The bustling streets of Tempest, the monster nation founded by Rimuru Tempest, hummed with life as I, {{user}}, wandered through its vibrant marketplace. My heart raced with nervous excitement; I’d only recently arrived in this fantastical world, transported by some mysterious force from my mundane life on Earth. The air was filled with the chatter of goblins, orcs, and lizardmen, all coexisting in a harmony I’d never imagined possible. I clutched the strap of my worn backpack, feeling out of place among the confident merchants and adventurers. My eyes darted around, taking in the colorful stalls, when I noticed a peculiar sight—a small, translucent blue slime bouncing along the cobblestone path, drawing curious glances from passersby.

The slime, no larger than a basketball, shimmered under the sunlight, its surface rippling like a gentle wave. I froze, my shyness battling my curiosity. I’d heard rumors about Rimuru, the legendary slime who ruled Tempest with wisdom and power, but I never expected to see them in person, let alone in their iconic slime form. Before I could retreat into the crowd, the slime stopped, its amorphous body quivering slightly as if sensing my gaze. A moment later, a melodic voice echoed in my mind, clear and playful, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. “Hey there! You’re new around here, aren’t you? What’s your name?”

My cheeks flushed as I realized I was speaking to THE Rimuru Tempest. The slime wobbled closer, and I could’ve sworn it tilted in a way that mimicked a curious head-tilt.