I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 72: A Dangerous Alliance

After what felt like a dreamlike escape,

The vacation finally came to an end.

As the three of us reappeared in the Cardinal World,

We stood atop a small hill outside of Tempest,

The wind carrying the scent of the Jura Forest.

The sun was setting,

Painting the sky in hues of amber and violet,

As the gentle evening breeze caressed us.

Luminous,

Still in her glimmering vacation attire,

Turned to me with a mischievous smile,

Her eyes filled with playful affection.

She leaned in,

Her lips brushing softly against mine,

And she gave me a lingering kiss,

Her voice a sultry whisper.

"I'll be waiting for you in Ruberios...

Don't make me wait too long."

She winked,

And in a flash of crimson light,

She vanished,

Returning to her realm.

Velzard,

Who stood beside me,

Watched with a knowing smirk,

Shaking her head in mock exasperation.

She placed her hand on my shoulder,

Her touch warm and familiar,

And with a soft chuckle,

She murmured:

"I swear...

You're making me share you with everyone."

I simply grinned,

Turning to her,

Brushing a strand of her silver hair

Behind her ear.

"Come on,

You know you're my number one,"

I teased,

Pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She let out a playful sigh,

Before we both teleported back to Tempest,

Arriving just outside our grand estate.

Once inside Tempest,

We were greeted by the bustling streets,

Alive with the vibrancy of progress.

The festival atmosphere had faded,

But the spirit of growth remained.

Everywhere I looked,

There were new buildings,

Markets expanding,

And citizens thriving.

As we entered our home,

I spotted Rimuru,

Who was already waiting for me

In the main hall.

He wore a relaxed smile,

But his golden eyes

Reflected a sharp focus

As he greeted me with a wave.

"Welcome back,

You're just in time to see what we've accomplished."

I exchanged a knowing glance with Velzard,

And we followed him through Tempest,

Touring the new developments.

Rimuru proudly displayed

The expansion of the labyrinth,

The fortified borders,

And the growing trade agreements

With Sarion, Blumund, and Dwargon.

As we stood on the balcony

Overlooking Tempest's ever-growing skyline,

I placed my hand on the railing,

Gazing out at the flourishing city.

But despite the beauty before me,

I knew that trouble was coming.

"You've done well, Rimuru,"

I finally said,

Turning to him with a serious expression.

"But it won't be enough."

Rimuru's brows furrowed slightly,

His relaxed demeanor

Shifting to one of cautious curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

He asked.

I glanced at Diablo,

Who was standing nearby,

His scarlet eyes narrowing

In silent contemplation.

I turned back to Rimuru.

"You're growing too fast.

The Eastern Empire

Will see this as a threat,

And they will strike.

It's only a matter of time."

The room fell silent,

The weight of my words

Settling over them

Like a heavy fog.

Suddenly,

Diablo

Stepped forward,

His smile devious,

But his eyes burning

With calculated brilliance.

"Then perhaps, my Lord...

It is time

We... expand our forces."

Both Rimuru and Velzard

Turned to him,

Curious.

"What do you mean?"

Rimuru asked.

Diablo's smile widened,

And he folded his arms,

His voice calm

But filled with dark delight.

"There are still

Three Primordial Demons

Without masters:

Blanc,

Jaune,

And Violet."

The room fell into a brief silence,

And I felt Velzard's gaze

Slowly turn toward me,

Her eyes narrowing with faint suspicion.

She knew exactly

Where this was going.

Diablo's voice grew lower,

Almost in a seductive purr.

"If we were to

...employ their services,

Tempest would gain

A tremendous edge."

Rimuru's eyes widened slightly,

Surprise flashing in his expression.

He glanced at me.

"Wait...

You want to hire them?"

I remained silent for a moment,

Then turned to Diablo,

My lips slowly curling

Into a confident smirk.

"That's actually...

A brilliant idea."

I clasped Diablo's shoulder,

And his eyes gleamed with devilish delight,

His sharp grin widening.

Turning back to Rimuru,

I met his slightly concerned gaze.

"I'll handle it myself."

I declared,

My voice steady.

"There's no need

For you to worry about it.

Diablo will take me

To the Underworld.

I'll make sure they join us."

Rimuru's eyes narrowed slightly,

Concern flickering in his expression.

"Are you sure?

The Underworld...

It's crawling with beings

Even stronger than some Demon Lords."

I gave him a reassuring smirk.

"Don't worry about me.

I can handle it.

