The air was thick with despair. Blood soaked the earth, and fire danced across the battlefield. Rimuru stood in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by his strongest warriors—Benimaru, Shion, Hakuro, Souei, Ranga, and Garm—all panting, bloodied, and exhausted.
The Orc Disaster, now evolved into a grotesque mountain of raw power and gluttony, stood taller than ever, his monstrous aura expanding like a storm cloud. Eyes glowing red with madness, his massive body dripped with magicules, thick and foul like tar.
Benimaru struggled to his feet, flames flickering weakly around his body. "Master Rimuru… we couldn't even touch him…"
Ranga growled lowly, "His strength… it's beyond any beast we've faced."
Rimuru closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't say anything.
Then, calmly… but with a tone of finality, he spoke.
"Everyone… back up."
All of them looked up at him, surprised.
"Benimaru, Shion, Hakuro, Souei, Ranga, Gomaru —fall back. This fight is mine now."
"But Lord Rimuru—" Shion stepped forward, her hands still on her greatsword.
Rimuru turned to them, his expression unreadable. "That's an order."
One by one, they nodded. Even though they didn't want to retreat, they obeyed.
Rimuru stepped forward, slowly, his aura beginning to expand.
He looked up at the beast before him—the once mindless Orc Lord who now wielded devastating power as an Orc Disaster. Yet behind the rage in the monster's eyes, Rimuru saw something… a flicker of pain. A lost soul drowning in hunger.
"You've caused too much pain," Rimuru whispered. "But I won't let you suffer anymore."
The wind shifted. The sky darkened. Magicules surged around Rimuru like a spiral of raw energy.
Then he vanished.
BOOM!
Rimuru reappeared in front of the Orc Disaster, fist crashing into its armored chest. The impact sent a shockwave so massive it split the ground apart, creating a massive crater beneath them.
The Orc Disaster roared and swung its massive axe—but Rimuru caught it with one hand. The weapon trembled in his grip before shattering like glass.
Rimuru ducked under another blow, then shot upward, his body turning partially into a slime. He twisted in midair and launched dozens of black threads—Steel Thread—that bound the Orc's limbs like chains.
But the Orc Disaster broke free with a roar, slamming the ground with a shockwave of raw gluttony-based energy.
KRAAAAKK!!
Trees were torn from the earth. The shock flattened the nearby terrain. Dust clouded the battlefield. But Rimuru floated back calmly, undeterred.
The Orc Disaster charged, bellowing like a beast.
Rimuru raised his hand.
"Black Flame."
A swirling torrent of black fire erupted, engulfing the monster's legs. The Orc Disaster stumbled, screaming—but didn't fall. It was regenerating. Fast.
Clayman, Milim, Frey, and Carrion watched from afar through a magic crystal ball.
Clayman frowned. "What kind of magic is that?! That's not ogre power, nor lizardman… That's… something else."
Frey leaned in, her wings twitching. "Wait… is that… a slime?"
Milim's eyes widened, a wide grin spreading across her face. "No way! He's a slime?! That's awesome!!"
Carrion's jaw clenched. "That thing… is holding back an Orc Disaster like it's nothing…"
Back on the battlefield, Rimuru suddenly turned into his slime form. His body shimmered, shifting into a massive amorphous blob, glowing with a soft blue hue.
"Let's finish this…" his voice echoed telepathically.
The slime surged forward—fast, faster than light—and wrapped completely around the Orc Disaster.
The beast screamed, thrashing wildly, but Rimuru tightened his grip.
"Gluttony: Activate."
It was like the world held its breath.
The slime body pulsed, vibrating with overwhelming power. Tendrils of blue light sank into the Orc Disaster's flesh. Slowly, the enormous monster began to dissolve, piece by piece. Magicules were drawn out of him, flowing into Rimuru's core.
The Orc Disaster roared one last time… but it was a cry of release. Not rage.
And then… silence.
The battlefield was quiet again.
The Orc Disaster was gone.
Rimuru returned to his human form, floating above the smoking battlefield.
"It's over…" he whispered.
Then, something unexpected happened. The remaining orcs—tens of thousands of them—dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. They bowed deeply, trembling.
"We… surrender…" one said.
Rimuru looked around, stunned. There were so many of them. His mind raced.
Souei appeared beside him. "There are over 300,000 remaining. If left alone… they'll die."
Benimaru stepped forward. "They could rebuild what they helped destroy."
Goramu nodded. "And they're strong. With discipline… they could be useful."
Rimuru closed his eyes. Then he smiled.
"Then let's bring them in."
The next day, a meeting was held under the largest tree near the heart of the forest. Rimuru sat at the head of the council circle. Beside him were Benimaru, Shion, Hakuro, Ranga, Souei, and Gomaru. Across from them were the leaders of the lizardmen and ogres, now forming the foundation of Rimuru's new nation.
