of Tokyo, the year 2017. The bustling city was a stark contrast to the ancient landscapes and otherworldly realms he was used to. But what caught his attention wasn’t the skyscrapers or the neon lights—it was the chaotic battle happening just a few blocks away.

Rimuru’s golden eyes narrowed as he observed the scene. A massive demonic beast, easily the size of a small building, was wreaking havoc, tearing through concrete and steel like paper. A group of magical girls in flashy outfits were doing their best to fend it off, but their attacks barely scratched the beast’s hide.

"Seriously?" Rimuru muttered to himself. "These things are still around?"

Demonic beasts had apparently become a common occurrence in this timeline of Earth. Their arrival in 1200 AD had led to the near-extinction of the male population. Now, only 20% of the population was male, with most men either in hiding or too valuable to risk in battle. The women, on the other hand, had developed advanced technology, magic, and mecha robots to protect themselves.

One of the magical girls let out a battle cry, charging at the beast with a glowing sword. But before she could land a hit, the beast swatted her away like a fly, sending her crashing into a nearby building.

"That’s enough of this nonsense," Rimuru sighed, growing more annoyed by the second. He glanced down at the ground and noticed a discarded sword—a cheap, mass-produced weapon likely meant for practice. He picked it up casually.

With a flick of his wrist, he infused the sword with a tiny fraction of his aura. The weapon, once mundane, now glowed with a light that was both blindingly bright and oppressively dark. It was an aura that embodied both light and darkness but was neither—a paradox that only Rimuru could wield.

The demonic beast roared, turning its attention to Rimuru. With a bored expression, Rimuru swung the sword.

The air itself seemed to split as the sword cut through the beast. The impact was so powerful that it created a shockwave, splitting the earth beneath them and tearing the sky apart. The demonic beast, whose skin was tougher than diamond, was effortlessly sliced into two clean halves. Its DNA was instantly overwritten, every cell overloaded with energy before disintegrating into nothingness.

The magical girls stared in shock as the beast vanished before their eyes. They had no idea who this stranger was or how he had so easily defeated the creature they had been struggling against.

Rimuru, on the other hand, simply yawned. "Too easy," he muttered, tossing the sword aside. He could already feel the boredom creeping back.

As he turned to leave, something caught his attention. One of the magical girls, evidently the leader, stood up and tried to give a rousing speech to her team. She was all fire and determination, the kind of girl who would normally inspire confidence and rally her troops.

But Rimuru wasn’t in the mood for drama. With a mischievous grin, he decided to have a little fun.

As the girl began to speak, Rimuru subtly used his power to manipulate her voice. Instead of delivering a powerful speech, she suddenly found herself saying something utterly nonsensical.

"I—uh, I love... sitting on nails because it’s so pleasurable... And I, uh, want to... ride a guy’s... um... c-cock..."

The entire battlefield fell silent as everyone processed what had just been said. The girl’s face turned beet red, her eyes wide with horror. She clapped her hands over her mouth, utterly mortified, while her team stared at her in shock and confusion.

"What the hell was that?!" one of the girls finally shouted.

The leader frantically shook her head, trying to explain herself, but all that came out were more embarrassing phrases, each worse than the last. Rimuru had to stifle a laugh as the poor girl dug herself deeper and deeper into a verbal pit of humiliation.

Finally, he decided to put her out of her misery. With a snap of his fingers, he released the control over her voice. The girl immediately stopped talking, her face still burning with embarrassment.

"Guess I’ll find something else to do," Rimuru mused, watching the chaos unfold with a satisfied grin. This Earth, with its demonic beasts, magical girls, and advanced technology, might just be the perfect place to have some fun after all.

And with that, he walked away, leaving the magical girls to figure out what had just happened. He had a feeling this was going to be a lot more interesting than paperwork.

As for the magical girls, well... they had no idea what they were in for.