You just focus

On preparing Tempest."

Velzard

Stepped beside me,

Her arms crossed,

Her gaze calculating.

She gave me a side glance,

Her lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

"You're enjoying this,

Aren't you?"

She teased.

I chuckled softly,

Reaching out

And brushing my fingers

Through her silky silver hair.

"Of course I am."

I grinned.

"I get to recruit

The strongest demons in existence

And make them my subordinates."

Without another word,

Diablo stepped forward,

Extending his hand toward me.

"Shall we, my Lord?"

He asked,

His eyes flashing with dark anticipation.

I took his hand,

And the moment I did,

A massive rift of darkness

Tore open before us,

A swirling portal

Leading directly into the Underworld.

I gave Rimuru a final glance,

My voice calm but assured.

"Don't wait up.

I'll be back

With three more monsters

By my side."

And with Velzard watching,

Her eyes filled with both

Curiosity and pride,

I stepped into the abyss,

Vanishing into the Underworld

Alongside Diablo,

Ready to recruit the remaining Primordials

And unleash hell itself

In Tempest's defense.

The moment Diablo and I stepped through the portal,

We were greeted by the harrowing landscape of the Underworld.

The air was dense,

Saturated with an oppressive miasma,

Almost suffocating,

Heavy with hatred and despair.

The ground beneath our feet

Was composed of ashen stone,

Cracked and lifeless,

With scarlet fissures

Leaking a slow, molten glow,

As though the very veins of this world

Were filled with boiling hatred.

Above us,

The sky was blood-red,

Swirling with raging storms of violet lightning,

And clouds of suffocating darkness

Blotted out the light of any distant stars.

The land stretched into a vast, empty void,

Pillars of jagged black rock

Jutting upward like the twisted fangs of a beast,

And in the distance,

You could see colossal ruins,

Monuments of a long-forgotten era,

Now reduced to nothing but decaying stone and misery.

The only sounds were the distant howls

Of tortured souls,

Trapped in an endless cycle

Of suffering and torment,

Echoing faintly like a dismal symphony

Through the boundless, eternal wasteland.

I glanced around,

Feeling the heavy energy of the realm

Pressing against my skin,

Like a thousand invisible claws

Trying to rip me apart.

But I simply smirked,

Unfazed.

Diablo turned to me,

His scarlet eyes gleaming with both mischief and reverence.

The corner of his lips curved upward

In a knowing smile.

"This is the Underworld, my Lord...

A place where only the strong endure.

And the weak...

They simply cease to exist."

He stepped closer,

His crimson gaze locking with mine,

And with a dark, elegant smirk,

He added:

"The best way to summon them,

Is to release your power.

Primordials are drawn to strength...

And they are addicted to chaos."

Hearing this,

I let out a low chuckle,

The sound echoing ominously

Through the barren wasteland.

"Easy enough..."

I murmured softly.

Then, without hesitation,

I closed my eyes,

Letting my Conqueror Sovereign

Slowly pulse outward,

Like a dark tide

Rolling over the entire region.

The ground cracked violently beneath my feet,

And the air itself trembled,

As though the realm was gasping for breath.

The crimson clouds twisted violently,

The blackened earth splintered,

And the energy radiating from me

Crackled through the atmosphere

Like a hellish tempest.

I barely released a fraction of my power,

But it was enough

To rival the aura

Of a Demon Lord like Guy Crimson.

For a moment,

The entire Underworld fell silent,

As though even the damned souls

Had paused their eternal wails,

Sensing the arrival of something far more terrifying.

Then,

I felt them.

Three immense auras,

Closing in on us with terrifying speed,

Like comets of pure demonic energy.

Diablo's eyes gleamed with sinister glee,

And he flashed a wicked smile.

"They're coming..."

He purred,

His voice dripping with anticipation.

I felt my lips curl into a smirk,

Welcoming the inevitable clash.

Within seconds,

The sky above us ripped apart,

And three blinding streaks of energy

Crashed down

Like meteorites,

Creating a shockwave

That tore through the land

And sent cracks spiderwebbing

Across the scorched earth.

As the dust settled,

I stood with Diablo at my side,

Watching the figures emerge

From the swirling haze.

There they were:

The Primordial Blanc,

The Primordial Jaune,

And the Primordial Violet.

Their aura was suffocating,

Their very presence

Bent the space around them,

Distorting the very fabric of reality.

Primordial Jaune,

The Demon of Greed,

Floated effortlessly in the air,

Her golden eyes gleaming with malicious delight.

