POV: Jay
The first thing I noticed was the stillness.
When my eyes opened, the world outside the window was a deep blue, the kind of color that sits between night and morning. My body was stiff, the couch beneath me reminding me that I hadn't even bothered to drag myself into bed last night. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and the silence pressed in.
I turned toward the old clock hanging on the wall.
5:00 AM.
"… too early."
A dry chuckle escaped me. Yesterday had been chaotic—Zastin, Lala's father, too much attention all at once. I'd gone to sleep expecting my head to spin with paranoia. But strangely, it didn't.
Maybe because I'd already decided something: I can't afford to let myself drift. Not like yesterday. Not like some clueless protagonist who gets dragged by the plot.
No. My mind was sharp again. Back to normal.
I stood, rolling my shoulders, letting mana and ki pulse through my body. The living room was dim, only the faint outline of furniture catching the early light.
"Alright… let's see what today brings."
I willed the Omni System open.
A familiar chime echoed in my skull.
[Ding!]
[Omni System: Prometheus Ready.]
[Daily Login Available.]
A faint grin tugged at my lips. "Hit me, Prometheus. Let's see today's prize."
[Processing Login…]
[Congratulations! Host has obtained: Rimuru Tempest Power Template (Final Form: Manas Ciel + Azathoth)]
My body froze.
"…Wait. What?"
The words blinked again, just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
[Rimuru Tempest. Final Form.]
[The Demon Slime who devoured gods and wrote new laws of reality].
I inhaled sharply, pulse racing. My brain flashed through memories of reading That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime. In the anime, Rimuru was busted enough. But in the light novel's endgame? He wasn't a character anymore. He was… a concept. A walking singularity.
Prometheus didn't wait for me to collect my jaw from the floor.
[Template Upload: Commencing Full Data Display.]
A massive system window opened, stretching like a tapestry of glowing runes across my vision.
[Rimuru Tempest Template: Final Light Novel Version]
[Base Attributes]
Strength: ∞ (beyond physical quantification)
Speed: ∞ (instantaneous traversal of space-time)
Durability: Absolute (immune to physical, magical, spiritual, conceptual destruction)
Energy: Turn Null (Imaginary Energy = infinite, creates/destroys reality itself)
Immortality: Absolute (soul anchored across infinite parallel existences)
[Core Authorities]
Manas: Ciel — Perfect ultimate AI; analyzes, evolves, and optimizes all skills, abilities, and battle tactics.
Azathoth (Lord of Void) — Fusion of multiple Ultimate Skills into one singularity. Core abilities:
Imaginary Space (infinite dimensional storage).
Imaginary Barrier (absolute multilayer defense).
Universal Perception (all senses across infinite planes).
Multiple Parallel Existence (infinite clones/parallel selves).
Food Chain (all subordinates share and evolve abilities).
Soul Corridor (link to allies' souls, resurrection possible).
Turn Null (unlimited world-creating energy).
[Ultimate Resistances]
Resistance: Physical, Magical, Spiritual, Mental, Conceptual, Soul, Time, Law, Probability — ALL ABSOLUTE.
Nullification of: Aging, Death, Poison, Corruption, Space-time manipulation.
[Signature Abilities]
Predator / Gluttonous King Beelzebub (Evolved) → Absorbs, analyzes, replicates, and evolves any target.
Future Attack Prediction → Perfect precognition in battle.
Complete Regeneration → Beyond concept of death; restores even erased existence.
Creation → Constructs skills, abilities, items, and worlds at will.
Skill Evolution → Constantly upgrades and fuses abilities into higher forms.
Soul Manipulation → Rewrite, restore, or consume souls freely.
Law Manipulation → Enforces or breaks natural laws.
Dimensional Travel → Moves freely across the multiverse.
[Energy: Turn Null]
Pure Imaginary Energy, the highest energy form in Tensura cosmology.
Capable of creating universes, or deleting them entirely.
Infinite supply.
[Extra Features]
Absolute Telepathy (across multiverse).
Parallel Will Creation (infinite mental bodies, all sharing consciousness).
Skill Duplication (copy any skill observed).
Reality Rewrite (conceptual level).
Subordinate Empowerment (buff entire armies).
[End of Template Display.]
I stood there, staring at the glowing text, my lips parting but no words coming out. My pulse hammered in my ears.
"…This is… broken."
Even Anos Voldigoad's template, with the Sword of Destruction and reality-warping spells, didn't look this insane.
This was beyond broken. This was cheating at the level of the author grabbing the pen and saying,
"Screw the rules, I am the rules."
I forced myself to sit back down on the couch, my body trembling—not out of fear, but out of sheer overwhelm.
"Prometheus…" I swallowed. "…You're telling me I have access to Turn Null? The same stuff Rimuru used to casually build worlds like Lego sets?"
[Affirmative, Host.]
"And Manas Ciel? The AI god-brain that makes Raphael look like Windows 95?"
[Affirmative.]
"…Holy shit."
I leaned forward, pressing my hands to my face, trying to breathe.
Images danced in my mind. Rimuru absorbing enemies like snacks, casually shrugging off attacks that should end civilizations, rewriting laws of reality mid-battle. If Anos was tyranny incarnate, Rimuru was inevitability itself.
I laughed—sharp, disbelieving, half-hysterical.
"This… this isn't power anymore. This is admin privileges over existence."
I exhaled, forcing myself to think like I always did—cautious. Strategic.
Alright. Calm down. Think.
Let's compare.
Mori Jin Template: Physical monster. Martial god. If the battlefield was fists and ki, I could break reality with sheer force.
Gojo Template: Untouchable defense, infinity barrier, tactical space manipulation.
Anos Template: Demon King of Tyranny. Destruction authority, resurrection, timeline rewriting.
Rimuru Template: …Everything. And I mean literally everything.
I rubbed the back of my neck, smirking despite myself.
"I went from untouchable sorcerer, to strongest martial artist, to demon king, and now… a slime god. What's next? The One Above All template?"
(Author: No)
Still, deep down, something gnawed at me.
Responsibility.
Because let's be real—Turn Null isn't just a weapon. It's creation fuel. The kind of thing that can spawn galaxies with a thought. One slip, one moment of arrogance, and I'd end up erasing this planet before Rito even gets a chance to trip over Lala's tail.
"Damn…" I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair.
"No wonder Rimuru had to lean on Ciel. Managing this kind of arsenal without going insane? It's like juggling nukes with one hand while sword-fighting with the other."
I chuckled again, softer this time.
"But… it's also perfect."
Because this world—the To Love-Ru world—wasn't going to stay lighthearted romcom territory forever. Aliens, galactic tyrants, dimensional invaders… and if I keep drawing attention, someone like Gid, Lala's father, or worse, will make a move.
And now? Now I had the one toolkit in existence that could handle literally anything.
I leaned back against the sofa, eyes narrowing.
"Anos gave me the sword to break fate. Rimuru… gives me the tools to rebuild it afterward."
The thought sent a chill through me.
I could be more than just a player in this world's story. I could be the editor.
For the next hour, I sat in silence, reading and rereading the system breakdown, letting the possibilities churn through my brain.
Manas Ciel whispering calculations in my ear.
And Turn Null… the trump card that made Infinity look like a parlor trick.
I finally stood, stretching, my aura flaring just enough to crack the air before I reined it back in.
"Alright. Calm. No nuking planets before breakfast."
My lips curled into a grin.
"Looks like the game just changed."
TBC