The sky above Dwargon was painted a mellow orange as the sun dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the dwarven kingdom. Inside the lavish guest hall, the clinking of glasses and low murmur of soldiers filled the air.
Yujiro Hanma sat calmly on a wide stone bench, leaning back with one arm stretched along the edge and a chalice of deep red wine in the other. His eyes half-lidded, he took a slow sip, savoring the drink like it was the only thing in the world that could keep his attention.
Milim Nava, the Dragon Princess, bounced into the room, her usual bubbly energy toned down with a layer of seriousness.
"Uncle Yujiro," she called, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Frey just sent word. I need to go handle some business."
Yujiro didn't look at her. He just gave a small grunt, took another sip of his wine, and nodded. "Have fun."
Nearby, some of the dwarven guards whispered among themselves.
"Is he really human?"
"I heard he took down a dragon bare-handed."
"He has no magic power... and yet even the Demon Lords respect him."
Milim giggled as she vanished in a burst of pink light, reappearing within the cold, eerie walls of Clayman's castle in Jistav.
Inside the dark hall lit by crystal chandeliers, Clayman, Frey, and Carrion stood around a glowing crystal ball, the image of a massive orc army reflected within. The beasts marched through the thickets of Jura Forest, their armor rusted and crude, but their numbers overwhelming.
"Perfect," Clayman whispered with a grin. "Soon, the forest will fall into chaos."
Frey, her wings folded, remained silent. Her face unreadable.
Carrion chuckled. "They better hurry."
Milim stepped up beside them, arms crossed. " how is our little war turning out?"
Meanwhile, in the Jura Forest...
Souei, the ever-vigilant shadow, appeared before Rimuru in a shimmer of blue mist.
"Rimuru-sama," he reported, kneeling. "Thousands of orcs have crossed into the forest. They are heading directly toward the Lizardman territory. Clashes have already begun."
Rimuru narrowed his eyes. Hovering above the trees in his human form, he could already feel the tremors through the air.
"So they're testing our borders," Rimuru said. He turned to his elite.
"Benimaru, Shion, Hakurou, Gomaru. Get ready. This isn't just a defense. We're cleaning house."
"Finally," Shion grinned, hoisting her massive violet greatsword over her shoulder. "I've been waiting for a real warm-up."
Benimaru cracked his knuckles, crimson flames already flickering around him. "I'll turn them into ash."
Gomaru, the armored hammer-wielder, nodded firmly. "They won't get past us."
Hakurou unsheathed his katana, the blade singing as it cut the air. "Speed and precision. Let us begin."
With a flash of movement, the squad descended into the heart of the forest.
Smoke and fire erupted as the battle began. The orcs, taken by surprise, roared and panicked as Shion charged into their ranks. Each swing of her massive sword cleaved through scores of enemies, their bodies flung like rag dolls.
"You picked the wrong forest!" she shouted, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of battle.
Benimaru raised his hand, a crimson sphere forming before erupting into a storm of flame.
"Hell Flare!"
Fire engulfed a wide arc, incinerating hundreds of orcs instantly. The heat warped the trees and turned the battlefield into a blazing nightmare.
Hakurou was a blur of motion. His blade danced like silver lightning, cutting down orcs before they even realized they were attacked.
"Stay focused," he said softly, barely winded.
Gomaru smashed into enemy lines, swinging his massive hammer with thunderous force.
And then, from the treeline, a massive black wolf leapt into the air. Ranga landed with a crash, dark lightning crackling around him.
"Master Rimuru! I have come!" Ranga howled.
He opened his maw, unleashing a bolt of tempest energy that blasted a path straight through the orcs.
Above them all, Rimuru hovered, arms crossed. His presence radiated calm power.
"This... is nothing," he muttered. "Let's show them what we are made of."
The orcs fell by the hundreds, their generals trying to rally them. But it was hopeless. The warriors were monsters in their own right. And they were angry.
In the midst of the chaos, Gabiru, prince of the Lizardmen, clashed with a towering Orc General wielding a spiked axe.
"For the honor of the Lizardmen!" Gabiru shouted.
"You lizard trash will be our meat!" the Orc snarled.
Their blades met, sparks flying, until Gabiru used his spear to impale the general in a burst of green light.
Back at Clayman's Castle...
The Demon Lords watched the slaughter unfold.
Clayman's face twisted with rage. "No... No! They were supposed to overwhelm them!"
Carrion crossed his arms. "Those ogres are tougher than you give him credit for."
Frey turned to Milim. "You see how they fight, were they trained by yujiro?"
Milim grinned. "It could be, he was living in the jura forest for some time."
The forest shook with the sound of war—trees cracked, the ground split, and the cries of battle echoed through the misty woods of Jura. The once serene land was now a battlefield bathed in blood, fire, and steel.