Her hair was brilliant amber,

And she wore a sly smirk,

Her tone mocking and sharp.

"Oh-ho-ho...

If it isn't Noir,

The self-righteous weirdo.

What brings you here?

Are you here to get your ass kicked again?"

Her voice dripped with mockery,

And Diablo's eyes narrowed dangerously.

He detested being called by his old name.

Next,

Primordial Violet

Stepped forward,

Her lavender hair flowing with a mind of its own,

Her violet eyes flashing with manic excitement.

She grinned wickedly,

Her sharp canines peeking through,

And she cracked her knuckles

With a violent glimmer in her eyes.

"I've been wanting to test

A few new techniques,

And you're the perfect test dummies.

How lucky am I?"

But while Jaune and Violet were taunting,

The third demon,

Primordial Blanc,

Stood silently.

She was calm,

Her silver-white hair flowing like liquid moonlight,

And her crimson eyes

Studying me with cold, calculating precision.

Her entire presence

Was elegant and composed,

But her energy was as deadly as a guillotine.

She didn't say a word,

But I could feel her piercing gaze

Analyzing me,

Measuring my power

With disturbing accuracy.

Diablo suddenly snapped,

His eyes flashing violently.

"My name is no longer Noir.

I am Diablo.

You will address me properly,

You ignorant brats."

For a brief moment,

The three demons froze,

Their expressions darkening with surprise.

Their eyes narrowed,

Feeling the new power Diablo exuded,

Realizing that he had grown far stronger

Since their last meeting.

Jaune cocked her head slightly,

A mischievous smirk forming.

"Wait...

You're... named?"

She asked in disbelief.

Violet's grin widened,

Her eyes sparking with excitement.

"Oh-ho...

So that's why you feel...

Stronger."

But their attention

Finally turned to me,

And they immediately sensed...

Nothing.

I had suppressed my energy,

Appearing as nothing more

Than a weak human.

Blanc's eyes narrowed slightly,

Her voice emotionless.

"And who...

Is the human?"

Violet sneered,

Her eyes narrowing.

"A mortal in the Underworld?

What's he doing here, Diablo?"

Before Diablo could answer,

I simply raised my hand,

And in a voice of absolute authority,

I declared:

"You three...

Will serve me from this day forward."

For a moment,

There was only silence.

Then... they laughed.

"Serve you?"

Jaune snorted mockingly.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Violet cackled.

"You must have a death wish, you weakling."

But before they could finish,

I activated my Conqueror Sovereign,

And the entire realm

Was swallowed by darkness.

The three demons screamed

As they were dragged into a dimension of void,

Their bodies trapped in a nightmarish abyss,

Where their worst fears and torment

Manifested endlessly.

I towered over them,

A god among insects,

And with a voice

That shattered their very will,

I hissed:

"You will serve me.

Or you will be erased from existence,

For all of eternity."

As they thrashed and screamed,

I watched with a cruel smirk,

Knowing they now understood:

Their fate was sealed.

The dimension of eternal darkness

Was still thick with the stench of agony.

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The three Primordials

Lay scattered in the void,

Their bodies trembling,

Their souls fractured,

Their once defiant wills

Reduced to fragile fragments

Barely clinging to their sanity.

Jaune's once mocking grin

Was now twisted in pain,

Her sharp nails clawing at the empty air

As she gasped for breath,

Her body trembling violently

Under the crushing weight of despair.

Violet,

The playful and chaotic one,

Now curled into a ball,

Her lavender eyes wide with horror

As she relived her worst fears

On an endless loop,

Her screams twisting into broken whimpers.

But it was Blanc

Who fared the worst.

Her once emotionless gaze

Was now wide with terror,

Her crimson eyes bloodshot,

Her fingers twitching

As though she were trying

To grip onto reality itself.

In their minds,

I was a colossal god,

A harbinger of pure annihilation,

Tearing their very essence apart,

Reducing them to nothing

But pawns trembling before my wrath.

And then...

I allowed them to speak.

With strained voices,

Barely managing to resist

The crushing torment,

They cried out in unison,

Their voices trembling with desperation:

"W-We will serve you...

From this day forward...

You are our master!"

For a brief moment,

I let the silence linger,

Letting their words

sink into the abyss.

Then,

I allowed a cruel smirk

To stretch across my face.

"Good,"

I murmured softly,

My voice

thick with dark satisfaction,

As I slowly

deactivated my Conqueror Sovereign.

