꧁༺ 𝕽𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖚 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 ༻꧂

Concerning

Bro never trained a day in his life. Not one set in the gym, not one lap around the track, not one stretch. Out here gobbling powers like potato chips and tin cans, but that’s just how goats move isn’t it?

Hop off the ghost, power merchant

“Y’all hear something?”

“Y’all feel that breeze?”

Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Jura Tempest “We finally finished the clean up from all of the holiday festivals.”

“Oh please. I came from a world way more advanced than this one is. There’s still room to grow without the threat of destroying ourselves.” Rimuru rolled their eyes and shook their head slightly. “I don’t see why I can’t enjoy a few modern comforts if I can redevelop them here”

“No, they moreso seem to hate a certain level of technological advancement and come down to stop it from happening occasionally. They say they’re doing it to stop us from destroying ourselves.”

“That’s… scary. Although… hmm. I happen to be in the middle of a war with angels at the moment. It’s more like the entire world is at war with the angels. Apparently the Great Tenma War happens every 500 years.”

“It’s monster evolution. It’s kind of a thing in my world. That’s… it? 23? I killed 20,000 humans in a couple minutes one time. That’s actually how I become a Demon Lord. And then there was that time I killed about a million humans. They had it coming, I swear.”

“I mean the title is Demon Lord but I’m also a True Dragon and… well, a Slime. But I do know some actual demons, like the Primordials. Oh yeah? That sucks. I was stabbed by a random crazy guy while protecting my junior and his girlfriend.”

“I know I’m a Demon Lord but do I really give off war monger vibes? I rule a trading nation, not a militaristic one. And why is your head a television? Did you watch too much tv as a kid or something?”