The ogres, goblins, and lizardmen fought bravely. Shion's mighty sword cleaved through ranks of orcs, her swings too fast for the eye to follow. Each strike was like a thunderclap—hundreds fell with every blow. Benimaru danced through fire, igniting waves of enemies with his crimson flames, his eyes burning with fury and honor. Hakuro moved like a whisper, appearing and disappearing between orcs, his blade slicing through necks and armor like paper. Souei dashed through the chaos, his shadow clones multiplying, striking enemies from every angle. Ranga, snarling with a beast's wrath, howled and summoned a storm of black lightning, frying orcs by the dozens.
Rimuru floated above it all, his cloak fluttering in the wind, his eyes narrowed and focused. He watched, analyzing, calculating.
But deep in the shadows, someone else watched too.
Gelmud.
The self-proclaimed mastermind stood tall on a cliff just above the battlefield, his cape flapping in the wind. His expression twisted in rage as he saw his plans unravel. His "army" was being demolished.
"No... No! This isn't how it was supposed to go!" Gelmud screamed, his voice full of panic and frustration.
He turned to the Orc Lord, a towering brute of muscle and hunger, who stood amidst his kin doing nothing but staring into the battlefield like a lost child.
Gelmud snapped.
He descended from the cliff in a flash, landing heavily beside the Orc Lord, his mana flaring around him like a storm.
"You! Why aren't you devouring them?!" he barked, eyes bulging with anger. "Eat them! Consume the ogres! Become the Orc Disaster like I planned! Do it!!"
Gabiru, who had been wounded but was still holding his ground, looked up with bloodied pride.
"Lord Gelmud! You've come!" he cried, hopeful.
But Gelmud turned to him and hissed, "Silence, you idiot! If you're not going to be useful, then offer yourself to him!"
Gabiru froze, shocked. "W-What?"
Gelmud grabbed him by the collar, snarling.
"Let the Orc Lord devour you, fool! That's your true purpose!"
Gabiru fell back in horror, trembling.
Rimuru's eyes narrowed from above.
"That's enough," Rimuru said calmly, yet his voice echoed with deadly power.
In a blink, Rimuru appeared behind Gelmud, raising a single glowing hand.
Gelmud spun around. "W-What are you—?"
Before he could finish, Rimuru's hand pierced straight through his chest.
The world paused.
Gelmud's mouth hung open, his eyes lifeless as a surge of energy erupted from within. Rimuru's body glowed with intense light, and with a burst of magic, Gelmud exploded into a thousand particles of fading dust.
Everyone watched in stunned silence.
Then… the Orc Lord moved.
Drawn by instinct, hunger, and something ancient inside him, the Orc Lord staggered forward to the remains of Gelmud's body and began to devour what was left—bones, flesh and all.
Then another orc approached. "My lord," it whispered, falling to its knees. "Please… take me too."
Without hesitation, the Orc Lord devoured him as well.
Suddenly, the sky went dark. The wind stopped. The forest froze.
Then it happened.
A chilling, divine voice echoed through the minds of all who stood in the Jura Forest.
"All requirements have been fulfilled. Evolution to Orc Disaster… in progress."
A pillar of black light erupted around the Orc Lord, rising to the heavens like a spear of darkness.
The very earth trembled. Birds screamed and fled. The ground cracked beneath him, energy spilling like lava into the air.
Benimaru clenched his fist. "What… what is this pressure?!"
Shion gritted her teeth. "His aura… it changed!"
Ranga growled, crouching. "This isn't the same orc…"
The transformation was monstrous. His muscles doubled, skin hardened to thick gray armor. His tusks extended, dripping with cursed energy. His eyes now glowed red like dying stars.
The Orc Disaster… had been born.
Back in Jistav, inside Clayman's castle, the crystal ball glowed fiercely.
Clayman laughed like a lunatic. "Yes! YES! The Orc Disaster is born! It's working! My masterpiece has awakened!"
Frey, calm and elegant, folded her arms. "It's interesting… but let's see how far it goes."
Carrion, leaning back with a smirk, said, "If that thing gets out of control, don't forget who helped make it."
Milim stood behind them, arms crossed. Her smile was playful—but her eyes were deadly serious.
"Hmph," she muttered. "If that thing gets too wild, I'll squash it."
Back in the forest, Rimuru floated down.
"This… is bad," he muttered.
"Benimaru, Shion, Hakuro, Souei, Ranga, Gomaru," Rimuru said firmly, "All of you—attack! Don't hold back!"
"Yes, my lord!" they shouted in unison.
The five warriors charged forward with everything they had. Flames roared. Steel clashed. Magic burst through the air like fireworks.
But it was useless.
The new Orc Disaster shrugged off Benimaru's flames. Shion's sword bounced off his armored hide. Hakuro's blades barely scratched him. Souei's clones were ripped apart. Ranga's lightning only made the monster growl in irritation.
Goramu, struck with his great hammer, but the Orc Disaster caught it mid-air and threw him like a rag doll.
It was a massacre.
Sweat dripped from Rimuru's brow.
"He's too strong… This is no longer just a monster," Rimuru whispered.
He clenched his fists.
"It's a disaster."