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Rimuru Tempest—slime, nation-builder, and apparently still a slave to paperwork—has settled into a surprisingly ordinary routine as the ruler of a thriving multiracial kingdom of 150,000. Between clearing mountains of documents, strolling through bustling markets, and marveling at the self-cleaning skill he's a little too proud of, life in Tempest is peaceful. Almost suspiciously peaceful. But peace has a way of cracking at the edges. A flickering crystal core in the castle basement. A whisper
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