[This is going to be a funny chapter, i will be changing the names of characters and novel titles because of copyright infridgement.
Also i have adjusted the chapter release to 2 chapters per day. Happy Reading.]
"Oh, for crying out loud."
The words echoed through the empty dimension, perhaps the first truly un-cosmic complaint Elias Vance had uttered in centuries. His voice, now resonating with the subtle hum of a neutron star, still carried that familiar dry sarcasm. He tried to raise his arm to scratch his nose, and the movement was stiff, robotic, like a newly assembled action figure. His neutronium bones, while incredibly powerful and dense, had turned him into a walking, talking, super-heavy statue. He could crush galaxies, yes, but he couldn't exactly do a graceful bow, let alone anything requiring genuine fluidity.
This wouldn't do. Not at all.
Elias frowned, a complex holographic display of human biomechanics appearing before him. He could generate immense force, warp space by merely flexing a finger (if his finger would flex), and withstand impacts that would shatter galaxies. But a simple pivot at the hip? A casual shrug? Forget about it. His joints felt like cosmic concrete.
"I need flexibility," he muttered to himself, running simulations of various elastic cosmic materials. Nothing worked. Anything that could provide the required resilience at his new density would either shatter from the internal pressure or simply be too stiff. He needed something truly unique, something that defied conventional material science, even his version of it.
His mind, a supercomputer capable of sifting through millennia of data in nanoseconds, began to churn. He accessed the vast, almost forgotten archives of his previous life—Earth's fictional narratives. He'd read countless stories, not for entertainment, but for data patterns, conceptual anomalies, and the sheer audacity of human imagination. And then, a memory surfaced, a particular category of fictional beings: slimes. Absurdly flexible, seemingly indestructible, capable of incredible feats.
"Right," Elias mused, a spark of inspiration. "Slimes. But not just any slime."
His QDS immediately began sifting through fictional universes, looking for prime examples. His first mental ping landed squarely on a certain "Universe God Slime" from a novel called Infinite Energy in a Post-Paradise. Elias paused. He recalled bits of that story: the slime was always chilling on the main character's head, and that main character, Noaa Osment, was… well, he was basically absurd.
Elias ran a quick, amused simulation. "Noaa Osment," he murmured, a rare smirk touching his lips. "The guy literally holds realities, which contain multiverses, like they're just sticks. His pet slime would probably unravel the very laws of my universe just by existing near it. Excessive. Definitely excessive." He chuckled. "And frankly, I don't want to explain to a cosmic being why I'm trying to pilfer a bit of his pet. Probably lead to a philosophical debate on cosmic property rights. Not worth the headache." He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. Too much cosmic drama for a simple flexibility problem.
Then, another image crystallized in his mind, another fictional slime, much more… manageable. Limulu Tempest, from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a slimey blob. Ah, yes. A being of incredible power, certainly, but one whose fundamental nature was adaptability and flexibility, a creature made of a truly unique material that could absorb, adapt, and replicate. Perfect. Elias wasn't trying to absorb a new power source; he just needed a material sample.
"That's the one," he declared.
Elias realized that his mastery over the Law of Quantum Space, now unburdened by mental fatigue and enhanced by his new core's theoretical capabilities, allowed him to do something truly extraordinary: teleport to any universe he could conceive of. The thought was exhilarating. But while he was virtually indestructible, he was still in an unknown fictional reality, potentially governed by its own bizarre rules. He wasn't one for unnecessary risks, especially when Kaelen was waiting for his return.
"Alright, Clone One," he said, speaking to the empty air. With a subtle surge of QDS, a perfect duplicate of himself shimmered into existence beside him. This clone wasn't just a projection; it was a temporary, fully functional copy, imbued with all his abilities and current understanding of the Laws. He set a mental timer – the clone would dissipate and transfer all acquired data back to him after an hour, a safety measure against unforeseen cosmic complications.
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, which ofcourse you will, you are me" Elias deadpanned, giving the clone an amused look, "is to acquire a small sample of a specific type of slime. Specifically, from a certain Rimuru Tempest. Try not to cause too much trouble. And definitely don't try to explain who you are."
The clone, a perfect mirror of Elias's calm demeanor, simply nodded. With a ripple in the fabric of the empty dimension, it vanished, jumping the colossal chasm between universes.
The clone arrived in a flash of shimmering light, not in the void, but in a world bursting with vibrant green trees, a clear blue sky, and a gentle breeze. It was immediately, unmistakably, the world of Rimuru Tempest.
