Traveler from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru! Chapter 1

Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru! Author: Ling Meng'er

[Synopsis]

Childhood friend Kuonji, childhood sweetheart mage, fiancée the Witch of Coal, cheat template Rimuru.

This might be a slow-burn story, but it will absolutely never be abandoned.

As the only son of an international hot money investor and a business tycoon, Xiao Rui always had a dream.

That was, once he survived this damned elite education phase and reached the passing grade expected by his parents.

He would honestly go back to being a spoiled rich kid, living a life of leisure and enjoying all the prosperity of the world. However, he survived the heavens and the earth, but he didn't survive the trend of transmigration. After waiting bitterly for 25 years, he ended up in an inexplicable otherworld.

Person in Type-Moon, just got off the plane, may I ask the experts on Zhihu:

I've transmigrated, how do I transmigrate back?

Chapter 001: Will Rimuru's world... also have sniper rifles?

Dawn was approaching. A touch of golden morning light broke through the blockade of the endless night, shining through the large floor-to-ceiling windows into the courtyard, casting ripples of shimmering light upon the surface of the swimming pool that hadn't been changed for days but remained clear.

The gold-embroidered curtains ultimately failed to block that ray of light, which shone onto the face of the delicate-looking youth curled up on the bed. His light blue hair was long, cascading down like a waterfall, spilling over his shoulders, with a few strands scattered about due to his restlessness during the night, resembling blooming sea roses.

If one didn't look closely, many might think this was a noble princess.

But in fact—

Long eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon, the youth opened his eyes hazily. A pair of golden pupils looked around blankly, and soon, an angry voice echoed in the room: "What the hell, where is this? You stupid heavens, go to hell!!"

Half an hour later, the youth was rolling his dead-fish eyes, holding a toothbrush and a cup, looking at his petite figure in the mirror—shoulder-length light blue hair, lively golden pupils, and fair, slender arms and an exquisite face.

"No matter how you look at it, it's like a girl, but... if it's this name, it's not surprising."

The memory fragments in his mind were numerous, but the clearest one was his name—Rimuru Tempest.

In his memories, this seemed to be the protagonist of an anime he had watched to pass the time, which meant—this was an anime world?

"Hiss, I'm not sure about other things, but I seem to remember that this Rimuru thing, it's a... slime?"

He raised his hand, and lines of patterns on his arm lit up rapidly, connecting through his arm to his heart. For a moment, his entire half-body emitted a pale blue ghostly light, beautiful and magnificent—and on his hand, a mass of water condensed and slowly turned into solid ice. This was an ability derived from instinct and memory.

Rimuru looked at the surrounding environment, then thought about the scattered memories in his mind. In the large luxury villa, he was the only one, lonely, without even a servant. The reason was simple: in his memories, the Tempest family was now left with only him.

Slime is slime, but what the hell is this family being wiped out?

But that wasn't the most important thing.

Rimuru looked at himself in the mirror and frowned slightly. The most important thing was how he could return to his original world.

If he had been lonely and miserable in his previous life, living like a corporate slave, then transmigration would be fine.

But the problem was, he wasn't!

His parents were alive, he had cars and houses, and he had a beautiful, capable younger stepsister who was a brother-complex.

As the only son of the Teng Group, an international hot money investor, and with a mother who was a world-famous fashion designer, he had been subjected to more assassinations, business conspiracies, and various factional tug-of-wars since he was a child. Other than that, he felt that everything was safer and much more comfortable than this so-called otherworld.

He had always felt that he was the favorite son of the heavens. After all, he was born with money. As an only child, he didn't have to worry about brothers turning against him; he was the sole heir. Plus, he had the looks—

There was no need to mention how his life was going.

The only fly in the ointment was that because he was an only child, neither his relatives nor his parents would allow him to enjoy life in peace, sit back and reap the rewards, or be a spoiled brat. Instead, he had suffered the torture of hellish elite education since he was a child.

So, the most crucial point was: he was unwilling!

After surviving 25 years, from the education he received since he was in the womb, he had finally obtained a master's degree and was happily planning to go back to inherit the family business and start his hedonism.

He had survived assassination attempts by business enemies and factional betrayals, reaching the final circle—wasn't it just to win the game and live a life of luxury?

