Day Sixteen of Reincarnation as Rimuru

Under Rimuru’s persistent nagging, Morax finally agreed to keep the first reward that the slime requested. Of course, this reward could only be fulfilled when he had free time.

But now...

Surrounded by administrative affairs, Morax clearly had no time to stroll around the tribe with Rimuru in his arms.

“I still need to handle various accumulated matters. Rimuru, if you feel bored, you may leave on your own.”

Morax had already altered the permissions, fully opening the realm to Rimuru. The slime could freely come and go as he pleased.

Rimuru declined immediately. “No, no, I’ll stay here and keep you company while you work…”

He didn’t want to be carried around and squeezed by the cubs outside.

These little rascals were frighteningly mischievous. Not only would the slime be pulled back and forth, but he also had to constantly watch if these little ones were up to no good.

Rimuru had a particular culprit in mind—a little girl named Hu Xiaohua with plum blossom eyes. She seemed to be the leader of this little gang and was extraordinarily troublesome!

“That’s fine too.”

Morax had no objection to Rimuru’s choice to accompany him. After speaking, he immediately buried himself in the mountain of stone tablets piled on the desk.

Looking at the tablets Morax had brought, Rimuru began to visualize the towering piles of documents and sighed, “Tsk tsk, Morax, it’s not easy for you either…”

Morax was a god, but the workload would make even the most seasoned office worker in the previous life admit defeat.

This was clearly the harsh life of a struggling employee.

“Hm?”

The young god, concerned by Rimuru’s sympathy, looked up in confusion. “Why suddenly say that?”

Rimuru pointed to the tablets. “Look at you, a noble deity, yet still worrying about this and that for humans. It’s really amazing—completely different from the gods I imagined.”

In his impression, gods were lofty beings who required human worship.

But here in Teyvat, it was the opposite. Gods not only had to actively protect humans but also diligently work for them. Perhaps when civilization fully developed, they might need to gracefully abdicate to preserve themselves.

Truly an inversion of the natural order.

The handsome man sitting at the desk, having retracted his dragon horns to avoid Rimuru’s burning gaze, raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? But you clearly said earlier that I was just letting my people roam freely.”

Rimuru pouted in frustration. “That’s because I just arrived and didn’t understand anything yet!”

Besides, who knew that you gods preferred to let humans develop their civilization through effort rather than simply using divine power to improve their lives?

Honestly, are humans really worth such sacrifice?

When peace finally settles and war ceases, when people live in prosperity, can you bear the sudden swell of human ambition, now unleashed without threats to their lives?

Although unsure about the exact situation in Liyue in the game’s main storyline, Rimuru, once human himself, knew well the inherent flaws of humanity. Just look at the fate of the Monster Federation in the original work.

Human greed truly knows no bounds.

As they chatted, the pile of stone tablets before Morax visibly diminished.

“Is that so? It doesn’t matter.”

The man put down the last tablet, ending the first round of work. “There is plenty of time ahead. I believe, Rimuru, you will have enough opportunity to understand me, my people, and this world.”

Rimuru rolled lazily on the ground, indifferent. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll learn about it…”

“So, would you like to see the kind of work I handle? It might help you understand Tenko better,” Morax suggested.

“But work is definitely not for me!”

Seeing the man want to share his work, the slime, unwilling to become a corporate slave, rapidly backed away.

Always talking about his people is one thing, but now he wanted to drag Rimuru into the whirlpool of labor—Morax, you really are a devil!

Rimuru now had only one complaint:

Morax, don’t love me too much!

Pouting adorably, Rimuru looked angry, and at such moments, Morax often had the illusion that before him was not a monster but a flesh-and-blood human.

Perhaps that explained why he was unusually indulgent toward this slime.

A god always loves.

From the slime, Morax could already imagine the blue-haired boy puffing up his cheeks in anger. Suppressing a smile, he invited again, “Really, won’t you take a look? You might be surprised by what you find.”

“No, no, no! I’m allergic to work!”

Rimuru shook his head wildly, refusing while quickly slipping toward the exit of the realm.

“I—I just remembered an important matter I need to attend to. Morax, you continue your work, I’ll be off now!”

Fearing contamination by work, the slime had completely lost his reason and started babbling nonsense.

After Rimuru hurried away, a low, deep chuckle echoed faintly in the empty stone chamber.

“Heh, teasing this little guy occasionally is quite fun.”

Watching Rimuru’s hasty retreat, Morax’s lips curled slightly, his mood evidently lifted.

...

“Phew—finally out!”

Rimuru took a deep breath of fresh air outside the realm, completely relaxing. “Hehe, idleness really suits me best~”

Work and all that should be kept far away from this happy slime!!

Hmph, despicable Morax, trying to trick me into becoming a corporate slave! I swear I’ll secretly pluck the hair off your tail while you sleep!

You’ll be the first bald-tailed dragon in history, hahaha!

Bouncing down the mountain, Rimuru grumbled spitefully about revenge on Morax. Suddenly, he was drawn to a device glowing with a dim red light by the roadside.

“Huh? What’s this thing?” Rimuru tilted his head in puzzlement, feeling the object strangely familiar.