The moment the clone solidified, it felt it. A pressure, immense and undeniable, pushing down on it from every direction. It wasn't physical force, but a mental, almost spiritual coercion. It was the universe's will, the very "Author" of this reality, sensing an intruder, an anomaly. The pressure intensified, trying to expel the clone, to push it into the Omega Void—the treacherous, chaotic space between universes, a place where even Elias, with his profound but still incomplete mastery of all Laws, would find himself dangerously exposed if he didn't have absolute control over all of them.
A booming, omnipresent voice, resonating not through the air but directly within the clone's mind, demanded, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my universe?!" The tone was less furious, more curious, like a god momentarily distracted from its grand narrative.
The Elias clone, ever unruffled, maintained its cool. Its QDS quickly analyzed the "Author's" presence. It was immense, certainly, capable of manipulating its own reality, but it felt… distinct. Like a creator focused on its own story, rather than an omnipotent, interfering force. "Relax," the clone said, its voice calm, perhaps a touch too casual for a direct address to a universal consciousness. "I'm just a new overpowered character from a novel. Not this novel, mind you. I just need something from your MC."
A beat of cosmic silence. Then, the booming voice softened, now laced with genuine intrigue. "Ooh, a new overpowered character? Tell me about your story!"
The Elias clone, ever pragmatic, saw an opportunity. "Right. Well, it's called 'The Quantum Path to Immortality.' It starts with me, Elias Vance, a physicist from a universe where 'magic' is just applied physics, dying from a brain issue. My solution? Turn myself into pure data and transmit my consciousness into the great unknown."
"Sounds intriguing!" the Author boomed.
"It gets better," the clone continued, a hint of dry sarcasm creeping into its tone. "I expected the cold, hard quantum realm. Instead, I got dumped into a standard-issue cultivation world. You know, the kind where people punch mountains and drink spiritual chicken soup to get stronger."
The Author seemed to 'chuckle,' a ripple in the cosmic fabric. "Ah, those. Classic."
"Indeed. Anyway, I found the whole process ridiculously inefficient. So, naturally, I did what I do best. Overanalyzed everything. Broke the system entirely. I'm talking cellular Qi reactors, runic programming instead of chanting, soul-lattice engineering for my consciousness, and a deep, philosophical vendetta against spiritual inefficiency. Just optimized the entire path to immortality. I even just made my skeleton out of neutron star material, which, frankly, turned me into a super-heavy brick, hence my current… dilemma. Need a solution for flexibility. So, here I am."
The Author was utterly captivated. "A neutron star skeleton?! Fascinating! And a vendetta against inefficiency? I like this character! Very efficient storytelling." There was a pause. "So, you need a sample from my MC Limulu Tempest? For… flexibility?"
"Precisely," the clone confirmed. "His material properties are exactly what I need to integrate into my own structure without compromising density. I just need a tiny, tiny piece. He won't even notice it."
"I allow it" the Author boomed, clearly delighted. "A unique cross-universal collaboration! This will make for excellent narrative fodder!"
Suddenly, the pressure on the clone vanished. It now perceived the universe's layout, and easily located Rimuru. The great slime was, as expected, in his slime-like form, but currently resting on the porch of his home, enjoying a quiet afternoon. Shien and Shona were nowhere in sight, likely off causing chaos elsewhere, leaving him a rare moment of peace. He was in his pure slime form, gently shimmering under the sunlight, dozing peacefully.
The Elias clone materialized silently behind Rimuru. With its QDS, it carefully, meticulously isolated a single, infinitesimal fraction of Rimuru's immense mass. It was less than a single molecule, an imperceptible sliver of the slime. Using its Law of Matter and Law of Order, the clone meticulously scanned its entire material composition, down to the quantum foam, recording every nuance of its adaptability, flexibility, and unique structure. This wasn't about stealing power; it was about acquiring a blueprint.
Rimuru stirred slightly, a tiny, almost imperceptible wiggle. He felt something, a fleeting sensation like a mosquito bite, or perhaps a single atom briefly being out of place, then gone. He yawned, stretching his amorphous body contentedly. Must be Shien making trouble in the kitchen again, he thought, his blissful peace undisturbed. He drifted back to his nap, utterly oblivious.
"Thank you, Author," the Elias clone murmured respectfully, having completed its data acquisition.
"Anytime, new overpowered character! Come back and tell me more when you've optimized a new universe!" the Author boomed cheerfully.
With the crucial data secured, the Elias clone dissolved into shimmering light, once again breaching the barrier between realities, heading back to its original self in the empty dimension. The mission was a resounding success, achieved with Elias's signature blend of scientific genius, a touch of sarcasm, and surprisingly, a favorable inter-universal chat with a curious cosmic author.