I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 48: The Rise of Rimuru Tempest

While Velzard and I were still basking in the lap of luxury, traveling from country to country, savoring the mortal world's delights, and indulging in our wild adventures, fate had already begun to stir back in the Cardinal World.

Far away from our idyllic paradise, in a seemingly ordinary city on Earth, a man walked down the street—his hands tucked into his pockets, his face bearing a content yet melancholic smile. He was Satoru Mikami, a 37-year-old ordinary salaryman, who had lived a mundane life, neither remarkable nor dismal.

But on that day, fate decided otherwise.

As he strolled down the sidewalk, chatting casually with his younger colleague, Tamura, and Tamura's fiancé, Mikami's simple life came to an abrupt end.

Out of nowhere, a maniac wielding a knife came barreling toward Tamura, his eyes wild with desperation. Without hesitation, Mikami instinctively pushed Tamura out of the way, taking the knife to the gut.

"S-Senpai!" Tamura screamed, rushing to Mikami's side, his face twisted in panic.

But it was too late.

Blood poured from the wound, staining Mikami's shirt a dark crimson. He staggered backward, his vision blurring. His legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Damn it..." he muttered weakly, a faint smirk on his lips. "What a way to go..."

As the life slowly drained from his eyes, he began to hear a strange, emotionless voice.

[Acquiring resistance to physical pain...]

[Acquiring resistance to heat...]

[Acquiring resistance to cold...]

[Acquiring Predator skill...]

The voice continued, rattling off newly obtained abilities as though it were processing his final thoughts and regrets.

The world faded into darkness, and Mikami's consciousness slipped away.

Suddenly, he awoke—but he was no longer human.

Instead, he found himself in a dark, damp cave, unable to see or feel limbs.

He had no arms, no legs, no face.

His body was gelatinous, smooth, and rounded.

"Huh...? What's going on?" Mikami's voice echoed in his mind, but he quickly realized he had no mouth.

"...What the hell happened to me?"

As he tried to move, he felt himself sliding along the rocky floor, sloshing and squishing.

That's when it hit him.

"Wait... am I... a slime?"

The realization was surreal, but unlike what one might expect from someone who had just been reincarnated as a monster, Mikami was surprisingly adaptable.

With his newly obtained Predator skill, he devoured everything in his path—rocks, herbs, and minerals—to grow stronger and gain new abilities.

He slowly gained resistances, his magicule pool expanding steadily.

In that cave, he hunted and absorbed for what felt like weeks.

But the most fateful moment of his new life was still ahead.

As he aimlessly wandered through the cavern, he suddenly came upon a massive, towering form.

"W-What the hell is that?!" Mikami's mind screamed.

There, in the depths of the sealed cave, was the legendary Storm Dragon, Veldora.

His colossal frame was bound by four divine seals, rendering him immobile, but his form was still imposing.

Golden, slit-like eyes glared fiercely at the newcomer, and thick violet scales covered his entire body. His massive wings were folded against his back, and arcane chains glimmered with divine magic, keeping him bound.

Veldora's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the tiny slime.

"Oh-ho! What's this? A little slime, wandering so far into my lair?"

Mikami, startled by the booming voice, froze for a moment.

Then he sighed internally.

"Great... just my luck. Of all the places to get reincarnated, it had to be right next to a goddamn dragon..."

But to his surprise, Veldora wasn't hostile.

Instead, he was bored and lonely, having been imprisoned for centuries.

"Ahh... You have no idea how dull it is being sealed away for so long," Veldora grumbled.

"I swear, if I could just break out of here, I'd level this entire continent for entertainment!"

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But instead of running away in fear, Mikami casually chatted with Veldora, cracking jokes and showing genuine curiosity about the dragon's plight.

Veldora, unused to being spoken to in such a casual, almost friendly manner, was intrigued by the slime.

They exchanged words, then laughter, and in that brief time, a bond formed.

It was not the bond of predator and prey, nor the bond of prisoner and visitor.

It was the bond of friendship.

"You know..." Veldora mused, "You're not so bad for a slime."

His eyes glimmered mischievously.

"Since we've become friends, how about I give you a family name?"

Mikami perked up.

"A family name?"

"Yes. Let us be bound by name. You shall be known as... Rimuru."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone suddenly more solemn, almost regal.

"And we shall bear the name Tempest. From this day forth, you are Rimuru Tempest."

Mikami—or rather, Rimuru—felt a surge of power course through him as the name was bestowed.

He suddenly felt his magicules increase dramatically, and his presence became more distinct and powerful.

It was an official naming, a bond shared with one of the most powerful beings in the world.

"Rimuru Tempest..." the newly named slime repeated slowly, the name feeling oddly right.

As they spoke, Veldora revealed that he was bound by a divine seal, making it impossible for him to leave.

But Rimuru, with his Predator skill, came up with a bold idea.

"Hey, what if I... eat you?" Rimuru asked nonchalantly.

Veldora blinked.

"What?!" he roared, "You dare suggest eating me, the mighty Storm Dragon?!"

But Rimuru calmly explained that by devouring both Veldora and the divine seal, he could keep Veldora safely stored inside his stomach, effectively preserving him while he worked to break the seal from the inside.

To Veldora's surprise, the idea was ingenious, if unorthodox.

And so, with a playful grin, the massive Storm Dragon allowed the tiny slime to devour him whole.

The divine chains shattered, and in one fluid motion, Veldora was swallowed into Rimuru's stomach, now residing in a dimensional space where the slime could slowly analyze and break the seal over time.

As Rimuru slithered out of the cave, he no longer felt like an insignificant slime.

Now, he bore the name of a dragon, carried Veldora's magicules, and had become the foundation for what would soon become Tempest Nation.

From the moment he left the cave, Rimuru's legend began to unfold.

He encountered the Goblins, helpless and weak, and instead of destroying them, he protected them.

He named them, granting them power.

He fought and recruited Direwolves, Ogres, and Lizardmen, gaining loyal followers.

With every step, he grew stronger, becoming the benevolent yet unstoppable force that would soon shake the entire Cardinal World.

And far away, from my yacht in the mortal world, I could only smirk.

The storm had begun.

And I couldn't wait to see how far Rimuru's legend would spread.