As a result, he survived the heavens and the earth, but he just couldn't stop the trend of the transmigration army—

"Ugh..." Rimuru choked up as he picked up his toothbrush and looked at it for a while: "Even if there are toothbrushes in the otherworld, there might not be internet or television!"

And there are superpowers, it looks like a battle anime!

From childhood to adulthood, I haven't even killed a chicken... I'm good at ordering subordinates around, but as a result, the family... is only left with me?!

No way!

Bang, Rimuru slapped the toothbrush onto the vanity, gritted his teeth angrily. Thinking about it made him even angrier; taking a step back meant a total loss!

I have to go back!

Even if I have to transmigrate, I'm going to enjoy everything I suffered for twenty-five years before I transmigrate again, damn it!

Screw your otherworld beauties! With his financial resources, if he stepped into the entertainment industry, what style of girl couldn't he have?

Besides, he couldn't bear to leave his strict father and kind mother, or that silly girl who was waiting for him to return to the country every day.

However, first—he had to calm down.

Rimuru leaned on the vanity, head bowed, lost in thought—to go back, to go back by any means necessary. Then the question arose: obviously, he didn't believe the nonsense that dying would wake him up and end this dream. Moreover, he wouldn't risk his life.

If it really was a dream, he would wake up sooner or later.

But if it really was transmigration, then dying would probably mean he was truly dead. Transmigration was already a one-in-a-million event; he didn't believe he had the luck to transmigrate twice, let alone back to his original world.

So, wait until the plot ends?

This is a fairly reliable plan, but for now, it is more important to sort through the memories in my mind.

To what extent has Rimuru developed this world?

He glanced sideways at the towel, toothbrush, cup, and other items; it seems the basic industrial civilization is already quite advanced—or perhaps these things naturally exist in this otherworldly civilization as well.

Turning on the faucet, he plunged his head into the icy water without hesitation, yet he felt not the slightest discomfort.

Is this my own ability?

"Notification: Possess Resistance to Temperature Variation."

"?!?" The sudden voice startled Rimuru, but he quickly reacted and let out a sigh of relief: "Great Sage?"

"Notification: Correct!"

It really is the complete... Rimuru template.

Rimuru lifted his head, letting the water droplets fall from the tips of his hair, sliding down his face and onto his bathrobe. With a thought, the entire bathrobe instantly transformed into endless black mist that enveloped him. A few seconds later, a set of modern casual clothing appeared on his body.

"That's certainly convenient, though it's a pity there's no hair dryer."

Rimuru clicked his tongue in wonder. Regardless, this kind of superpower was a feeling he had never experienced before. He held a towel to wipe his wet hair, but after searching for a while and finding no hair dryer, he decided to return to the bedroom to organize the fragmented memories in his mind.

Due to his modern mindset and instincts, he even forgot that to dry his hair, he only needed to manipulate the water flow to make all the droplets leave his hair.

However, just at that moment, he heard a bang.

The sound of shattering glass reached his ears. Rimuru only had time to turn his head, and with his powerful dynamic vision, he saw a pitch-black bullet, glowing with heat and spinning at high speed, having already shattered the fragile glass and shooting straight into his head!

Bang!

In an instant, with a thud, his head was blown to pieces. Rimuru slowly collapsed to the ground, and until the very end, he had only one thought:

How the hell does this world have a sniper rifle?!

Chapter 002, The World Known as Type-Moon...

The sniper rifle was equipped with a silencer, but the bullet still triggered some alarm devices as it broke through, drawing the attention of a few people.

A figure coldly withdrew his gaze from the scope. After confirming that the target's head had been blown apart like a watermelon, he turned away indifferently, ignoring several activated familiars. He calmly dismantled the sniper rifle, packed it into a case, and turned to leave.

Hoo.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a lighter to ignite it, and took a deep drag.

As he turned, a young girl wearing a formal dress, with twin tails hanging down to her waist and even reaching her hips, hurried past, catching his attention.

"Achelotte..."

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually tossed the cigarette aside and vanished into the gloomy alleyway.

In a hazy state, Rimuru instinctively transformed into a blue, jelly-like slime. The wriggling blue blobs gathered together one after another, slowly moving toward the corpse lying in the center. As they turned into black mist and merged back into his body, Rimuru's head also slowly condensed a nose and eyes from a mass of blue water, and finally—

He fully recovered and slowly opened his eyes.

