Rimuru Tempest sat in the quiet comfort of his private office within the central administrative building. Soft light from the window fell across the polished wooden desk. He held the magic smartphone in his hands, its screen glowing gently. The device felt light and familiar now, after only a few days of use. The anime-girl AI voice had already helped him organize reports and send messages to distant towns. Today, he wanted to explore more of the knowledge Takumi had placed inside the central server.
A gentle chime sounded. The AI spoke in her cheerful, friendly tone. "Master, would you like to see the recommended entertainment section? There are many stories from another world. One series appears especially popular among users today."
Rimuru smiled softly. "Sure. Show me what everyone is watching." He tapped the screen, expecting something light and fun. The network speed remained perfect—5G magic made every page load instantly, even with thousands of people using the system at the same time.
A new window opened. The title appeared in clear letters: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime. Below it, colorful posters showed a small blue slime and a familiar human form with long silver-blue hair and deep golden eyes. Rimuru's own face looked back at him from the screen.
He froze. His golden eyes widened in genuine surprise. For a long moment, he simply stared. The words on the description read: "A man dies and is reborn as a slime in a fantasy world. He builds a nation of monsters and becomes a demon lord. Based on real events from another timeline."
Rimuru's finger hovered over the play button. "This… this is about me," he whispered. His voice carried a mix of disbelief and quiet amusement. He had lived through every moment—the day he met Veldora in the cave, the founding of Tempest, the battles that shaped the federation. Yet here it was, turned into an anime series, complete with opening music that sounded both dramatic and strangely catchy.
A soft knock came at the door. Veldora entered without waiting, his steps calm and measured. His blonde hair caught the light, and the faint scars on his face gave him a thoughtful look. He wore his usual brown outfit, simple yet dignified. Behind him followed Shuna and Benimaru, both curious after receiving a quick message from Rimuru earlier.
"Rimuru, you called us here," Veldora said, his tone mature and composed. "Is something wrong with the new network? Or perhaps you have discovered another feature Takumi and I can improve?"
Rimuru looked up from the phone. His expression showed clear surprise, but a small smile began to form. "You need to see this." He turned the screen toward them. "There is an entire anime series about my life. That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime. It is right here, in the recommended section. Millions of people in my old world must have watched it."
Shuna leaned closer, her eyes bright with interest. "Oh my. The art is beautiful. Look, that is you in human form, Lord Rimuru. And there is Veldora in his dragon shape. The story feels so close to our own history."
Benimaru crossed his arms, a rare grin appearing on his face. "So the world you came from already knew our tale? That is… unexpected. Does it show the battles accurately? Or the festivals?"
Veldora's golden eyes lit up with the spark of true otaku passion, though he kept his voice steady and refined. "This is magnificent. A full anime adaptation of our adventures? I must watch the first episode at once." He sat down beside Rimuru, his mature demeanor cracking just enough to show genuine excitement. "Takumi, my friend, did you include this on purpose? It feels like the ultimate tribute to our shared story."
Inside Veldora's mind, Takumi answered with calm warmth. "Yo, bro, it came from the knowledge I copied from my world. The server has almost everything that existed there—books, games, anime, all one million apps recreated. I did not pick it specially, but the AI probably noticed how popular it is and recommended it to Rimuru. It is like the story followed us here."
Rimuru pressed play. The opening music filled the room, bright and energetic. Scenes unfolded: a man named Satoru Mikami dying in his old world, waking up as a slime, meeting Veldora, naming monsters, building Tempest. Each moment brought back clear memories. Rimuru watched with wide eyes, a soft laugh escaping him when the anime showed his first meeting with Shuna and the others.
"This is embarrassing," he said, though his voice held no real anger—only fond surprise. "They made me look cooler than I felt at the time. And the voice actor for me sounds so confident. I remember being nervous about every decision."
Shuna giggled gently. "But it is true, Lord Rimuru. You did change our lives. The anime shows the hope you gave us. I feel proud watching it."
Benimaru nodded. "It captures the battles well. The animation of my flames looks powerful. If this series helps our people understand our history better, then it is a fine addition to the network."
Veldora leaned forward, completely absorbed. "The pacing is excellent. See how they build tension before each major event? This is the work of skilled creators. Takumi, we should thank the original world for recording our tale so beautifully. Perhaps we can create bonus episodes that show what happened after the festival—new stories only we know."
The group watched together in comfortable silence for a while. The fast network let them jump between episodes without any delay. Outside the window, the capital continued its busy day. Citizens walked while streaming the same series, sharing favorite moments through group chats. The digital bloom had reached even deeper than they expected.
Rimuru paused the video after the third episode. He set the phone down and looked at his friends. "I never thought my life would become entertainment for another world. It feels strange… but also good. If people in my old world enjoyed it, maybe it can bring our two worlds closer in some small way."
Takumi's voice reached all of them through the strengthened bond. "The surprise is understandable, Rimuru. I felt the same when I first woke up here. But think of it this way: the story proves your path was always special. Now everyone in Tempest can see it too."
Veldora placed a steady hand on Rimuru's shoulder, his expression both brotherly and amused. "Exactly. This anime is not a joke—it is proof that our adventures have meaning beyond our borders. And with the network running at full speed, the whole federation can enjoy it together. We should plan a public screening in the square next week. Let the people celebrate their own history."
Shuna clapped her hands softly. "I will help prepare the event. We can add our own songs and explain the parts that differ slightly from real life."
Benimaru stood, his sharp eyes thoughtful. "While we enjoy this, we must not forget the western shadows. The Shadow Broker's movements are still hidden, but the network's alerts are already helping us watch the borders. This anime may lift our spirits, yet our vigilance remains."
Rimuru nodded, the surprise on his face slowly turning into quiet determination. "You are right. The phones have brought joy and connection, but they also give us strength against any political tricks. For now, let us enjoy this unexpected gift from Takumi's world."
The group shared a moment of warm understanding. Laughter rose again as Veldora pointed out a funny scene in the next episode. Outside, the capital hummed with the same excitement—goblins, orcs, and visitors all glued to their screens, discovering the tale of the slime who became a leader.
In the heart of Tempest, a simple discovery had turned into something deeper. The anime was not just entertainment. It reminded everyone how far they had come, and how much brighter the future could be when knowledge and stories flowed freely.