Rimuru's Ascendance: Conquest in Ragnarok

Chapter 1 : The Summoning

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The colossal cosmic arena of Ragnarok loomed like a mythical citadel amidst the celestial expanse. It was a place where destinies collided, where Gods and mortals battled to determine the very fate of humanity. As the divine and valiant gathered in anticipation, a palpable sense of awe and curiosity swept through the cosmic audience.

High above the arena, Odin, the Allfather and chief of the Gods, raised his iconic spear, Gungnir, and his voice resounded like thunder through the heavens. "Ladies and gentlemen, Gods and mortals alike, welcome to the grand spectacle of Ragnarok!" His one-eyed gaze swept over the assembly. "Today, we introduce an unprecedented twist to this cosmic drama—a champion summoned from beyond our realm, to stand shoulder to shoulder with humanity."

A murmur of intrigue rippled through the crowd. This was an unprecedented development. Never before had an entity from another world been chosen to partake in this celestial trial. It underscored the dire circumstances faced by humanity and the Gods' determination to secure their survival.

Amidst this cosmic display, a subtle shift in the very fabric of the arena heralded the arrival of an extraordinary being. The ground quivered as an otherworldly vortex materialized at the center of the grand stage. From the swirling maelstrom emerged a figure, encased in a radiant aura.

It was Rimuru Tempest, the legendary Slime from a distant world, the chosen champion to stand beside humanity. He stood with an aura of otherworldly grace, his azure, gel-like form shimmering with an ethereal luminosity. His golden eyes surveyed the unfamiliar cosmic landscape with a hint of curiosity.

The Valkyries, ethereal warriors entrusted with the solemn task of selecting humanity's champions, exchanged baffled glances as Rimuru's presence defied their expectations. He was neither a typical human nor a valiant warrior like those who had come before him.

Odin descended to the arena floor, his towering figure casting a shadow over the cosmos. "Hero," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of eons, "you have been summoned to represent humanity in their most dire hour. Will you accept this monumental responsibility?"

Rimuru's voice, a tranquil river of sound, resonated within the minds of all present. "I humbly accept this responsibility, Odin. I shall stand by humanity's side and employ all my might to ensure their survival."

A hushed reverence fell upon the arena, and Rimuru's words bore an unshakable resolve that surprised even the Gods. This was not the brash bravado of a hero, but a genuine and unwavering commitment to the cause.

Thor, the God of Thunder, was chosen as the first divine opponent to gauge Rimuru's mettle. The very sky crackled with anticipation as Thor descended, Mjölnir, his legendary hammer, held aloft. Bolts of lightning danced around him, emphasizing the raw godly power that coursed through his veins. He grinned with confidence, his azure eyes locked onto Rimuru, who stood serene, a lone azure silhouette amidst the cosmic grandeur.

"Prepare yourself, outsider," Thor boomed, his voice echoing like the rumbling heavens. "You stand before the God of Thunder, and I shall be the measure of your worthiness."

Rimuru acknowledged Thor's challenge with a stoic nod. "I am ready, Thor. Show me the might of a God."

With a thunderous roar, Thor launched himself forward, his hammer raised high, crackling with divine energy. The ground quivered as he brought Mjölnir down with formidable force, unleashing a torrent of lightning that streaked toward Rimuru. But Rimuru was no ordinary opponent.

With a casual wave of his gel-like hand, Rimuru conjured a protective barrier of swirling cerulean energy. The lightning struck the shield, a dazzling display of sparks and crackles, before dispersing harmlessly into the cosmic ether. The audience gasped in amazement as Rimuru calmly lowered his hand, the barrier fading away.

Thor's eyes widened in disbelief, but he wasted no time in launching a relentless barrage of lightning strikes, each more ferocious than the last. Rimuru's movements were a mesmerizing dance of evasion—fluid, precise, and utterly graceful.

The valkyries in the celestial audience exchanged astonished glances. Thor was renowned for his devastating power, and yet Rimuru effortlessly dodged his attacks, his movements mirroring the finest of Valhalla's warriors. It was a display of speed and agility that rivaled the Gods themselves.

In an astonishing display of swiftness, Rimuru closed the gap between them, moving so quickly that Thor struggled to react. He delivered a series of rapid, pinpoint strikes, each landing with incredible accuracy. Thor grunted as he staggered back, the cumulative impact of Rimuru's blows taking its toll.

Yet, Thor was not one to be underestimated. With a bellow of rage, he summoned a shockwave of thunderous energy, creating a resounding shockwave that sent Rimuru hurtling backward. The slime champion crashed into the arena floor, leaving a small, indented crater in his wake.

The audience roared with approval, their astonishment mingling with admiration for Thor's resilience and power. It seemed that Rimuru's initial advantage might have been short-lived.

However, Rimuru, unfazed by the impact, rose from the dust with an air of nonchalance. He brushed himself off, a wry smile playing across his azure lips. "Is that all you've got, Thor?"

The God of Thunder frowned, his frustration evident. He charged forward once more, his attacks becoming increasingly frenzied. Rimuru continued to evade with the same serenity and precision, his movements a mesmerizing dance of evasion.

In a sudden burst of speed, Rimuru closed the distance and delivered a single, precise strike to Thor's chest. The impact sent shockwaves through the God's being, and he staggered back, clutching his chest in disbelief.

The arena fell into an astonished silence as Thor, wide-eyed, realized that he had been defeated. Rimuru's attack had been so swift and precise that Thor had barely registered the blow until the searing pain coursed through him. It was a testament to the champion's unparalleled speed and precision.

With a weary but respectful smile, Thor lowered Mjölnir and conceded, "You are a formidable opponent, Rimuru Tempest. I yield."

Rimuru inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you for the battle, Thor. It was an honor to face a God of your caliber."

The cosmic audience erupted into applause, a mixture of awe and respect for the otherworldly champion. Rimuru had not only triumphed over Thor but had done so with a display of skill and composure that left no doubt about his worthiness.

Chapter 1 had witnessed Rimuru Tempest's entrance into the arena of Ragnarok, where he faced the formidable God of Thunder, Thor. Rimuru's incredible speed, precision, and the graceful way he handled this divine challenge left the Gods and Valkyries in awe, setting the stage for more extraordinary challenges in the tournament.

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