Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru!

Hearing so many people care about him, Rimuru felt a secret thrill, while his brain raced at the same time:

Hmm, it's also possible that this young girl before him has a rather high status; he seemed to have some impression of her in his memories—

Achelotte... wait a second, what did they just say?

Clock Tower?!? Lord?

Achelotte... Achelotte!

Rimuru took a few careful looks at the girl in front of him, and gradually, her figure quickly overlapped with a tall, seventeen-year-old girl from his memories—

May Liddell Achelotte?!!!!

Holy crap!!!

Rimuru gave a violent jolt. Ignoring the girl and the guards who were still blaming the others, he pulled open the window and leaned his entire body out!

In an instant, his magic perception rippled out like waves, sweeping across the pedestrians and vehicles on the road, constantly expanding.

"Great Sage, can you construct a map?!"

"Notification: Full-scale virtual structural mapping initiated!"

Streets appeared like illusory models projected onto Rimuru's retina, and a blue slime icon representing Rimuru's position floated in the middle of a high-rise building by the street.

Immediately after, illusory buildings shot up into the sky; every unit scanned by his magic perception was projected onto the virtual 3D map—

"Zoom out, I want to see the panoramic view!"

"Understood."

The perspective slowly pulled back. At the end of the nearby street, a massive museum and a plaza statue were slowly rendered.

"Large-scale barrier detected, high magic concentration detected. Shall I breach it?"

"Will I be detected?"

"Notification: High-level entities may perceive the magic fluctuations, but there will be no major issues."

"Notification: Can project biological threat levels onto the map. Shall I enable this?"

"Breach it, enable it."

Rimuru spoke without hesitation. Although drawing the attention of powerhouses in an unfamiliar environment might be poorly considered, Rimuru felt that since his status was high enough to warrant assassination attempts, he was already in the open while the enemy was in the shadows. Since that was the case, he might as well be unscrupulous and high-profile to figure out his current situation first.

Most importantly, he had a reason.

For instance, why couldn't he perform a large-scale scan to find the culprit after just being attacked? (Hands on hips!)

Even if he caused displeasure among the powerhouses, they couldn't say anything.

Immediately after, Rimuru saw a massive area suddenly appear on the light blue translucent map, located behind the museum. At the same time, dense red dots covered the entire museum and the hidden area, and among the people coming and going on the street, countless red dots representing those with some level of strength also appeared.

The magic scan continued to expand, the perspective rose higher and higher, and the Great Sage even thoughtfully labeled the names of the hidden areas and the suddenly appearing tall clock tower—the Clock Tower.

Ugh!

Rimuru clutched his forehead in pain, gave up on resisting, and said, "Stop the detailed scan, just scan the terrain to the maximum range possible."

"Notification: If using a satellite-like scanning method, one only needs to distribute magic power evenly. If it were raining, one could use the connection of all raindrops to perform a more detailed scan."

"What about a sunny day?"

Rimuru glanced at the sky. Well, not a cloud in sight.

"Notification: Unable to determine; based on your own magic power."

Forget it. Rimuru retracted his magic perception, looking at the buildings already scanned on the map and that tall Big Ben—

He had basically confirmed it, and he gave up on resisting.

Yes, he looked out the window, and his heart sank.

This is... London.

And it's also... London with mages...

Chapter 003, This Damned Yet Wonderful Start

Type-Moon.

Two simple words, yet they struck Rimuru's heart with the weight of a thousand tons.

He thought he had transmigrated, but it turned out to be a transmigration within a transmigration?

But that wasn't the main point; the most important thing was... Good heavens, don't you think the difficulty of this world is a bit too damn high?!!!

If it were truly Rimuru's world, at least he would still be an overpowered protagonist... but in Type-Moon, it felt like he had just left the newbie village and immediately started on the "Torment VI" difficulty...

How could it be described as anything but miserable?

Sighing, Rimuru pulled his body back and sat on the sofa by the window, looking at Liddell as he asked: "The intruder... were they caught?"

Due to the shock to his state of mind, his voice inevitably carried a hint of hoarseness and a subtle tremor, which Liddell keenly noticed. She frowned slightly, dismissed the guards who looked like servants, turned her head, and said: "They were a professional. Excluding the possibility of the Church, it might be a professional assassin targeting mages... Your condition seems very poor. Are you injured?"