His beautiful golden pupils blinked gently, and Rimuru clutched his head, slowly sitting up.

To be honest, his brain was still a bit muddled...

Who did I offend? I just transmigrated and I get hit with a Gate of Opening kill?

He patted his cheeks speechlessly. Just as he was about to lament that the world had gone to the dogs and people were no longer as honest as they used to be, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from outside the door.

Hmm... did the people of the house come? Wait, no! My family was wiped out, so where would I have family or underlings?!

In his memories, he had always lived alone!!

Damn it! Could it be that group of killers, coming back to check the corpse after killing me?

Do you have to be this ruthless?!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stood up and ran toward the window, intending to see if he could find a safe route to escape.

Sunlight entered his vision, and after the glare faded, a bustling scene of heavy traffic appeared before his eyes, causing Rimuru to freeze in place.

He suddenly realized that this was not his family estate, because outside the window was a street—a modern urban street with flashing traffic lights, and not far away, an artificial fountain and a statue gushing water, with cars and people flowing by!

Cars drove past, and students pushing suitcases walked by—

"Did I... transmigrate again and again?" Rimuru looked around in confusion, took two steps back, and glanced at the vintage, opulent chandelier and the high-end wooden mattress—

So, the castle courtyard I imagined was just a vintage high-end hotel?

Rimuru rolled his dead-fish eyes and thought: So, this is modern society? That explains why there would be a sniper rifle... So am I reborn or did I transmigrate?

And where did Rimuru's ability template come from?

Questions flooded his mind one after another. While he was dazed, the hotel door was pushed open with a bang. Several figures rushed in anxiously, and upon seeing Rimuru's confused look as he turned around, they clearly let out a sigh of relief and said, "Lord Rimuru, it is good that you are unharmed."

"Which eye of yours saw that I was unharmed?" Rimuru replied reflexively, and after he finished speaking, even he was stunned.

Holy crap, this instinct, this reaction.

I'm a natural-born contrarian from the very first word, huh?!

No wonder you got assassinated, holy crap!!

"Ahem." Rimuru quickly coughed a few times to suppress the instinctive urge rising in his heart, secretly deciding that he must properly organize his memories later to see what exactly the original owner of this body was—

"Just now, ahem, someone fired a shot at me—"

"Yes! The surveillance familiars have already relayed the situation... We are very sorry to have caused you such a fright." The man in the lead wore a black suit and had a bit of the vibe of a mob boss from the movies, but Rimuru couldn't help but feel... the way the other party was acting so subserviently made him look exactly like a real-estate salesman in reality—

"Hmm..." Sighing, Rimuru waved his hand and said, "Instead of wasting time apologizing, you'd be better off investigating who it was—"

"Rimuru." Before he could finish, a pink figure burst through the door and threw herself in front of Rimuru, her face full of anxiety as she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Uh... who are you—" Seeing the beads of sweat dripping down her pretty face and the look of concern, Rimuru's eyes darted away as he quickly changed his tune, "How... how did you know?"

Hiss, my bad, my bad. I almost hurt the feelings of such a pretty girl.

Although this girl... looks a bit familiar?

"This is our territory, after all. If we didn't react at all to a colleague being assassinated, wouldn't that be too incompetent?" The girl flicked her twin tails slightly, turned to look at the crowd behind her, and instantly became cold and arrogant. Her pretty face turned frosty, and her tone plummeted: "Why was Rimuru assassinated within the sphere of influence of the Clock Tower?!"

"If it weren't for the familiars of the Lords, would you all still be standing outside the hotel chatting away?"

"Gulp—"

Rimuru clearly saw the lead man in the suit swallow nervously. With a face full of submissiveness and unable to voice his grievances, he said, "Miss Achelotte, please calm your anger. The Dean attaches extreme importance to this and has already notified all the Lords to thoroughly investigate this matter."

"Hmm..." The girl narrowed her eyes, still somewhat indignant, but she understood in her heart that what the other party said was the truth.

After all, she was the very person the Dean had notified immediately.

On the other side, a bewildered Rimuru wore a look of contemplation.

It seems my status here is quite high—