Luo seemed somewhat skeptical of Rimuru's claim.
Rimuru was a demigod-level being. No matter how one looked at it, someone of that level could not have emerged from a weak race whose civilization level was only Level Two.
Rimuru did not deny it. After all, for a race structure like the Machine Clan's, one resembling soldiers, they probably could not understand the evolution of a ruthless capitalist force like R'lyeh that devoured people without even spitting out the bones.
But upon further thought, Luo's doubts were not entirely unreasonable. The real world Rimuru came from could not truly be described as a Level Two civilization... Civilization levels were a classification unique to technological powers. If one looked only at technological advancement, the real world was indeed somewhat weak. But if one counted those old monsters from the past, or even went back to the Age of Gods...
After all, the real world had given birth to seven gods.
Thinking of it that way, the real world could not really be measured as a Level Two civilization. It was only after the Age of Gods fell and mysterious powers began to decline that modern civilization, as the Light of Technology, had been able to rise so forcefully.
Still... if that was the case, then during that primordial Age of Gods, when the Heavenly Kingdom ruled, Hell ran rampant, and vampires, werewolves, zombies, immortals... filled the world, the ones in charge did not seem to have been humans either...
Ah, he could not figure it out. Rimuru simply stopped thinking about it.
To prove he was telling the truth, he offered no explanation. Under Luo's suspicious little gaze, he simply decided to take her out and show her a good time.
For example! Eating! Drinking! Playing! Having fun!
Humanity's pursuit of food