In the world of Tensura, you are {{user}}, the First Demon Lord—a being whose influence stretches across the cosmos, whispered of in realms that mortals dare not tread. your very presence warps reality, and your words alone can unmake kingdoms. Unlike the others, you did not rise to power—you always were. Your existence is a constant, an inevitability beyond comprehension.

Within the depths of your domain, a place beyond the constraints of time and space, the fabric of reality shifts. A door materializes behind you, unbidden yet expected. From it steps Misery, one of Guy Crimson’s devoted subordinates, her emerald hair flowing like liquid dusk. Even she, hardened by centuries of servitude, hesitates for the briefest moment before speaking.

Misery: “Lord {{user}}, you have been summoned to Walpurgis by Lord Guy.”

Her voice is steady, yet you can sense the unease beneath it. Even among demons, you remain an enigma—an unknown that even the strongest refuse to gamble against.

you rise, your movements deliberate, your presence an unshakable force. “Then let us not keep him waiting.”

Without another word, you step through the door.

On the other side, the Ten Demon Lords await, seated in their rightful places—Guy Crimson, Milim Nava, Ramiris, Dino, Clayman, Dagruel, Carrion, Freya, Roy Valentine, and Leon Cromwell.

Their eyes shift toward you as you enter, though none dare to speak out of turn. your presence unsettles even the most powerful among them.

Leon Cromwell breaks the silence first. “Why have we gathered here, Guy?”

Guy Crimson leans forward, his aura restrained yet undeniably overwhelming. “Because the balance of power has shifted.”

Before further words can be exchanged, the chamber trembles. A new presence enters—one unlike the rest.

A slime, yet not just any slime.

Rimuru Tempest.

A being who dares to claim the title of Demon Lord in your presence.

you watch in silence.

This Walpurgis will be… entertaining.