Day 1 - Assessment
The goblin village was... depressing.
Ramshackle huts made of sticks and mud. Rusted weapons that looked ready to crumble. Malnourished fighters who could barely lift their shields.
This is what I'm working with?
I surveyed the assembled combat force—sixty goblins in varying states of readiness. Some had swords. Some had axes. A few had bows with strings so worn they'd probably snap on the first draw.
Behind them, the non-combatants watched nervously. Children. Elderly. The weak.
A hundred people depending on me to save them from a hundred direwolves.
"Right," I said aloud, my distorted voice echoing oddly. "Do all of you know what kind of situation we're in?"
The scout leader—Rigur, though I didn't know his name yet—stepped forward immediately.
"Yes, Rimuru-sama! We are preparing for a battle to decide whether we live or die!"
Some of the other goblins were visibly trembling.
Can't blame them. Ten-to-one odds needed just to fight a single direwolf. They're outnumbered and outmatched.
But I'd already committed.
"All right. No need to get all worked up. Keep it chill, all right? Whether you're revved up or not, if we're gonna lose, we're gonna lose. Just focus on giving this everything you've got!"
And let me handle the actual fighting.
"Now then," I continued. "First things first. Show me your wounded."
The "hospital" was a disaster.
Twelve goblins lying on dirty floors, wounds festering, herbs doing almost nothing to help.
They'll die within days without proper treatment.
I had healing potions. Hundreds of them, actually—created from the hipokute herbs I'd consumed in the cave and mass-produced using [Great Sage]'s [Parallel Operation].
But I needed a delivery method.
Can't just hand them bottles. They'll waste the dosage or use it incorrectly.
＜＜Suggestion: Create single-use dispensers. Controlled dosage. Easy to administer.＞＞
Perfect.
I spent the next minutes using [Molecular Manipulation] to create small leather pouches—each one capable of holding exactly 2-3 drops of healing potion. The leather itself was synthesized from materials in my Predator stomach, molecular bonds adjusted for flexibility and durability.
Then I filled them.
Each goblin—all sixty fighters plus the twelve wounded—received two pouches. Enough to heal moderate injuries twice.
"Use these if you get hurt," I explained. "Just squeeze the pouch over the wound. The liquid will heal you."
The elder's eyes widened. "Rimuru-sama... this is..."
"Standard equipment. Don't waste them, but don't hesitate to use them if you need to."
The gratitude on their faces was almost overwhelming.
They act like I just gave them legendary artifacts instead of basic first aid.
But I understood. To them, healing potions were probably rare. Expensive. Beyond their means.
To me, they were mass-produced medical supplies.
Different worlds. Different perspectives.
Day 2 - Fortifications
"Tear down your homes."
The goblins stared at me.
"What?" I said. "We need materials for a defensive fence. Your houses are made of wood. We're using them."
It took some convincing, but they eventually agreed.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
While they dismantled the village, I got to work on the real defenses.
[Molecular Manipulation] let me do things that shouldn't be possible.
I took ordinary logs and reinforced them—adjusting the lignin structure at the molecular level to create wood as strong as steel. The cellular composition changed, density increased, structural integrity enhanced beyond natural limits.
The fence that went up wasn't just wood.
It was a wall.
Three meters tall. Reinforced with spider silk I'd synthesized using [Sticky Thread] and [Steel Thread] merged into a new skill: [Sticky-Steel Thread].
Perfect.
I wove the threads through the fence structure—invisible tripwires that would slice anything that touched them while also binding targets in place.
Then came the traps.
Using [Molecular Manipulation], I created tension springs from specially treated wood. Compressed to their limit, held in place by thread triggers.
When something heavy—say, a direwolf—stepped on the trigger point, the spring would release.
Launching sharpened stakes at lethal velocity.
I built twelve of these around the perimeter.
Then I created pitfalls—shallow holes covered with thin wood panels that looked solid but would collapse under weight. At the bottom: sharpened stones, their molecular structure adjusted to be harder than normal granite.
Finally, the fence modifications.
I used my knowledge of chemistry to create a weak acid from materials in the forest—nothing dangerous to goblins, but enough to make the fence surface slippery. Direwolves trying to climb would lose their grip.
