Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru!

The destruction of the family was undoubtedly fueled by conspiracy theories and the backstabbing, opportunistic nature of the internal factions within the Clock Tower.

Recently, there have even been rumors that he might become a formal professor. More importantly, once he embarks on the path to becoming a formal professor, it means that the seat that belonged to their Tempest family years ago could very well be reclaimed by him!

The seat of a Lord!

And as of now, the seats of the Lords are all filled!

What does that imply? It means he would inevitably have to pick one of the current twelve Lords as an opponent and take them down.

Even if he didn't want to fight for it, others would come to target him. Some things aren't as simple as just saying you don't want them...

Furthermore, for years, speculation regarding why he stopped growing has never ceased. Kuonji Alice and Liddell have remained in the appearance of seventeen-year-old girls, which is fine—one is a pure-blooded witch, and the other is a Lord of the Department of Plantology who possesses witch blood.

As everyone knows, the Department of Plantology specializes in witchcraft and potion alchemy, including the legendary potions for eternal youth!

Aozaki Aoko has also remained young, which is also fine—she obtained the world's greatest miracle, the magic that controls time. As a manipulator of time, is it really that excessive to remain young forever?

But you? On what grounds!!

However, Rimuru is actually quite helpless! Quite desperate! He also wants to ask, on what grounds!!

Who the hell doesn't want to grow taller? He wouldn't mind staying at seventeen or eighteen, but who can stand being stuck in the appearance of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old!

He has to look up to talk to everyone. A few years ago, when Aozaki Aoko came to the Clock Tower to shop and cause trouble, not only did she turn everything upside down, but she even patted his head!!

The two of them have never gotten along, okay!! Seeing Aozaki Aoko's arrogant demeanor, Rimuru can still feel the intense resentment from his predecessor in his memories! It was almost tangible!

But ultimately, those were just the thoughts of his predecessor. For him, who now only wants to go home, he doesn't really mind the height issue. But is it a bit much for the whole world to guess that he, like Aozaki Aoko, has obtained magic?

The whole world is trying to harm me!!

It's no wonder his predecessor kept such a low profile all these years and achieved nothing. Being watched by so many malicious or speculative gazes must have been incredibly stressful.

Right, I must also clarify the relationship between my current self, my predecessor, and the Rimuru template.

Was my predecessor murdered, and I inherited his body... or was I a transmigrator all along, and I've only just awakened the memories of my past life?

But regardless, this slime appearance and these abilities shouldn't exist in this world—

And the most, most important thing!! That is—

How can I return to Earth!!

Damn it! I want to go home!!!!

After spending an entire night figuring out his current situation, Rimuru pondered over the matters he needed to pay attention to and the possibility of returning home.

Of course, in the end, he wisely chose not to dwell on the meeting Liddell mentioned... The waters of the Clock Tower are, to be honest, truly deep...

As of now, the two things he cares about most are his abilities and his goals.

The next morning, after Rimuru yawned and received breakfast delivered by the bodyguards of the Achelotte family, he ate the seafood chowder that had a distinct Western flavor, dipped a breadstick directly into it, and yawned as he looked out the window—

Ever since he was assassinated at the hotel, he had been taken by Miss Liddell to stay temporarily in her Academic City. Although it was a bit far from the British Museum area where the Clock Tower was located, it was safe. Unable to refuse her kindness, Rimuru felt he did indeed need a couple of quiet days, so after thanking the familiars of the various Lords, he agreed.

Every Lord has their own Academic City. This Academic City is not the one legendary for being on par with Fuyuki City and Tenkai City, known as one of the three safest cities in Japan. At least, there is no Railgun here...

Compared to the dilapidated and Western-style Academic City of the Department of Modern Magecraft that would be inherited by the Princess in the future, the style of Liddell's Academic City was exceptionally flamboyant. Its high level of modernization and industrial operation made the steel skyscrapers look even more exaggerated than the London center of the current era...

Overall, it could be summed up in two words: wealthy!

However, one has to admit that although the level of construction in the Academic City has a lot to do with the funding allocated by the Mage's Association, as a Lord of the Department of Plantology who is extremely skilled in refining potions, Liddell might not be the wealthiest Lord, but raising a free-loading slime... is definitely not a problem.

After generally admiring the urban scenery of Liddell's city, and before that black-bellied pink-haired girl who tried to sneak into his room last night and failed could arrive, Rimuru calmed his mind and began to think quietly.

The fragrant white soft bread slowly softened in the thick soup. The sweet aroma mixed with the scent of seafood hit Rimuru's taste buds. Amidst this, Rimuru remained unmoved, examining the patterns on his arms.

173 Magic Circuits... He gently touched his arm. 57 of them were of the permanent type, while the other 116 remained in a hidden state year-round. This caused Rimuru a moment of confusion. Why?

To hide his talent?

