Rimuru's POV
Well, this is going to be fun.
You might all be thinking, "What in the world is he talking about now?" To be fair, I ask myself that every time Veldora opens his mouth. But this? This is the tale of how my colleagues and I accidentally turned the laws of reality into a playground.
Let's start with a quick introduction for the three people in the back who haven't been paying attention: My name is Rimuru Tempest. I'm the current God of the Tensura-verse, the Chaos Creator of the Octagram, and a Slime who really just wants a nap. You know the resume; let's skip the boring parts and get to the chaos.
It all started because I was bored. Utterly, soul-crushingly bored of managing world peace. I decided to take a vacation to the Naruto-verse. Ciel and I had a blast—mostly seeing how many "Forbidden Jutsu" we could recreate just by sneezing. Even Guy, Velzard, and Velgrynd tagged along to see if anyone there could actually take a punch. (Spoiler: Not really).
But apparently, I wasn't the only one cooking up interdimensional travel. While I was busy working my slime butt off in the heavens, my "idiot brigade"—my brother Veldora, his partner-in-crime Ramiris, and my bestie Milim—decided to follow my lead.
Ramiris had the "brilliant" idea to build a permanent Teleportation Gate on the 100th floor of the Labyrinth. The problem? Poking a hole through the fabric of the Great Spirit of Space requires an astronomical amount of magicules. So, who did Veldora recruit for his master plan?
Ivarage, the World-Destroying Dragon.
Can you believe it? The literal bringer of the apocalypse has been demoted to a F*CKING MANA BATTERY. I swear, I didn't know whether to laugh or add "Universal Power Strip" to his official job description.
Using Ivarage as a glorified AA battery, Ramiris actually powered the gate. Thankfully, the Voice of the World has me on speed dial and informed me of their little scheme. I had Ciel put the three morons (and their pet dragon) to sleep before they accidentally vaporized a fledgling universe.
After I got back from Naruto, Ciel looked at Ramiris's prototype and—as usual—decided it was "inefficient."
[Notice: Prototype analysis complete. Individual 'Ramiris' utilized a crude 'Brute Force' method of spatial displacement. I have optimized the gate by aligning the Magicule Frequency with the local Akashic Waveforms, reducing energy waste by 99.8%.]
"Wait, you're serious?" I asked, looking at the glowing, vibrating hoop in the center of the room. "That thing actually works now?"
[Answer: Yes, Master. I have stabilized the gate's core by siphoning the residual 'Chaos Breath' from Ivarage. It is now ready for multiversal transit.]
I was shocked, but the "Four Morons"—who were currently tied up in anti-magic sticky thread—were even more stunned.
"Hehe! Hahaha!" Ramiris cackled, vibrating in her bindings. "I did it! I'm a genius! Infinite vacation, here I come!"
"Kuahaha!" Veldora let out his signature laugh, trying to flex his muscles while still wrapped like a cocoon. "Suck it up, Rimuru! We've cracked the code! Now we can go anywhere! I bet they have legendary manga in the next world!"
"I just want to fight someone who doesn't cry when I tap them, noda!" Milim added, kicking her legs excitedly.
Ivarage, meanwhile, just looked depressed. "Hey guys... why is Rimuru so silent? It's like the calm before a tsunami. If there's a flood of paperwork coming, I'm out! I'd rather go back to the Void than do more homework!"
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerously sweet tone. "Ivarage, you're going to train with Chloe for a month. That's how long Ciel needs to map the 'Outer Verse.' Consider it a lesson in discipline."
The dragon paled. Chloe's "training" was a fate worse than death.
"Ramiris, you're staying with Ciel to study the energy patterns since you made the prototype. You wanted to be a scientist? Congratulations, you're now a lab rat."
"Veldora," I continued, "go inform the Demon Lords and the True Dragons to meet on the last floor immediately. And Milim... for your punishment, you have to solve this list of problems. It's a coded coordinate system that requires basic quadratic equations to crack."
[Author's Note: Phew, Milim got off easy! Six math questions? That's a breeze.
Ciel: Are you sure, Author-san?
Author: I mean, it's just basic algebra. She's a Dragonoid, her brain is advanced, right? Right, Ciel? ...Wait, why are you projecting a '0% Success' chart?
Rimuru: She'll be lucky if she figures out what 'X' is by the time we hit the Dragon Ball verse. She thinks 'X' is a treasure map marker.
Author: *Well, damn. RIP Milim's brain cells.]
MINUTES LATER...
I spent the next hour assigning roles to my executives. Since I was going on an extended vacation, I made Benimaru responsible for the heavenly paperwork. He looked like I'd just handed him a death sentence, but hey, that's what Right-Hand Men are for.
[Notice: Calculations complete, Master. I have successfully analyzed six omniverses. The stability of the 'Dragon Ball' reality is high enough to sustain your presence without immediate atmospheric collapse. Where shall we go?]
"Dragon Ball, please!" Veldora yelled, having escaped his sisters for five minutes. "I want to fight this 'Goku' fellow and show him my Veldora-Style Secret Killer Art: Comic Book Punch!"
"Yay, noda!" Milim cheered, her math homework already forgotten and likely on fire.
"Okay, fine," I sighed. "But Ramiris stays in the dungeon to monitor the gate's stability, and Ivarage stays connected to the terminal to provide the baseline energy. Agreed?"
Veldora and Milim didn't even hesitate. They betrayed their friends in record time. "Agreed!"
"So, who are we bringing?" I asked Ciel. Even with her in control, we needed a heavy-hitting squad. I decided to pull the entire 100th floor into my Imaginary Space—it was just easier than packing luggage.
"Alright," I announced to the room. "The away team is: Me, Ciel, Milim, Veldora, Zegion, Velzard, Velgrynd, and Guy. Everyone else will stay behind to manage the world. We'll check the power levels of the new verse and see if we can synthesize some new skills. Sound good, Ciel?"
[Answer: This is the most efficient configuration for total multiversal dominance. I have also prepared a 'Suppression Field' so you don't accidentally blow up the planet just by powering up.]
"Good. We don't need a repeat of the Naruto moon incident."
Using my authority as God, I slowed the flow of time in Tensura to a crawl. To the people left behind, we'd be gone for a day. For us? It was time for a vacation.
"Ciel, initiate the jump!"
[Understood. Destination: Universe 7. Timeline: Age 762 (Pre-Android Saga). Commencing Multiversal Shift in 3... 2... 1...]
The gate roared, Ivarage let out a tired groan as his mana was sucked dry, and the world turned into a blur of light.
[Author's Note: And that is the slightly over-the-top reason why Rimuru is about to make the Z-Fighters look like amateurs.
Next Chapter: Creating an Identity (And why Rimuru shouldn't be allowed to choose his own names).]