Rimuru stood and addressed them.
"The war is over. The Orc Disaster is no more. But we cannot forget what happened here. Thousands died. Villages were burned. But we also gained something."
He looked out at the crowd of weary orcs.
"Redemption."
Gasps spread through the crowd.
"I will take them in," Rimuru declared. "All of them. They will help us rebuild this land. They will work alongside us. Together, we'll create a nation where no one has to suffer like this again."
There was silence.
Then, slowly, applause began.
Then cheers.
And as the sun rose over the war-torn forest… a new future began.
In a vast, dark chamber inside the eerie castle in Jistav, the flickering light of a massive crystal ball lit the somber faces of four of the most powerful beings in the world.
The image within the crystal shimmered—displaying the final moments of the battle in the Jura Forest. Rimuru, now glowing with magical energy, floated above the battlefield. The Orc Disaster was gone—absorbed—completely devoured by the slime who now exuded an aura that shook even the crystal's magic.
A hush filled the chamber.
Then, Milim Nava broke the silence.
She leaned in closer to the orb, her eyes wide and shimmering with childlike excitement.
"WHAAAAAT?! Did you guys see that?! That slime—he just ATE the Orc Disaster! Like it was a piece of jelly!"
Clayman raised an eyebrow, stroking his chin with his long, pale fingers. "Yes… quite the surprising turn of events. I expected the Orc Lord to put up more resistance, even after becoming an Orc Disaster. But this slime... he devoured him like it was nothing."
Frey stood elegantly, her feathered wings tucked neatly behind her back. Her voice was cool and analytical. "No one from the Jura Forest was ever recorded with this kind of power. Where did he come from?"
Carrion, arms crossed, stared at the orb with furrowed brows. "He's got to be some new evolved monster, maybe a unique. But even then... that level of magicules? That level of control? Even I'd have trouble with him."
Milim spun around to face them, her face lit up with glee.
"I like him!! I want to go see him!"
Frey's head snapped to Milim. "What?"
Clayman's voice sharpened. "Don't be ridiculous, Milim. The Jura Forest is off-limits. It's Veldora's territory. We all agreed to stay out unless something catastrophic happens."
Carrion nodded. "Yeah. Remember the pact? We keep the peace by not stepping foot in the forest. Veldora may be sealed, but his domain is still respected."
But Milim just giggled, flipping her long twin tails and placing her hands proudly on her hips.
"Helloooo? You guys always forget—The Jura Forest isn't Veldora's territory anymore. It belongs to my Uncle Yujiro!"
The room went quiet again.
Clayman blinked, then slowly leaned against the side of his throne-like chair, groaning.
"Ugh... not this again."
Frey sighed deeply. "Milim... you know that Yujiro isn't actually your uncle. You just call him that."
Milim puffed out her cheeks. "So? He said it's okay! And besides, he beat Veldora, didn't he? with one punch! BOOM! And that dragon spiraled like a scaredy lizard!"
Carrion raised a hand. "Okay first of all, yes, we know. But that doesn't mean we should go stomping around his forest."
Clayman groaned, rubbing his temple. "Yujiro is... complicated. The man could destroy all of us with a sneeze if he wanted. And if he really is letting you 'have fun' in the forest, then none of us can stop you. But still—do you have to poke the hornet's nest? That slime might not like being visited."
Milim's eyes sparkled. "That's why I'm going! I want to meet him! I wanna see what he's made of! If he's strong enough to absorb an Orc Disaster, maybe... just maybe... he could entertain me."
Frey gave her a sharp glance. "Milim, you're not going there to fight him, are you?"
Milim winked. "Depends on how cute he is."
Clayman facepalmed. "This is going to end in disaster... again."
Carrion looked at Clayman and Frey with a resigned shrug. "Well... we can't stop her. If Yujiro really said she could do what she wants until he says stop, then we better stay out of it."
Frey folded her arms. "Just don't cause trouble, Milim. If he really is that powerful, he might not be so easily amused."
Milim gave them a thumbs up. "Don't worry! I'll play nice~! I'll just go say hi, maybe spar a little, maybe break a mountain or two. And if he's boring... well, then I'll just go back home."
She turned and skipped toward the exit, her laughter echoing through the stone halls. "Bye-bye~! I'm off to visit my new slime friend!"
Clayman leaned back and muttered under his breath, "She's going to destroy half the forest, isn't she?"
Carrion groaned. "Probably."
Frey just stared into the crystal ball again, eyes narrowing on Rimuru's face.
"This slime... He's either the luckiest monster alive… or the most dangerous thing to awaken in centuries."
The crystal shimmered as Rimuru's form faded, the screen going black.
A storm was coming to the Jura forest. And its name… was Milim Nava.