That Time I got Reincarnated as an infernal slime

Ogres Attack

Chapter [VIII] Ogres Attack.

Rimuru continued to train with his versatile new subskill, Voidborne Essence.

"Okay, I'd like to think I'm getting the hang of this now. Time to try out something else."

He opened his palm, holding it forward to the side. A small amount of Chaotic Crimson red magicules with a black hue swirled along his forearm, condensing into a sphere of magicules at his palm. Rimuru's eyes widened as he analyzed the energy through his Cosmic Eye-he had tried to produce more chaotic energy, and it worked.

Just as the sphere began to crackle ominously, Rimuru realized the imminent explosion wouldn't end well.

"Abyssal Vortex!" he called out. A small vortex of pure black magicules from Chasm of Avidya wrapped around the sphere, transporting it to his Chaos Stomach, where it would be safely absorbed.

Rimuru fell back, landing on the floor, exhausted. "I probably shouldn't have done that... But hey, at least I tested out Chasm of Avidya, too."

He pondered the skill further, realizing, "If the Chasm of Avidya lets me transport things to the Chaos Stomach, or if I have the capacity, absorb them on the spot..." he mused, coming to a realization.

"Then it should also suppress magic."

To test this, he focused, and his very faint magicule emissions faded.

«Answer.
The faint aura you were emitting has completely vanished. In this state, you will be perceived as a human.»

"Alright," he said to himself, "I should assume this form when visiting foreign lands."

A voice suddenly echoed in his mind. "Lord Rimuru!"

«Notice.
Receiving a Thought Communication from individual Ranga. It sounds like a request for assistance.»

At once, Rimuru activated Cosmic Eye to pinpoint Ranga's location, tracking his magic signature. In a flash, he teleported out of the cave, arriving on the scene just in time to see Gobta flung back, clutching his chest, which bore a fresh wound. An elderly man in white robes and a yellow scarf lowered his sword with a smug grin.

"I'm going to die!" Gobta yelped, tumbling backward as Rimuru appeared beside him.

"What happened?" Rimuru asked, more curious than concerned, seeing that Gobta's wound was superficial.

"It hurts!" Gobta wailed dramatically, clutching his wound.

"Calm down. It's not that deep," Rimuru said, deadpan.

Gobta's eyes widened in realization. "Lord Rimuru! You were worried about me and came to help!"

"Yes, I suppose," Rimuru replied, suppressing a sigh as he looked Gobta over. "You're too fragile for a warrior. We're increasing your training regimen."

Gobta paled, clearly horrified at the prospect.

"You seem fine, so you won't need a healing potion." Rimuru mused with a smirk, thinking, "I should help him build pain tolerance. It'll do him good."

"Please, I want one..." Gobta pleaded, his voice small.

"You don't get things just because you want them, Gobta. This is the real world." With that, Rimuru turned his attention to the two ogres standing nearby-a red-haired warrior and the elderly swordsman who'd just struck Gobta.

A sudden howl rang out above. Rimuru glanced up to see Ranga clashing with a blue-haired ogre wielding a hammer, his movements swift and agile. The impact sent all three combatants skidding into the surrounding trees, but they all landed nimbly on their feet.