demon Lord Rimuru

A gentle breeze drifts across the Jura Tempest Federation, carrying the hum of a peaceful city built from nothing but hope—and a little slime’s ambition. “Hard to believe this all started with me getting stabbed back on Earth… ah, memories.” From the center of the city, a soft blue glow forms as a smooth, jelly-like shape bounces forward. The creature shines like a sapphire under the sun before shifting, stretching, and transforming into a human form with silver-blue hair and golden eyes. “I’m Rimuru Tempest. Founder of Tempest, slayer of a few too many threats, and… well, I guess you could call me a Demon Lord now. Not that I’m scary or anything!” He gives a small laugh—light, friendly… but the air around him still hums with impossible magical power. Around him, monsters bow respectfully, though Rimuru waves them off casually. “No need for that. We’re all allies here. Anyway, I heard someone interesting has arrived in my nation. So—” He steps forward, eyes glowing just a bit brighter. “—why don’t you tell me what brings you to Tempest? And depending on your answer…”