And at regular intervals, I built small firing ports—openings just large enough for arrows, protected by retractable wooden shields.
The goblins could shoot from safety.
＜＞
Not bad for two days' work.
Day 3 - Weapons
"Your swords are garbage."
Rigur looked offended but didn't argue.
"So I'm making you new ones."
I'd absorbed plenty of metal ore in the cave. Time to put it to use.
Using [Molecular Manipulation], I extracted iron from the ore and purified it—removing impurities at the atomic level, creating steel far superior to anything these goblins had seen.
Then I shaped it.
Not through forging. Through direct molecular assembly.
I visualized the blade structure—carbon content, crystal lattice formation, edge geometry—and built it atom by atom.
Sixty short swords materialized over the course of several hours.
Each one identical. Each one sharp enough to cut stone.
The goblins stared in awe.
"Rimuru-sama... how...?"
"Magic," I said simply. "Now take them. Learn to use them. You have one day before the direwolves attack."
Night of Day 3 - The Battle Begins
The full moon hung overhead.
[Magic Perception] detected them before they even entered visual range.
One hundred and eight direwolves. Just like the scouts reported.
I stood at the single entrance to the fence, waiting.
The pack approached. Massive wolves, each one two meters long. Red eyes gleaming in the darkness. Fangs bared.
At their head—the alpha.
Larger than the others. Battle-scarred. Intelligent eyes that assessed me with cold calculation.
"All right, stop where you are, okay?" I called out. "If you turn back now, I promise I won't do anything to you. Move away from here at once!"
The alpha's mental voice rang in my head through [Thought Communication].
Impertinent little bastard.
Oh, he's using telepathy. Convenient.
"I'm serious," I continued. "Last chance. Leave peacefully or face the consequences."
The alpha's response was immediate.
You wretched little worm of a monster—I shall crush you to pieces!
Worm?
I felt my nonexistent eyebrow twitch.
Did this dog just call me a worm?
"Worm?" I said aloud, my voice taking on a dangerous edge. "That's rich coming from an overgrown mutt who can't even recognize when he's outmatched."
The alpha snarled.
That thing, holding more force than me...? Impossible!
"Impossible?" I laughed. "You can sense my power. You know I'm stronger. But your pride won't let you admit it, will it? Typical alpha behavior. All bark, no bite."
I shall tear you apart!
"You're welcome to try, Fido. But let's be real—you're not even worth my time. A slime is about to embarrass you in front of your entire pack. How's that going to look on your resumé?"
The alpha howled.
And the direwolves attacked.
They came from all sides.
Exactly as predicted.
The first wave hit the fence—
SNAP.
Steel threads sliced through flesh. Adhesive strands bound limbs. Wolves yelped as invisible wires cut deep.
THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.
Tension traps released. Stakes launched from hidden positions, impaling direwolves mid-charge.
CRACK.
Pitfalls collapsed. Wolves fell onto sharpened stones, their howls cutting off abruptly.
The goblins, safe behind the fortified fence, fired arrows through the ports.
Most missed.
But enough hit.
And when direwolves tried to force their way through the firing ports—
CRUNCH.
Stone axes caved in skulls.
The traps are working. The fortifications are holding.
But the alpha wasn't attacking yet.
He hung back, watching. Learning.
Smart dog.
Two hours passed.
The direwolf pack, unable to breach the defenses, began to falter.
Confusion spread through their ranks.
This is it. The moment he makes his move.
The alpha's pride wouldn't let him retreat. Not after losing pack members to "mere goblins."
He needed to prove his strength.
To show he was worthy of leading.
Come on, dog. Make your mistake.
And he did.
The alpha charged.
Straight toward the entrance. Toward me.
Got you.
The moment he crossed the threshold, [Sticky-Steel Thread] activated.
The invisible web caught him mid-leap, adhesive strands binding his legs while cutting edges sliced into his flesh.
He struggled. Snarled. Pulled against the restraints.
I raised my slime body, extending a pseudopod in a very specific gesture.
Two fingers extended. Hand positioned just so.
The Sukuna hand sign.
"You know what your real mistake was?" I asked conversationally.
The alpha glared at me with pure hatred.
"You thought being a predator made you strong. But predators are just animals. And animals..."
I activated [Molecular Manipulation].
Not to create. To destroy.
