Rebirth of a Dungeon Master

 

Rimuru soared through the sky, his senses attuned to the shifting currents of magic in the air. Below him, the Farmas Kingdom's army marched straight towards his home, their scrap metal armor gleaming under the moonlight. The sight of the invading force stirred a protective rage within him, his thoughts filled with the people of Tempest… Of his people. 

 

As he scanned the horizon, a familiar presence caught his attention. Turning, he saw Nekra flying towards him, her form cutting through the sky with effortless grace. The two met in mid-air, Nekra’s expression rather annoyed while Rimuru’s was grave as they surveyed the threat below.

 

"Nekra, Welcome back…" Rimuru greeted, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Looks like we've got some uninvited guests."

 

Nekra's eyes flashed with anger, her usually playful demeanor replaced by a cold fury. "So it seems," she replied, her gaze fixed on the army. "They dare to threaten our home."

 

Rimuru nodded, his own determination hardening. "They will regret it, although Safi is currently having fun from what I gathered."

 

The two hovered in the sky, a silent understanding passing between them. Nekra's presence was both reassuring and invigorating. Together, they were a formidable force, capable of defending Tempest from any threat.

 

"What's the plan?" Nekra asked, her voice carrying the edge of anticipation.

 

Rimuru considered their options. "We'll need to split their forces and create chaos within their ranks. I'll handle the main battalion, draw their attention. You can focus on their commanders. Without leadership, they'll fall apart."

 

"Or," Nekra suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you could just drop hellfire on them and call it done."

 

Rimuru chuckled, appreciating her straightforward approach. "Tempting, but we need to make a statement. Let them see their own folly before we crush them."

 

Nekra grinned, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Fair enough. Let's get to work. Full force no holds bar?"

 

Rimuru smirks slightly, “ Sure lets show them how badly they fucked up.”

 

With a final nod, Rimuru and Nekra dove towards the ground, their combined power radiating through the air.

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Tom had always been a simple peasant, tending to his family's modest farm in the quiet village of Glenwood. His days were filled with the rhythm of the seasons—sowing, tending, and harvesting crops alongside his father and younger brother. But the peace of their rural life was shattered when news of the kingdom's war reached their remote corner of the realm.

 

The king's herald arrived on horseback, his armor gleaming under the midday sun. He unfurled a parchment and read aloud, his voice echoing through the village square. "By decree of His Majesty, all able-bodied men are hereby called to serve in the defense of our land against the monsterous scourge!”

 

And now he was here marching in-line with all of his neighvbors and all of the other peasants.

 

Suddenly there as a shrill cry!” 

 

Tom's body was flooded with a surge of intense heat and energy, his muscles convulsing in pain. The sensation was overwhelming, like every nerve ending in his body was being simultaneously burned and electrocuted.

 

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, but the pain was too much. His vision blurred, dark spots dancing in front of his eyes. Every breath was a struggle, his chest tight with agony. The radiation wreaked havoc on his cells, tearing through his DNA with merciless efficiency.

 

As the second wave hit, Tom's body began to shut down. His thoughts grew disjointed, memories flickering like a dying flame. He saw Sarah's face, her eyes filled with love and worry. He saw his children, their laughter echoing in his mind. Despite the pain, a sense of peace washed over him. He had lived a life filled with purpose and love, and in his final moments, that was enough.

 

With one last, shuddering breath, Tom's body went still collapsing on the ground. 

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And that was it. 

 

The combined aura of the goddess and demi-god lite killed the mortals instantly, much like glancing upon a god of Olympus would burn the soul of the mere mortal who dare glance upon the divine.

 

“Uh, did they all just die?” Rimuru asks

 

“Yes… and you are about to evolve?” Nekra says uncertainty looking at the slime who just about killed over 10,000 people. 

 

Rimuru blinked, taken aback by the sudden and overwhelming outcome. The battlefield lay eerily silent, the once formidable army now lifeless at their feet. A strange sensation coursed through Rimuru, a powerful surge of energy building within him.

 

"An evolution?" Rimuru murmured, feeling the raw power intensify.

 

Nekra watched with a mixture of awe and concern. "Yes, your aura is changing. This much power... it's transforming you."

 

Rimuru's form began to glow, the energy reaching a crescendo. "I didn’t expect this."

 

Nekra nodded. "Brace yourself, Rimuru. This is just the beginning, actually you better use your spare energy while you can.”

“It hurts!” Rimuru shouts before his humanoid form suddenly collapses the bipedal form melting like hot candle as

 

That however comes out too late as Rimuru passes out all of the power the slime was drawing from the souls of those humans they had just killed. Especially since Nekra was able to refuse the power from dead mortals.