[Description: “Teleport Anchor” is an auxiliary device built along ley lines. It has existed since ancient times, but ordinary people cannot use it even if they see it. Usage: Must connect to the ley line to activate this anchor.]

Rimuru then recalled the purpose and origin of this strange device. “Isn’t this the teleportation device from the game? I didn’t expect people on Teyvat to know about it. I thought only players could see it…”

He circled the anchor. Since Teacher Raphael had explained the usage, maybe he could activate it?

Rimuru reached out eagerly toward the inactive dark red anchor.

[Prompt: Activate this anchor?]

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Of course! It’s a teleport device, an extra means of survival is always good!

As a clear, ethereal voice sounded, the dark red anchor shifted to a blue hue like the sky. A black map with only one lit point appeared in Rimuru’s mind.

“?”

“What’s this now?”

[Description: Map created based on memories flowing through the anchor and ley lines.]

“Whoa, isn’t this the game map!!” Rimuru wore an admiring expression. “Teacher Raphael can actually do this… superb!!”

[...Thank you for the compliment.]

“Hmm… but why is it all black? That really piques my curiosity!”

Having praised the Wise King, Rimuru stared at the pitch-black map, his innate obsessive-compulsive disorder reaching its peak.

“Alright! Let me set a small goal: before meeting Gui Zhong, I’ll activate all the anchors around Mount Tenko!”

Activating all anchors in this area should light up the nearby map!

But which anchor to activate first left Rimuru conflicted. He squatted, hesitating a moment. “Okay, decided, I’ll go this way first!”

The slime suddenly leapt up, happily rushing toward the northern anchor.

But fate had other plans. He hadn’t gone far when he unexpectedly ran into serious trouble.

[Alert: Multiple high-level elemental creatures approaching. Analysis—]

[Ah… Raphael-san, no need to analyze. These guys clearly look hostile towards me!]

Surrounded and encircled by passing celestial cranes and elk, Rimuru nervously shrank into a ball, trying to minimize his presence. “Arno, do you need something from me?”

“Slime?”

A celestial crane crowned in crimson, with white chest feathers and rock-colored wings, peered curiously. “And a talking slime at that. Can slimes even develop intelligence now?”

“Impossible. Slimes are the lowest-level elemental condensates; they can’t develop intelligence.”

The brown elk with giant horns looked on critically. “This is Tenko, Lord Morax’s territory. How can such a strange slime be here?!”

There must be something suspicious!

“No need for words. Let’s see.”

Another crane, blue and white, flowing like wind, appeared too lazy to converse. It immediately launched several wind spheres at Rimuru.

If this was a monster disguised as a slime, it wouldn’t be so easily killed.

“Eh???”

Suddenly attacked, Rimuru jumped in surprise. With his current strength, a few elemental wind attacks couldn’t harm him.

But being assaulted face-to-face while just walking around his home? Anyone would be annoyed.

“Hey, don’t think just because you’re fluffy and cute, I won’t get mad! Believe it or not, I’ll pluck all your feathers like I pluck Morax’s tail hair!”

Just stepped out and got hit, Rimuru was quite angry. He took the wind attacks, spat them back with a ‘ptooey ptooey ptooey.’

The crane’s pupils narrowed. Spreading wide wings, she blocked all counterattacks, no longer calm. “What did you say?!”

This slime actually dared to pluck Lord Morax’s tail hair?!

Nonsense!

“A mere monster, utterly unreasonable!!”

At these words, the three celestial beasts shifted from calm to fury, their immense pressure pressing down on Rimuru. Realizing what he had said, Rimuru shrank back in fright.

“Uh... let’s talk it out, okay? I was just joking! Believe me! Why would I hurt such a lovely tail? You all agree, right!!”

Knowing he was in the wrong and unwilling to fight Morax’s apparent subordinates, Rimuru dodged left and right, utterly embarrassed.

“??”

Lovely tail?!

This slime dared to speak so disrespectfully of Lord Morax?!

“You—you dare speak such frivolous nonsense!”

The three immortals appeared even angrier.

Rimuru wore a miserable face. “I said it was a joke…”

Oh no, he seemed to have angered them. No more careless talk from now on!

Wuwuwu, Teacher Raphael, what should I do now QAQ

[Alert: Solution—Immediately turn around and move directly south.]

[Turn around? Right! I can go find Morax!]

Rimuru found his savior, instantly radiating the light of rescue.

Taking advantage of the celestial beasts’ attack preparation, Rimuru dashed away at lightning speed. The previously activated anchor became his quick escape route.

His escape attempt was noticed, and behind him came three simultaneous shouts: “Coward, don’t run!”

Rimuru looked back and made a face. “Why should I wait to get beaten? I’m not a masochist!”

With that, he vanished on the spot, ignoring the three furious celestial beasts.

Teleporting back to the anchor, Rimuru ran toward Morax’s realm, shouting, “Help, Morax! Your adorable slime is about to be devoured by a bunch of fluffballs!!”

His cry pierced the sky, crashing directly into Morax’s mind just as the god stepped out of the realm, leaving the young demon god with a puzzled question mark.

A slime that can eat gods is about to be killed by fluffballs?

What kind of fluffballs are so powerful?

Did they come down from the floating island?