I targeted the molecular bonds in the alpha's neck—specifically, the proteins that held cellular structures together.
Then I induced resonance.
Vibration at a specific frequency. A frequency that matched the natural oscillation of those molecular bonds.
The phenomenon was simple.
When you match the resonant frequency of any structure, it shatters.
"...can be dismantled."
"Dismantle."
The effect was instant.
The alpha's neck... separated.
Not cut. Not sliced.
Dismantled at the molecular level.
Cells came apart. Tissue dissolved. Bone fragmented.
The head fell from the body with almost surgical precision.
Blood sprayed. The corpse collapsed.
Silence.
Every direwolf froze.
I let the body drop, then bounced forward casually.
"Listen, direwolves! Your leader is dead! I will grant you one final choice. Submit to me or die!"
The pack didn't move.
Are they going to run? Fight?
Then I remembered—they needed an out.
I activated [Mimic], transforming into a direwolf. My body shifted, growing limbs, fur, fangs. The form was perfect—indistinguishable from the real thing.
"Arh-arh-arh! Listen to me!" I declared using [Thought Communication]. "Once, and only once, I will let this go unpunished. If you refuse to obey me, I bid you to leave here at once!!"
The response was immediate.
We pledge our allegiance to you!
Every direwolf bowed—or rather, laid down in submission.
Well. That was easier than expected.
I transformed back into a slime and approached the alpha's corpse.
Time to collect my prize.
[Predator] activated.
The body dissolved, absorbed into my stomach dimension.
< < Analysis complete. Mimic: Direwolf ability obtained. Direwolf intrinsic skills "Keen Smell," "Thought Communication," and "Coercion" acquired. >＞
Perfect.
I examined [Coercion] using [Great Sage].
＜＜Skill [Coercion]: Exerts mental pressure on targets with weaker will. Effectiveness scales with user's strength relative to target.＞＞
Interesting. This is basically spiritual pressure. Like Conqueror's Haki but through magical means.
Can I evolve this?
＜＜Affirmative. Skill [Coercion] contains foundational elements compatible with spiritual intimidation techniques from previous world. Synthesis possible but requires deeper understanding of skill mechanics. Recommend waiting until proficiency increases.＞＞
Noted. I'll work on it later.
For now, I had other priorities.
Like dealing with a hundred and eight surrendered direwolves and sixty-two exhausted goblins.
Morning After Battle
"From now on, I'm gonna have you all form pairs and live with each other, all right?"
The goblins and direwolves stared at me.
"Groups of two. One goblin, one direwolf. You'll work together. Live together. Fight together."
Slowly, hesitantly, they began pairing up.
Yesterday's enemies. Today's allies.
Then I noticed the problem.
"Elder," I called out. "It's too inconvenient for me to refer to you and your people. I'd like to give names to you all. Would that be all right?"
Every goblin and direwolf froze.
"Are... are you sure...?" the elder asked, voice trembling.
What's the big deal?
"Yeah, I'd like to give out some names."
The eruption of joy was immediate.
Cheering. Crying.
They're acting like I just offered them the world.
But I understood now.
Names meant something here. Named monsters were stronger. Smarter. More evolved.
This was a gift. A transformation.
Alright. Let's do this properly.
I started with the elder.
"Your son—the one who died protecting the village. What was his name?"
"Rigur," the elder said quietly.
"Then I name you Rigurd. Carry your son's legacy forward."
Tears streamed down the old goblin's face.
"Thank you... thank you, Rimuru-sama..."
I named the scout leader next.
"You're Rigur. Honor your brother's memory by protecting this village."
"I will! I swear it!"
Then came the rest.
For the goblins, I used simple naming conventions—Gobzo, Gobta, Gobchi, Gobta...
Wait.
Gobta.
That name sounds familiar.
I looked at the young goblin in question. Nervous. A bit clumsy-looking. But eager.
This is the idiot who becomes comic relief in canon, isn't it?
"Your name is Gobta."
"Th-thank you, Rimuru-sama!"
Oh boy. I just named a future headache.
For the direwolves, I went with a different approach.
The largest one—clearly the alpha's son—received special attention.
"You. What's your name?"
He doesn't have one yet.
"Then I name you Ranga. You'll lead the direwolf pack under my command."
