Decades passed.
Not in the rushed, fragile way mortal time flowed—but in slow, deliberate, godlike strides.
My realm had changed.
It wasn't empty land anymore.
It breathed.
Cities stood where forests once grew. Stone towers spiked into artificial skies. Roads of enchanted crystal connected settlements. Farmland flourished in soil infused with Wood Release chakra and Merlinian blessing. Rivers ran clear and alive with mana.
People lived here now.
Not prisoners.Not pawns.But citizens of a growing world.
Children ran through streets born of magic. Subordinates who had once been summoned as tools now had households of their own. Bloodlines formed. Talent was inherited. Magic mixed with chakra, divine traces passed into new generations.
A civilization had taken root.
And so had I.
In that time…
I completed another template.
And then another.
Template Completed — Dumbledore
The old man's magic was refined, controlled, elegant.Light without weakness.Power without loudness.
Now those memories, those instincts, those spells were mine too.
And I understood something profound:
True power wasn't loud.
It was precise.
And then…
A new template began to spin.
Systems always spun like they were testing me.
"What now?" I murmured.
The wheel slowed.The glow deepened.
And a name appeared that made even my soul stir.
Rimuru Tempest.
I didn't smile.
I didn't scoff.
I felt… tension.
This was different.
This wasn't a dark lord.This wasn't a sorcerer.This wasn't a god…
This was a mistake in the shape of a being.
A walking cheat code.
A monster who devoured concepts, absorbed powers, evolved endlessly, and ignored normal laws of existence.
A nightmare wrapped in kindness.
A king of monsters.
And the system gave him to me.
Progress: 0%
Of course.
Compared to Rimuru?
Everything before this was practice.
I stared at the template quietly.
"This one isn't going to be easy," I admitted.
Tom, older now but frozen in time at his peak, stood beside me.
"You seem… serious."
"I am."
I closed the panel.
Rimuru Tempest didn't represent power.
He represented evolution.
An existence that grew endlessly.
A being that adapted to anything.
If I completed this template…
I wouldn't just become strong.
I would become something even gods couldn't properly classify.
I looked over my world.
My people.My cities.My armies.My hidden system.
Only then did I whisper:
"…This one will change everything."
And somewhere deep in the fabric of my realm, something trembled—as if the world itself felt the arrival of that name.
Rimuru Tempest.
The next evolution had begun.