In a single flash,

The entire dimension shattered,

And we were instantly

back in the Underworld,

Standing before Diablo once again.

The scorched earth beneath us

Still hissed and smoldered

From the remnants of my power,

And the air was heavy with silence.

Diablo's eyes widened

For a fraction of a second,

But then his lips

Curled into a vicious smirk,

Instantly understanding

what had just transpired.

He could see the difference.

The three Primordials,

Once proud and defiant,

Were now trembling,

Their legs weak,

Their once radiant eyes

Now dull with shock

And lingering fear.

Without hesitation,

The three demons

Fell to their knees before me.

Blanc,

The once-calculating warrior,

Lowered her head solemnly,

Her crimson eyes smoldering with submission.

Jaune,

The cocky and prideful one,

Now bowed deeply,

Her golden locks falling over her face

As she surrendered completely.

And Violet,

The playful sadist,

Now knelt with reverence,

Her chaotic grin replaced

With solemn devotion.

All three

Spoke in perfect unison,

Their voices filled with reverence and awe:

"Master...

We are yours.

Command us as you see fit."

For a moment,

I stood there,

Watching them kneel before me,

Their once-defiant spirits

Now utterly broken,

Their loyalty absolute.

With a cold, commanding gaze,

I raised my hand,

And with a voice

Laden with authority and finality,

I declared:

**"From this day forward...

You shall no longer be known

As Blanc, Jaune, and Violet.

You will now bear

The names I bestow upon you."**

I turned to Blanc,

Her silver-white hair flowing like moonlight,

Her calculating eyes sharp as ever,

Though now tempered with unwavering loyalty.

"You shall be known as

Testarossa."

I said,

My voice calm and resolute.

The moment the name left my lips,

A surge of magicules erupted from my body,

Flowing into her,

And her form was instantly

bathed in a sea of dark energy.

Her elegant beauty

Became even more refined,

Her eyes turning

a deeper, more ominous crimson,

And her once modest aura

Became deadly and regal,

The very essence of grace and lethality.

She slowly opened her eyes,

Her crimson gaze gleaming

With a newfound divinity,

And she knelt once more,

Her voice smooth and reverent:

"Thank you, Master...

For bestowing upon me

Such a glorious name."

Next,

I turned to Jaune,

Her amber hair disheveled,

Her sharp eyes still tinged with defiance,

But now tempered by submission.

I stepped forward,

My voice calm but unyielding.

"You shall be known as

Ultima."

The instant I spoke her name,

Another wave of dark energy

Poured from my body,

Surging into her

Like a tempest of chaos.

Her form became sleeker,

Her golden eyes sharper,

And her once playful smirk

Was now replaced with a sinister, elegant grin,

Oozing with lethal confidence.

As she rose to her feet,

She let out a dark chuckle,

Her voice soft,

But lethal like poison:

"Hehe...

I feel divine, Master...

Thank you...

For making me so much more dangerous."

Finally,

I turned to Violet,

Her lavender hair cascading over her shoulders,

Her violet eyes glimmering

With a deadly mix of adoration and menace.

I locked eyes with her,

And with a voice

That resonated with absolute dominance,

I declared:

"And you...

Shall be known as

Carrera."

In a flash,

A final surge of magicules

Flooded from my core,

Flowing into her

Like a tidal wave of devastation.

Her features sharpened,

Her eyes glowing

With a more sinister violet hue,

And her demonic beauty

Became ethereal and refined,

As though she had been forged from pure chaos.

Her voice was sultry

As she knelt again,

Her lips curling into a dangerous smirk:

"Mmm...

I can feel it...

Such power flowing through me...

You've made me perfect, Master...

Thank you..."

The three newly named Demon Queens

Knelt before me,

Their beautiful forms gleaming

With newfound strength and power,

Their crimson eyes

Now brimming with absolute devotion.

In unison,

They bowed their heads, after I told them that my name is Yuuya Tenjou

And spoke with reverence:

"We are yours,

Yuuya Tenjou...

Forever and always."

Diablo stood silently,

Watching with utter fascination

As the three Primordials

Kneeled before me,

Revering me as their master.

For the first time

In millennia,

He felt a shiver

Run down his spine,

Witnessing such a perfect display of dominance.

A sinister grin

Slowly stretched across his face,

His eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

"Oh-ho...

Yuuya Sama...

You are truly...

Unfathomable."

I smirked,

Looking down at my beautiful new subordinates.