But there was no need for that. Although Magic Circuits determine the speed and complexity of the magical energy flow that can be operated simultaneously, having too many Magic Circuits can show a mage's achievements to a certain extent, but it is not absolute—because Magic Circuits are not Magic Crests, which determine the types, quantity, and knowledge of the magecraft you inherit.

Moreover, Magic Circuits cannot be plundered like Magic Crests, so logically, there was no need to hide them.

Therefore, Rimuru was more inclined to believe that it wasn't about hiding, but rather that they weren't being used.

Yes, not being used.

Aozaki Touko has over 30 Magic Circuits, and Emiya Shirou only has 27, yet that was enough to achieve a monster like Archer. Having too many Magic Circuits at best only shows that Rimuru's body has a high ceiling, but it cannot directly boost his strength.

After all, if you really say it's a lot... in Rimuru's view, 173 really isn't that many.

Considering that Emiya Shirou's magecraft rank is only C, and Kuonji Alice, who has A++ rank Magic Circuits, has them covering every part of her body, even engraved into her bones and internal organs... he is at best a scrub with a comprehensive magecraft rank of around A!

The inheritance of the Magic Crest was fine. A large amount of water-based magecraft combined with imaginary number magecraft allowed Rimuru to master the application of ice, mist, and some conceptual magecraft.

Overall, there was nothing particularly special. No broken magecraft system, no specialized Magic Circuits, and no unique magecraft lineage inheritance...

In the end, Rimuru could only describe it as an unpolished gem that had never been seriously developed.

But that's fine. It is precisely because of his predecessor's laziness that I can try my best to shape this body into something that suits me...

Rimuru pondered for a while and decided to ask the Great Sage.

"Did the imaginary number attribute and water attribute really not get affected by my own talent?"

"Notification: None, though the possibility of irrational magic mutations occurring after receiving talent enhancements cannot be ruled out."

Is that so.

Rimuru nodded. The reason he wasn't in a hurry was due to the innate talents brought about by the awakening of the Rimuru template.

Racial talents of a Slime, such as Split, Mimicry, and Super Speed Regeneration.

Template-exclusive bonuses like Physical Immunity and Lightning Resistance, as well as the rapid learning ability granted by Great Sage—

And most importantly...

Predation, and then Evolution!

"A self-destructive type of ability; if one sinks too deep, they will be dominated by greed and power."

Rimuru took a deep breath. He didn't want to become a madman who couldn't help but want to eat anyone he saw with a good ability. At the very least, compared to a messy, jack-of-all-trades path, he preferred something like the thick soup made by the five-star chef on the table in front of him.

After condensing the ultimate essence, the unique flavors of the seafood were highlighted.

Find a path that suits oneself, and then walk it. And this path, for the moment, was the only one Rimuru could think of... that is, the Space attribute.

Wanting to go home, how to tear through space and find the coordinates of his own world was a path he could not avoid no matter what.

If possible, his ideal starting target was Zelretch... well, one could also say it was his ultimate goal.

"Great Sage, if I fall into the Root, can you pull me back?"

"Notification: Unknown, but if given enough time, you will one day be able to devour it."

"Enough time..."

Rimuru narrowed his eyes. His golden pupils gazed through the swirling steam, somewhat lost in thought...

Suddenly, with a bang, the door was swung open by a pink-haired silhouette in high spirits: "Rimuru, how was your rest?"

"Uh..." The blue-haired ball of fluff, caught in deep thought, was interrupted by the other party. He turned back helplessly and said softly: "Couldn't you have knocked first? What if I was doing something inconvenient in here?"

"Hm? Inconvenient?" Liddell stood on her tiptoes, her pink ponytail swinging, and she excitedly poked her head into Rimuru's room to sniff the air... However, all that drifted into her nose was the faint scent of seafood chowder.

"Tch..."

"What's with that disappointed look..." Rimuru twitched his mouth: "Has my school assignment been decided yet?"

"It couldn't be that fast. It's only been one night; the meeting regarding your attack is only happening this afternoon." Liddell looked at the untouched breakfast in front of Rimuru and frowned slightly: "It's all cold... not to your taste?"

"I was just thinking about some things." Rimuru glanced at the breakfast and picked up a soup spoon, preparing to eat, but Liddell immediately called the guards at the door and snatched the plate right out of Rimuru's hands!

"???"

My breakfast!!!

"It doesn't taste good when it's cold. I'll have them make you another portion." Liddell looked at Rimuru's suddenly stunned expression and burst into a giggle: "What do you want to eat? I'll have them make it for you."

"?" Rimuru was taken aback by this, revealing a mischievous smirk: "You said so?"

"Yeah, I said so!"

"Then... give me a serving of Chinese-style fried dough sticks and freshly ground egg-milk thick soup?"

"What?" Liddell was confused.

"And add a serving of Sicilian-style thin noodles wrapped in egg and chive rolls?"