After speaking, she added suddenly: "Then again, if you were fine, the other party wouldn't have retreated so easily—"

"I should be fine." Rimuru shook his head, quickly prioritizing the recall of Liddell's memories, wanting to clarify his relationship with her.

Fragmented memories surged through his mind, and what shocked Rimuru most was that his predecessor seemed to have had a deep connection and history with this girl named Liddell. It wasn't a matter of romance or affection, but rather that she simply occupied a significant portion of the memories he possessed.

A friend—a friend who could be trusted absolutely.

This was the most profound impression in Rimuru's subconscious.

Whew, good. It seems that upon arriving in this world, my first ally NPC is Liddell...

"I just don't understand why someone would want to kill me."

While Rimuru tried to use this question to gauge his situation, he pondered:

Perhaps I should quickly sort out my status and interpersonal relationships in this world. At the very least, I need to ensure my own safety first.

From the moment he woke up until now, it had been fifteen minutes at most. Such a sudden situation, combined with the unease of arriving in the Type-Moon world, gave Rimuru a sense of urgent pressure.

The memory fragments in his mind were supposed to be a tutorial, right? But to jump straight into a scripted death without even letting him see the tutorial—isn't that going a bit too far?

If it weren't for Rimuru's innate talent allowing him to be immune to such firearm attacks, an ordinary mage wouldn't have been able to withstand the power of that armor-piercing sniper round and would have just hit GG, right?

"The Dean's summons has made you a thorn in many people's sides," Liddell said after a moment of silence. "In fact, many speculate that if this meeting goes without incident, the next time you see the Dean, it will be at the faculty meeting."

"Huh?"

Rimuru was slightly stunned, his beautiful face filled with confusion.

Although you said a lot, I really don't understand a word of it!

"In any case, the Achelotte family will support you, so don't worry." Liddell gritted her teeth slightly, stood up, and said, "I still have some things to handle. You should rest for a while."

"...Yeah."

That was fine; it would give him time to sort through the memories in his mind.

Although he wanted to learn more from Liddell, he clearly wouldn't be able to understand anything even if he asked, and he might even give himself away since he didn't even know the most basic circumstances.

Seriously, I should have just pretended to be successfully attacked, suffered heavy injuries, and lost my memory...

After seeing off Liddell, who still looked worried and seemed to have more to say, Jiang Rui closed the door and took a deep breath.

"She's out?"

By the door on the first floor, under the stairs, a blonde man leaned against the wall and lazily raised his eyes. "Is he alright, that guy?"

"What could possibly be wrong with him?" Liddell crossed her arms, her expression indifferent as she walked straight ahead. "What's the reaction from Yuri Phis?"

"If Rimuru becomes a full professor, he will likely be seen as part of the Achelotte family faction... That's not good news for them."

"Well, don't always think of that old man Yuri Phis as so evil," the blonde man said with a chuckle. "However, if Rimuru really becomes a professor, doesn't that mean—the deck is going to be reshuffled?"

"Yes," Liddell nodded slightly. "The incident ten years ago has already earned him enough prestige; all that's lacking is the judgment of the Mage's Association."

"And his own admission..."

"..." The blonde man lowered his head, pondering for a moment before saying gravely, "Can you ensure he will move on from the destruction of his family?"

"I can." Upon hearing the word "family," Liddell's hands tightened, and she stated with certainty, "Support him, Tes. Trust me."

"Hmm... You have to realize that if my family supports him, it's equivalent to sending a very bad signal to Yuri Phis," Tes brushed his hair back, helpless. "And with such a huge risk, if you can't provide a reason, I won't be able to convince the other members of the family, like the old man."

"The Dean is meeting with him tomorrow. I think... it's time for him to explain why, after fourteen years, he still looks like that same youth, isn't it?"

"Tsk." Tes blinked in a daze for a moment, then suddenly spat, "Fine. Gaiusling is willing to be an ally to Achelotte, but only on this one matter."

If that guy admits that he, too, has peered into the Root—then he truly has the qualifications to become a Lord.

Liddell's mood finally improved for once, and she curled her lips. "You won't be disappointed. The Department of Zoology and the Department of Botany have always been one family."

The Clock Tower has three major ideologies. The first is Aristocraticism, which prioritizes the interests of the noble group, advocating that "mage resources should be prioritized for noble descendants who use generational inheritance as their capital."