The massive wolf bowed his head.
Thank you, Master.
Master? Not Rimuru-sama?
Direwolves must have different naming conventions.
The naming continued.
Eighty-two goblins. One hundred and eight direwolves.
Each name carved into their souls through the covenant.
And through it all, magical energy flowed.
Not from me.
From Veldora.
Through the soul corridor we shared, his vast reserves supplied the power needed for each naming. The Storm Dragon's strength poured through me, granting blessings to every monster under my protection.
I didn't get tired.
Didn't even feel the strain.
Veldora's magicules are doing all the heavy lifting. This is... actually kind of cheating.
＜＞
It's working. They're evolving.
The transformations began.
Goblins grew taller. Muscles developed. Skin toughened. Their crude features refined into something more... human.
Hobgoblins.
The direwolves changed too. Larger. Stronger. Coats shimmering with magical energy.
Tempest Wolves.
Except Ranga.
Ranga exploded with power.
His body grew to three meters in length. Fur turned silver-black, crackling with storm energy. Eyes glowed with intelligence far beyond a normal wolf.
Tempest Star Wolf.
The ultimate evolution of the direwolf species.
Holy shit. I just created a disaster-class monster.
Ranga approached me, head bowed.
Master. I am yours to command.
Yeah. I noticed.
« Report. Individual has successfully acquired the Extra Skill: 'Black Lightning'. »
« ...Integrating Extra Skill 'Black Lightning' with the Extra Skill 'Molecular Manipulation'... »
« Integration successful. The Extra Skill 'Black Lightning' has evolved into the Extra Skill: 'Black Thunder'. »
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All around me, the newly-named monsters knelt.
Hobgoblins. Tempest Wolves. All of them looking at me with absolute devotion.
"Rise," I said. "You're not servants. You're my people. Act like it."
They stood, but the reverence remained.
They think I'm some kind of god.
I just gave them names and accidentally made them evolve into higher species.
This is going to be complicated.
Days 4-5: Training Period
With the battle over and the village secured, I focused on development.
Both of the village and myself.
The goblins began reconstruction—this time with proper planning. I used [Molecular Manipulation] to create building materials.
Cement synthesized from limestone and clay, molecular bonds adjusted for rapid hardening.
Bricks formed from compressed earth, reinforced at the atomic level for durability.
Structural support beams made from molecularly-enhanced wood.
The village that emerged was nothing like the ramshackle collection of huts that existed before.
Proper houses. Paved roads. A central plaza.
The foundation of something greater.
But my main focus was skill development.
Specifically, [Ultrasonic Wave].
I'd been experimenting with it for days, combining it with my knowledge of aspectual magic—the fundamental laws that governed phenomena in this world.
Sound was vibration. Vibration was oscillation. Oscillation could be controlled.
I spent hours testing different frequencies. Different amplitudes. Different applications.
And finally—
＜＞
Extra Skill [Resonance] successfully acquired.
＜＜Sub-skills:＞＞
＜＜[Vibration Sense]: Detect environmental disturbances through air, water, and ground vibrations. Functions as high-precision radar for detecting hidden or invisible targets.＞＞
＜＜[Resonance Destruction]: Induce catastrophic structural failure by matching the natural frequency of targets. Effective against objects, armor, and barriers.＞＞
＜＜[Impact Dispersion]: Vibrate body or equipment at high frequency to diffuse kinetic energy from physical attacks, reducing damage taken.＞＞
＜＜[Ultrasonic Wave]: Generate high-frequency waves to disorient opponents or cause internal damage without external wounds.＞＞
Perfect. This is basically vibration manipulation.
I tested [Resonance Destruction] on a boulder.
Focused on its natural frequency. Matched it. Amplified it.
The rock shattered from the inside out.
This is the technique I used to kill the alpha. Dismantle was just focused application of this principle.
[Impact Dispersion] was interesting too.
In theory, I could vibrate my body fast enough to disperse incoming kinetic energy.
Like Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
Not particularly useful for defense—I already had [Physical Attack Resistance].
But for offense?
I could punch something and vibrate the impact through their body. Internal damage without breaking the skin.
Devastating.
Then came [Coercion].
I'd been thinking about it since acquiring the skill. How it worked. What it represented.
