Ahok Reborn as Rimuru Tempest

Chapter 3

Opening:

[Ahok Tempest] Hmm.

[Looking over the goblins, he notices their scrawny forms and lack of battle readiness. His calculating mind quickly assesses their limitations.]

[Ahok Tempest] 'Most of these goblins don't look like they could do much damage to a Direwolf. They lack that warrior vibe. And muscles.'

[He frowns, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. He might have bitten off more than he can chew, but showing doubt isn't an option.]

[Ahok Tempest] Do you all understand our situation?

[Goblin A] Yes, we are prepared to fight against the Direwolves, even if it costs us our lives!

[Ahok raises his hand, stopping their fervor with a calm but authoritative tone.]

[Ahok Tempest] No need to get worked up. Just be chill. What matters is that we go out there and do the best we can.

[His voice holds the weight of experience, like a seasoned general reassuring his troops. He clears his throat, trying to inspire confidence while thinking of his next steps.]

[Ahok Tempest] Now, can someone show me your wounded?

[Goblin Elder(Ridgur)] We did the best we could, but it's not enough.

[As Ahok approaches the wounded, he realizes just how dire the situation is. The wounds are deep, more brutal than he had expected. He looks around at the hopeless faces of the goblins, and something stirs within him—a need to bring hope where there's despair.]

[Ahok Tempest] This is worse than I imagined. I had no idea the wolves could cause such damage.

[His eyes harden with determination. He's been in tight situations before, where the odds were against him. But this time, he has power. Power to change things.]

[Ahok Tempest] Well, might as well try something.

[Ignoring the worried glances from the goblins, Ahok bends down and absorbs one of the most severely wounded goblins.]

[Goblin elder] Wait. What are you doing, my lord?

[A moment passes, and then the goblin gasps in astonishment as his wounds begin to heal rapidly.]

[Goblin B] What the—? My wounds... they're gone! How did you heal me?

[Ahok stands tall, a small smile on his face as he feels the energy of "Hope and Revolution" flowing through him. He hadn't been sure it would work, but his calculated risk paid off.]

[Ahok Tempest] I can't believe that actually worked. I was kinda shooting from the hip when I slurped him up and smacked him with a couple of those potions I made.

[Turning to the rest of the injured, Ahok's voice grows firmer, louder, filled with the authority of a leader who knows how to rally his people.]

[Ahok Tempest] You get a potion, and you get a potion! I ate enough of those hipokute herbs that I've got loads to spare. Everyone gets one!