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In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war-until four walking, talking WMDs accidentally crash the party.
When Rimuru Tempest gets pulled into the 41st Millennium alongside Veldora, Milim, and Ramiris with Beretta, the galaxy's power balance instantly collapses. The Imperium thinks they're unsanctioned Warp entities. The Forces of Chaos see them as ultimate prey. The Necrons view them as a cosmic glitch. But the disaster quartet isn't here to conquer or destroy-they're just trying to figure out why everyone in this galaxy is so wildly stressed out.
While Rimuru frantically attempts to maintain a low profile and stop his companions from committing accidental planetary genocide, the rest of the crew takes to the grimdark setting with absolute zero chill. Veldora is convinced the Imperium's holy texts are just really intense novel books, Milim treats Tyranid Hive Fleets like oversized pets to wrestle, and Ramiris sees to turn a corrupted Warp rift or the Terra into her new personal Labyrinth. Together, they're about to prove to the entire galaxy that it's really not that grimdark-at least, not until they run out of snacks.
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