The second is Democraticism, which ensures the interests of the majority of mages and the mage group as a whole. It appears selfless and noble, but in reality, it is also driven by self-interest, advocating that "commoner mages with talent should be better cared for, and the overall hierarchy should not be solidified; those with ability should be allowed to stand out."

Then there is the Neutral faction, full of contradictions, constant infighting, and what is known as the "hundred schools of thought contending."

However, although they share a consistent direction and essence, even within the noble families, there are many smaller factions regarding how they handle things.

For example... the Yuri Phis faction, which views all ordinary people as tools, disdains interfering with secular Muggles, and at the same time, extremely promotes the theory of inheritance.

Liddell's family, the Achelotte faction, is the exact opposite. Having started in the industrial age relying on coal, they were capitalists from the beginning and quite fond of interfering in secular government affairs and even other capital forces. Not only are they skilled at manipulating media and economics, but they have even dabbled in the British military forces themselves.

Although they stand within Aristocraticism, they are a new-age faction completely different from the conservatives. However, while their ideological form aligns with modern thinking, they are essentially a group that prioritizes their own interests and the interests of the nobility. Therefore, when it comes to the lives of ordinary people or even commoner mages, they couldn't care less; they are thorough, traditional mages.

Looking at it this way, there aren't many good things among these families...

Inside the room, Rimuru, who was pondering the same question, sighed softly. He buried his head in the bed and rolled around unhappily. Why did I come to this world, ahhhhh!!

With the help of the Great Sage, Rimuru finally sorted out his background, but this god-awful resume only made him feel a phantom, cooling ache in his crotch.

The Great Sage was a true "wise helper" and a great assistant; it could even turn his inner consciousness into a memory palace, integrating all the memory fragments into a library-like existence for him to browse.

Because of this, after Rimuru finished reading, he only wanted to know why he hadn't lost his memory!

His name is Rimuru Tempest, currently a lecturer at the Clock Tower, honest and law-abiding.

It was a soul transmigration—ah, no, strictly speaking, he was a soul transmigrator, but his predecessor was a genuine, born-and-bred local. Although Rimuru was also puzzled as to why a slime would crash into the Type-Moon world and become a prestigious clan, only to fall into the tragic state of being the last one left after more than a dozen generations of inheritance.

But the truth was, before he arrived in this world, this guy named Rimuru hadn't activated any slime panel of a cute king; he was just a standard, conventional magus—

To say he was conventional, however, wouldn't be quite right.

Because aside from being a genius magus with attributes of water and imaginary numbers, and possessing a terrifying 173 Magic Circuits in his family line, this guy's life history was a bit problematic.

"Can someone tell me why I'm the childhood friend of Liddell and Kuonji Alice?"

Hiss! If it weren't for the fact that his predecessor's memories contained no signs of foresight, and that the Entpeste family had been on good terms with Achelotte since ancient times, he would have even suspected that he had transmigrated into the body of another transmigrator.

The timing of this was just too perfect!

What shocked Rimuru even more was that he was actually a participant in Walpurgisnacht—

If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't a witch, I'm afraid that back then, in addition to the Witch of Fairy Tales and the Witch of Coal, there would have been a Witch of Water, Rimuru, circulating among the rumors...

Powerful strength, and fame.

This starting point was practically invincible, so why was he still just a lowly lecturer?

Rimuru was somewhat puzzled, but he couldn't find a single shred of memory regarding this aspect, so he could only attribute it to his predecessor's aloof and indifferent personality.

"A Color-ranked magus who rejected the title of being called one of the Blue Twins alongside Aozaki Aoko, and arbitrarily changed his color to black..."

Tsk, if it weren't for the protection of two great witch families, plus Aozaki Aoko, the other Magician, taking the heat, his actions would likely have earned him a Sealing Designation.

But even so, the outside world still referred to him as the "Blue Lecturer" and the "Fairy Tale Lord."

The latter was simply because for over a decade, he had been falling alone into the abyss of his family's destruction, avoiding social interaction and interests, acting like a lonely lord who refused to grow up.

Yes, he wouldn't grow up.

Rimuru stretched out his small hand and gently touched his slightly youthful skin; it was smooth, fair, and like that of a young girl, but this was indeed the panel and normal state that Rimuru should possess—

Well, regardless of anything else, with his supreme reputation, strength, and status, he seemed to have inherited a pretty good starting environment—

However... Rimuru rolled around a few times, looking at his faint reflection on the window with a face full of gloom, his heart filled with worry.