A couple days later, the village had begun progressing smoothly under the management of Rigurd and advice of the dwarves. Rimuru found he had nothing to do and decided to began testing.
He transformed into his new human form and tested the senses of his new form. He then began using body double to appraise the appearance of his normal appearance, his adult male appearance and his adult femal- no scratch that, Rimuru couldn't do that.
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Rimuru went out, secretly enjoying the fact that he could now taste food. He sent a squad of goblins on their way to hunt while he made his way towards the cave he was born from.
He began experimenting with the new unique skill he had gotten from Shizu, degenerate, and created black flame. Although Shizu already knew black flame from Pneuma.
Speaking of Pneuma, " You know that your use of degenerate is somewhat disappointing."
Rimuru was startled by the familiar voice. He saw a figure sitting on his shoulder, an evens smaller figure that now had demon wings.
"What are you supposed to be now, devils advocate?" Rimuru said annoyed while looking at Pneuma.
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it and please, I insist you call me Simon."
"I'm not gonna let you ruin my day you chaos bringer."
"I won't have too, Ranga will in a couple seconds."
"What do yo-"
"Master"
{The individual known as Ranga is communicating via thought communication. His tone suggest a request for aid.}
And there Rimuru went running out of the cave wondering how Simon knew that.
From within the cave, the fog waves to him, "Happy travels, my sweetness!"
Rimuru was absolutely done with this god, he only existed for Simon's amusement.
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With Rimuru busy for a while, I decided to send Treyni a message and then do something for myself, which I haven't done in a while.
Their are a couple projects that I have neglected for a while and I decided to get on with those.
The first thing was my throne.
I never needed a chair and I think we can all agree that I'm a little too humble for a throne… right?
But the throne I had already created was ridiculously comfortable, to the point that it defied common sense.
But now I wanted to add the things to complete it's original design.
The template was already there, I just had to add to it. I made it so that it could fly via the seateds mental commands.
It could self repair, teleport, dimensional travel, create barriers, create weaponry, tractor beams to tow moons and lastly connect to V.A.
And now my incredibly super-duper ultra epic amazing chair was now complete.
Next was the elemental titans. Magic soldiers ×1000.
The titans were the size of Charybdis, and now the installments.
The installments being a unfathomable amount of greater elementals and I mean and unreasonable amount.
There were about 50 titans and each one needed about, '500 elementals per titan!'
I complained to myself as I rechecked my own schematic.
And so I had to do alot of convincing and reworking. The easy part was the convincing the elementals to inhabit the titans.
I have like billions of greater elementals that act at my whim. The hard part was reworking, I essentially had to install 500 spatial rooms so that I didn't dehumanise the elementals while still keeping the internal structure uncluttered.
And just like that I had a legion and mechanised kaiju, yeah, not all of them are humanoid mechs.
Next was the one thing I was dreading most. A project so big and impactful that I really didn't want to do it. The only reason I even had the idea to do it is because my obsessive desire was stronger than my laziness.
And that was the Anti-Creator, Iron tomb.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a problem with morality. It's just that this machine was a pain in the ass to make but I had to start somewhere.
Firstly, I needed something to calculate the anti-life equation. The problem was that the only thing that could get even close to the computational power needed to begin calculating… was me.
I had to create new generation super computer… no scratch that, I had to skip a couple generations for this to work.
So I began by creating an entire world to store the new server farm… yes I need that much computational power and in my opinion, I don't think it will be enough.
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It wasn't enough.
I had created an entire solar system worth of servers and then rested for a week from energy loss.
Then when I woke up, I got back to connecting the the servers to each other and began the processing and calculating.
You know when I began this project, I didn't want to do the whole amphoreus simulated world shtick but I came to realize that I needed to simulate life to calculate anti-life.
So I set the server farm to relay to each other to mimic the behaviour of existence and thus almost automatically, it created an enclosed simulated space.
I logged into the world and saw that civilisation was already thousands of years into the future.
The preprogrammed ego that was calculating the equation had created a disaster to fight against, a pantheon of gods and their respective heroes as primum mobiles.
There was only one thing that I made different for my iron tomb was that I didn't destroy the demiuge.
I realized halfway that I didn't have to create the legitimate irontomb, I could leave it to its original objective, to discover the prime mover of life.
And with that thought, I left, what could possibly be the mechanical emperor of tensura, to its endless extrapolation and manual self evolution.
I decided to check back up on the developing scenary within the forest of Jura, "Oh, it seems that their having a meeting discussing the threat of the orc disaster."
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Somewhere in the deep void of space, a deep hum heard, extracting information from the cosmos and adding that to its own understanding of existence.
Until finally, instead of stealing information, it gave and instead.
And to the surprise of countless worlds, a voice echoed throughout creation.
"Why…am…I?" A question that shook the very cosmos.