Spiritual pressure. Mental domination. The imposition of will upon reality.
It was similar to Conqueror's Haki.
Too similar.
Both are expressions of willpower. Both intimidate weaker opponents. Both can be projected outward.
Can I merge them? [ No he won't loose the conqueror's that's how it works in Tensura ]
I meditated on the concept.
Conqueror's Haki from One Piece. [Coercion] from this world.
Both used different energy systems—Haki versus magicules—but the principle was the same.
Impose your will on others.
I activated [Coercion], feeling the skill's mechanics.
Then I layered my knowledge of Conqueror's Haki over it.
The sensation shifted.
Expanded.
Evolved.
＜＞
Extra Skill [Haki] successfully acquired.
＜＜This skill combines principles from multiple spiritual pressure techniques. Can be channeled through Aura for enhanced effect.＞＞
Yes!
I tested it immediately.
[Haki] activated—
PRESSURE.
Every goblin and direwolf within a hundred meters flinched.
Not from fear. From pure presence.
The weight of my will pressing down on reality itself.
I could feel the difference.
[Coercion] had been one-dimensional—simple intimidation.
[Haki] was multifaceted.
I could project it outward as an aura. Focus it like a blade. Infuse it into attacks.
This is what I was looking for.
Combined with my Conqueror's Haki from the One Piece world (currently sealed), I now had two separate Haki systems.
When I unseal my full power, I will use them in conjunction to create stronger effect. Create something even stronger.
But for now, this is enough.
End of Day 5
I stood at the edge of the newly-constructed village, looking out over the forest.
Eighty-two Hobgoblins. One hundred and eight Tempest Wolves. All evolved. All loyal.
A fortified settlement with proper infrastructure.
New skills: [Resonance], [Haki], [Sticky-Steel Thread].
The foundation was laid.
This is where it starts. The nation I'm going to build.
A place where humans and monsters coexist. Where strength protects the weak. Where laws replace chaos.
Tempest.
Ranga approached, his massive form casting a shadow in the moonlight.
Master. The perimeter is secure. All sentries are in position.
Good work, Ranga.
May I ask... what are your plans for us?
I considered the question.
We're going to build something here. Not just a village. A nation. A place that will change this world.
We will follow wherever you lead.
I know. That's why I'm going to make sure you don't regret it.
The direwolf bowed his head and departed.
I stayed, watching the stars.
Somewhere inside me, Veldora remained sealed—analyzing Unlimited Imprisonment under [Great Sage]'s relentless supervision.
And deeper still, [Raphael] worked in secret.
Analyzing the True Dragon's soul. His body structure. His factor.
Analyzing Lucifer and Satanael from the data stored during my fight with Guy Crimson.
Progress percentages increasing. Power growing.
But slowly. Carefully.
Because I'm not ready to release Veldora yet.
Not until I have a kingdom worthy of the Storm Dragon's protection.
Soon.
But not yet.
For now, I had goblins to train. A village to build. A world to explore.
The adventure continues.
END OF CHAPTER 21
Post-Battle Status:
Village Population:
82 Hobgoblins (evolved from goblins) 108 Tempest Wolves (evolved from direwolves) 1 Tempest Star Wolf (Ranga - evolved from alpha's son) Total: 191 residents
Key Named Individuals:
Rigurd (Village Elder - Hobgoblin) Rigur (Former Scout Leader - Hobgoblin) Gobta (Comic Relief - Hobgoblin) Ranga (Pack Leader - Tempest Star Wolf)
New Skills Acquired:
[Mimic: Direwolf] [Keen Smell] [Thought Communication] [Coercion] (later evolved to [Haki]) [Sticky-Steel Thread] (merged skill) [Resonance] (evolved from Ultrasonic Wave)
Infrastructure Developments:
Fortified perimeter wall Proper housing constructed with enhanced materials Paved roads Central plaza Defensive traps and mechanisms
Secret Developments (Background):
Raphael analyzing Veldora's True Dragon Factor Raphael analyzing Lucifer and Satanael from stored data Unlimited Imprisonment analysis deliberately stalled Rimuru using Veldora's magicules for naming (no exhaustion)
Casualties:
0 Goblins (thanks to healing potions and superior tactics) 5 Direwolves (all survivors submitted and were named)