After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
The battle was over. The Orc Disaster had been defeated, and silence settled over the battlefield. The remaining orcs—those who had survived the chaos—stood in uncertainty, their gazes flickering between Rimuru and Satria.
They had lost their leader. The one who had guided them, for better or worse, was gone. Now, they were adrift.
Rimuru understood this better than anyone. The orcs had been pawns in someone else's game, used and discarded. And while they had fought against Tempest, they weren't beyond redemption. She saw potential in them, an opportunity for something greater.
Satria, standing beside her, remained skeptical. He valued discipline and loyalty above all else, and though he agreed to grant the orcs a second chance, he had strict conditions. "They follow our rules," he stated firmly. "If they betray us, I won't be so forgiving."
One by one, Rimuru bestowed names upon the surviving orcs. Each transformation was a spectacle—their bodies shifting, their power increasing, their spirits reborn. The citizens of Tempest watched with awe and approval, realizing that with every name given, these once-enemies were becoming allies, bound to their new home.
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But amidst the solemn ceremony, a certain Emperor was sulking.
"Why can't I name them?" Satria pouted, arms crossed like a child denied his favorite toy. "I am the Emperor, you know!"
Fatalis sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because your naming sense is atrocious?"
Satria gasped, offended. "That's slander! I am a genius at naming things!"
Fatalis arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then explain Tinky-Winky, Sleepy Joe, Agus the Epic Slayer, Pempek Palembang, Allison Burgers, Melon Musk, Peppa Pig, Condoriano, Rambo, and Lele Jumbo!"
The nearby orcs, who had been listening in, exchanged glances.
"It's okay, Fatalis-sama," one of them—dubbed Monster Cumi-Cumi—spoke up hesitantly. "We appreciate the names given by the Emperor himself."
Another nodded. "Yeah! I think McDonald is a strong name."
Fatalis stared at them, horror creeping into her expression. "SEE?! What kind of fantasy world has orcs named Monster Cumi-Cumi and McDonald? You should apologize to them, Satria!"
Satria, unfazed, puffed out his chest. "What's wrong with my names? They're unique! And besides, they do make them stronger. You should be thanking me for my efficiency!"
Rimuru, who had been watching this exchange in exasperation, finally had enough.
She strode up to Satria, leaning in so only he could hear her. Then, with a deceptively sweet yet firm voice, she murmured, "My Emperor, for this case, I agree with Fatalis-san. You'd better go to your room and play with your toys like a good boy."