Chapter 46: The Audit of the Harvest (Part 1)
Sleep Mode: Deactivated. Reconstruction Phase: 100%.
The pressurized void of the evolution sleep shatters like tempered glass. My consciousness expands, snapping back into a reality that feels... different. The world is no longer a collection of fuzzy magicule signatures; it is a high-resolution ledger. I can see the flow of energy in the air as if it were a physical currency.
I am still a slime. But the dark, obsidian sheen of my membrane has deepened into a "Perfect Mirror-Black Void." I don't just reflect the light; I seem to hold it.
Notice. Structural Reorganization successful. Species Evolution: [High-Tier Diamond Slime]. Hardware upgrade complete. The 'Gift' from the individual Rimuru Tempest has expanded the User's core processing power. Magicule throughput has increased significantly. Total Soul Capacity has been expanded and optimized.
Azathoth, status report. And for the love of aesthetics, tell me the Falmuth blood has been cleaned off the plaza. My internal monologue is currently evaluating the "quality of life" in a city that smells like a slaughterhouse.
Confirmed. Casualties in the plaza have been gathered for the resurrection ritual. The City of Tempest is currently under a state of high-tier magicule saturation. Warning: A high-density spiritual entity has been summoned in the central district. Identification: Primordial Black.
"A Primordial?" I pulse, my voice resonating with a new, metallic authority that vibrates the very air. "Rimuru really did it. He went from being a teacher to a venture capitalist who deals in ancient demons. Talk about a pivot."
I float off the blood-stained grass of the Falmuth camp. The 20,000 souls are gone—erased from the ledger to pay for the revival of our assets. I [Spatial Motion] toward the center of the city, appearing in the shadows of the central plaza just as the magicule storm begins to settle.
In the center of the square, Rimuru stands. He has evolved. The blue-haired form is the same, but the aura is... absolute. Kneeling before him is a figure in a black tuxedo, radiating a level of power that makes the Kijin look like interns.
"My, my," the demon purrs, his voice a smooth, terrifying silk. "To be summoned by such a magnificent master. It is truly an honor."
"Shinji," Rimuru says, turning his head toward me. His eyes are gold now, glowing with the weight of a True Demon Lord. "You're awake."
"I was in a scheduled maintenance window, Rimuru," I pulse, floating into the light. My mirror-black surface reflects his new form with terrifying clarity. "I see you've managed to close the deal. And you've acquired a... high-level employee."
"This is Diablo," Rimuru says, gesturing to the demon. "And these..." He looks at the rows of bodies.