" Notice, this Rimuru will be different than the original, he will be smarter, more cunning, not a pushover, he will make moves a little differently. Stay tuned "
A couple of years had passed since the grand tournament that reshaped the balance of the world. The nations, once embroiled in endless conflicts, now found themselves in a period of uneasy peace.
Wars had dwindled significantly as countries focused their resources on training and preparing for the next tournament set by Beerus, the enigmatic God of Destruction. The rules had changed, and every nation knew that brute strength alone wouldn't guarantee victory.
Beerus, ever the strategist, had turned some of the floors in Ramiris' Labyrinth into advanced training grounds. These floors, infused with challenging magical constructs and varying conditions, could be rented by nations or fighters seeking to hone their skills.
The labyrinth became a hub for growth and preparation, with even the most powerful warriors admitting it was the perfect place to test their limits. Beerus, though a deity of destruction, seemed to revel in the idea of creating a crucible where true strength could be forged.
But the God of Destruction had plans beyond the confines of the cardinal world. After years of observing its denizens, he grew curious about how fighters from his original universe would fare in this new realm.
He decided to return to his universe, albeit temporarily, to recruit new warriors for the next tournament. Beerus, being who he was, couldn't leave his post entirely unattended.
When Beerus was transported to the cardinal world, only his consciousness had been taken. His original body remained on his home planet, peacefully sleeping in stasis.
Veldanava, the Star King Dragon, had granted him a replica of his original feline form, allowing him to function as his usual self in this new world.
Now, as he planned his return, Beerus intended to leave a parallel existence of himself—an astral projection—to continue fulfilling his duties as the God of Destruction in the cardinal world. The logistics were complicated, but for a being like Beerus, it was nothing more than an inconvenience. Velzar and a few of his wives decided to accompany him, adding an extra layer of complexity to his preparations, but Beerus welcomed the company.
While Beerus schemed and the world prepared, events elsewhere began to unfold. In a distant, modern world, an ordinary man named Satoru Mikami faced an extraordinary and tragic moment.
Satoru Mikami was an average 37-year-old man living a mundane life. No family, no girlfriend—just work and occasional gatherings with friends. On this particular day, however, his life would change forever.
Satoru and a few colleagues were out for lunch, chatting and enjoying a rare break from their busy schedules. They laughed about old times, teased each other, and walked back to their office when the unthinkable happened.
A crazed man dashed toward them, wielding a knife. Before anyone could react, Satoru shoved his friend out of harm's way, taking the blade to his stomach.
As he collapsed, his body wracked with pain, his mind struggled to process what had just happened.
"Ugh… seriously? I got stabbed? What kind of lame death is this?" he muttered, clutching his stomach as blood seeped through his fingers.
Suddenly, a calm, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
Satoru's eyes widened in confusion. "What… what was that? Am I hearing things? Great, now I'm hallucinating while dying…"
The pain in his abdomen dulled slightly, and Satoru blinked in surprise. "Wait… the pain's fading? What the hell is going on?"
"Heat resistance? What are you talking about?!" Satoru coughed, his vision growing blurry.
"Predator…? Like some kind of monster? Is this some kind of weird fever dream?"
"Great Sage? Okay, what is this, an RPG? Did I unlock some achievement for dying or something?"
The voice continued, emotionless and methodical:
Satoru's mind reeled as his body grew colder. "What's with all these skills? I don't get it… am I actually dying?"
"A new world? What… what does that mean? Are you saying I'm gonna reincarnate or something?"
"Cardinal world…? Sounds like some fantasy novel," Satoru muttered, his voice weaker now. "Why me, though? I'm just… nobody special…"
Satoru's thoughts began to drift, the voice becoming distant. "Reincarnation, huh? Guess I don't have much of a choice… just… make it a good one, okay?"
When Satoru woke, he found himself surrounded by darkness. His senses felt strange—detached, yet oddly enhanced. He tried to move, but his body didn't feel the same.
"What… what is this? Where am I? Did I really die?" he muttered, his voice echoing.
"New form? What does that mean? And who are you?"
"Great Sage… so you're the voice from before. And I've reincarnated… what's my form?"
"A slime? Seriously? I went from being a boring office worker to… a blob?" Satoru groaned, his frustration evident.
Satoru sighed, resigning himself to his fate. "Fine… hit me with it."
And so, his journey began—an ordinary man reborn in an extraordinary world, armed with skills, resistances, and a burning curiosity to see what this new life had in store for him.
"NOTICE, the conversation with the VOTW is due to Beerus interference"