An anti-hero with Rimuru's abilities in dc

The void was silent, yet alive with an ethereal hum. Colors shifted lazily, blending into patterns that seemed almost sentient. The man stood there, arms crossed, his face unreadable as he stared at the entity before him. 

"You're asking me to take on a world falling apart at the seams," he said, his voice calm but edged with skepticism. "Why me?" 

The entity shifted, its form flickering between shadow and light. Its voice resonated, deep and soothing, like the rumble of a distant storm. "Because you have the resolve to do what others won't. To act without hesitation. This world—its heroes, its villains—they've all failed. You could be its redemption... or its reckoning." 

The man smirked. "So, you want me to be judge, jury, and executioner? That's a tall order." 

"No," the entity replied. "I want you to rebuild it. The tools I offer will make you capable of more than destruction. You'll have the power to cleanse, to create, to lead. But the choices will always be yours." 

He fell silent, considering the offer. He wasn't a hero, and he'd never claimed to be one. But the chance to shape a world? To tear down the rot and build something better? That was tempting. 

"And you're sure I'll have what it takes?" 

The entity's form flared brightly. "I'm giving you the abilities of Rimuru Tempest. No limits. No restrictions. Your intelligence will guide you; your ambition will shape the future. All I ask is that you use them to cleanse the filth." 

"Not just Gotham, though," he said, his tone firm. "If I do this, I'm fixing more than one city. I'll make the world better—smarter, stronger. But I'll do it my way. Agreed?" 

The entity pulsed, its energy suffusing the void. "Agreed." 

In the next moment, the world dissolved, and he fell into darkness. 

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### **Arrival in Gotham** 

He woke to the sound of rain. It pattered against cracked asphalt and rusted metal, filling the air with the smell of wet concrete and decay. The city around him groaned under the weight of its own corruption. Gotham. 

The man pushed himself to his feet, taking in his surroundings. He was in an alley, the kind you'd expect to see in a crime drama—a dumpster overflowing with trash, graffiti scrawled on the walls, and the faint sound of sirens in the distance. 

He stretched, feeling the power coursing through his new body. It wasn't just strength—it was control, adaptability, and infinite potential. He focused, and a transparent interface appeared before him. 

> **Welcome, New Rimuru.** 

> **Abilities: Active. Limitless adaptation.** 

A grin spread across his face. This wasn't just power—it was freedom. 

Before he could test his abilities, a scream pierced the air. A woman's voice, raw with terror, came from deeper in the alley. 

Without hesitation, he moved. His feet barely touched the ground as he dashed toward the sound. Within seconds, he found the source—a young woman cornered by two men, their knives glinting in the dim light. 

"Hand over the purse, lady," one of them growled. "We ain't got all night." 

The man stepped into the light, his presence drawing their attention. "Let her go," he said, his voice calm but firm. 

The thugs turned, laughing at the sight of him. "You lost, buddy? This ain't your business." 

"It is now." 

One of them lunged, knife raised. He didn't flinch. Instead, he raised a hand, and the knife melted mid-swing, turning to liquid and splashing harmlessly onto the ground. The thug stumbled back, staring at his now-empty hand. 

"What the—?" 

The man stepped forward, his red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "You don't want to do this. Leave. Now." 

The second thug wasn't as smart. He pulled a gun, but before he could fire, it vanished, absorbed into the man's palm. The thug froze, eyes wide. 

"Last chance," the man said. 

They ran, disappearing into the shadows without a second glance. 

The woman looked up at him, trembling. "Th-thank you... I don't know what they would have—" 

"Go home," he interrupted gently. "And be careful." 

She nodded quickly and took off, her footsteps echoing down the street. 

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### **Planning the Future** 

As the rain continued to fall, he leaned against the wall, his mind already racing. Gotham was worse than he'd imagined. The rot wasn't just in the criminals—it was in the city itself. The infrastructure, the systems, the people's very mindset. 

He activated **Magic Sense**, and the city unfolded before him like a map. Every street, every building, every person—a web of information connected by crime and despair. It wasn't just Gotham's underbelly; it was its very foundation. 

He couldn't fix it all at once. But he didn't have to. 

"This isn't just about taking out criminals," he muttered to himself. "I'll need resources. Technology. Influence. If I'm going to rebuild Gotham—and the world—I need a base of operations." 

He turned his gaze upward, scanning the skyline until he found an abandoned industrial district on the outskirts of the city. A perfect starting point. 

With a thought, he vanished into the rain, a plan already forming in his mind.