"Oh... make sure it's eight-tenths cooked!"

"..." Liddell forced herself to stay calm, nodded, pondered for a moment, and looked at her subordinates: "Did you get that?"

Black-clad men: "???"

Chapter 005, The First Meeting with Lord Kayneth

In the afternoon, Rimuru stepped out of his room feeling refreshed, preparing to head to the Clock Tower for the afternoon meeting. Do not misunderstand; Liddell was indeed going to participate in the council, but Rimuru was only going as the victim to be on record, in case there was anything unclear that required his cooperation...

Strictly speaking, he couldn't even enter the main door of the conference room.

Regarding this, Rimuru had no complaints. After all, with his current status, he was ultimately nothing more than an unofficial lecturer.

A lecturer who didn't even have his own room and had to stay in a hotel on the outskirts of the Clock Tower.

At the Clock Tower, lecturer and professor were completely different positions, with statuses that were worlds apart. This was the point that had puzzled Rimuru the most at the beginning. You are a survivor of a great family; even if you wanted to stay away from power struggles... you shouldn't have ended up as a mere lecturer, right?!

At the very least, he should be called a Blue Professor, not a Blue Lecturer!!

A lecturer with a color-coded title?! That is just absurd!!

If Rimuru had been the one to receive this treatment here before, he might have just dropped a line saying "to hell with this broken Clock Tower, I'm leaving," and walked out without a second thought. But as it turned out, according to Liddell's later words, he learned... it wasn't that the Dean wouldn't give him a position, but that his predecessor had stubbornly refused it...

Therefore, when Liddell learned that Rimuru was finally willing to accept a professorship this time, she had been so happy she couldn't sleep all night, leading to the next morning... where she made things difficult for the kitchen staff all morning.

The place where Rimuru and Liddell stayed belonged to her private research building at the academy, which could also be considered the territory of the Achelotte family at the Clock Tower. The overall structure was less like an academic building and more like a hotel, which led to the fact that when everyone passed through the dining hall, Rimuru felt the palpable resentment of those head chefs...

This made Rimuru shrink his neck. It was just soy milk, fried dough sticks, and chive pockets, wasn't it?

You guys are five-star chefs who don't know how to make them, and even after learning for a long time, you still can't make them taste good—I haven't even complained about you yet!!

Liddell, however, didn't care at all. After all, Rimuru had pointed out a deficiency to her family's chefs: they didn't know much about Chinese cuisine.

Hmm... Rimuru likes to eat Chinese food; that's something to keep in mind.

After Liddell went downstairs, she brandished the pink Lamborghini's car keys, unlocked the door, ignited the engine, and reversed in one fluid motion, then pulled up stylishly in front of Rimuru and popped the rear gull-wing door open, giving Rimuru a strange illusion.

It felt as if he weren't living in 1980s London, but rather in a 20th century where magic didn't exist at all.

"I wanted to ask yesterday, aren't most mages technological illiterates?"

Rimuru sat in the passenger seat, cautiously watching the passing traffic outside the window; once they had passed the barrier concealing Academic City, they had completely merged into the surface world of London.

But it wasn't the car that surprised him; after all, the standard of living in developed countries in the late eighties wasn't vastly different from the present day, and if you set aside the modern information explosion, lifestyles and objects had actually entered a period of slow stagnation.

The only change was the hardware infrastructure, which was being rapidly phased out and replaced due to the progress of the era.

What actually surprised him was that Liddell... could drive?!

And judging by the way she high-profiledly overtook and sped from time to time... she seemed quite skilled at it!

"So, just how long have you not been paying attention to me? Hmm?" Hearing this question, Liddell was clearly quite dissatisfied: "I'm supposed to be the closest friend by your side, right?"

Faced with such a lethal question, Rimuru wisely chose not to speak--

"Sigh." For some reason, Liddell felt that although Rimuru had become much more cheerful in his emotions and dealings after being attacked, as if he had suddenly become enlightened, he... also seemed to have become much more slick, and she didn't know if that was good or bad.

"Not all mages reject technology, though most traditional mages don't really like modern electrical appliances." Liddell didn't explain in great detail, only mentioning it briefly: "Our Achelotte family at least owns shares in most companies in the surface world, so we pay some attention to it."

This one sentence left Rimuru speechless in the car for a full ten minutes--

He suddenly felt that even if he didn't go home... he could probably live a pretty good life?!

Oh, this damn capitalist rich girl!

However, having said that, Rimuru's resolve remained unshaken; after all, the 25 years of familiarity, his family, and his way of life would all bring him a huge sense of disconnection and maladjustment in this world.

The students of Yumina, the monarch of the botanical department representing the Witch of Coal, were the first to spot the tall figure driving from afar and pulling into the parking lot.

At the same time, Rimuru, who got out of the car with her and was several heads shorter, immediately attracted everyone's attention.