The city of Nyvaris glistened under the twin moons, its obsidian towers humming faintly with arcane energy. Within its crown—the towering Palace of Aetheron—an enormous divine veil hovered above the sky, showing the fierce battle between Rimuru Tempest, newly crowned king of Nyvaris, and the legendary Demon Lord Guy Crimson.
Unbeknownst to its citizens, this was not merely a reflection. It was Varvatos, the Supreme One, displaying the duel to the entire world.
The entire capital stood still.
From the common folk in the bustling markets to the high-ranking strategists in the war chambers, everyone turned their eyes toward the sky. But no place was more tense—more electric—than the inner sanctum of the palace itself.
Inside the grand obsidian chamber, rimmed with floating light-glyphs and lined with translucent ethereal crystals, stood the most loyal and powerful of Varvatos' subordinates—those who now served under Rimuru as their king.
A long silence hung in the room as each watched the projection in the center of the chamber, depicting Rimuru locked in a fast-paced, world-shattering exchange with Guy Crimson.
Benimaru, the blazing flame general of Nyvaris, clenched his fists, eyes blazing in disbelief and reverence.
"He's matching Guy Crimson. No… he's controlling the pace of the battle. That move just now—that was a spatial-pulse displacement combined with temporal acceleration. Who even thinks of that mid-combat?"
Beside him, Shion, gripping the hilt of her greatsword, leaned forward in awe. "Guy's the strongest of the ancient demon lords. But Rimuru-sama—our king—is fighting him like an equal. No, above equal."
Souei, kneeling in shadow, watched closely, his cold demeanor faltering ever so slightly. "This isn't instinct. It's clarity. He sees Guy's movements three steps ahead. His divine aura has synchronized with the World Pulse."
From a side bench, Gobta, jaw slack and eyes misting over, whispered, "I can't even understand what's happening anymore… I mean—wait, was that a reverse causality ripple?!"
Hakuro, the wise blade sage, stood with arms crossed. A single tear slid from the corner of his eye.
"He has become… something transcendent. He no longer fights with techniques. He fights with laws."
Ranga, eyes glowing, growled proudly. "Rimuru-sama is a king worthy of Varvatos-sama's trust. No—he's a king that defines what it means to rule."
Shuna, her hands clasped tightly, whispered a prayer beneath her breath, not out of fear, but pure reverence. "He carries the fate of Nyvaris on his shoulders. And he carries it like the heavens themselves."
From behind, a voice emerged—calm, measured, and crackling with divine authority.
"He exceeds expectation."
They turned. Veldora Tempest, the Chaos Dragon and guardian of Nyvaris, stood at the balcony entrance, his golden eyes narrowed as he watched the mirror's edge.
"This battle was not just for power," Veldora said, arms crossed. "It is a declaration."
Benimaru nodded. "A declaration to the world… that Rimuru-sama is no longer just a king. He is a symbol."
Down in the streets, the citizens were no less shaken.
Children looked up in awe as streaks of power exploded across the veil in the sky. Couples held hands tighter, vendors stopped mid-sale, and clerics fell to their knees.
"Did he just stop that infernal flame storm… with his gaze?!"
"That's our king!"
"No wonder Varvatos-sama chose him. He's a god among gods!"
The cheers began as whispers… and grew into roars.
"Rimuru-sama! Rimuru-sama! Rimuru-sama!"
In the heart of Ruberios, the grand cathedral's stained-glass windows shimmered with the ethereal light of the battle projected across the sky. Luminous Valentine, the enigmatic ruler of the Holy Empire and a True Demon Lord, stood motionless, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on the spectacle above.
"To think... the newly appointed King of Nyvaris can stand toe-to-toe with Guy Crimson," she murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Her attendants exchanged uneasy glances.
"Your Majesty, should we be concerned?" one dared to ask.
Luminous shook her head slowly. "No. But we must acknowledge that Varvatos does not bestow titles lightly. Rimuru's ascension is no mere formality."
Leon Cromwell, the Blonde Demon Lord, observed the battle with narrowed eyes.
"Rimuru Tempest... a name that will echo through history," he whispered.
His aide approached. "Shall we initiate diplomatic contact?"
Leon nodded. "Prepare the envoys. We must understand this new power."
In a dimly lit chamber, Yuuki Kagurazaka and the Harlequin Alliance watched the battle unfold.
"Rimuru's strength has surpassed all expectations," Yuuki remarked.
Laplace chuckled. "The game has changed. Time to adjust our strategies."
King Gazel Dwargo stood before his council, the battle's projection casting flickering lights across the chamber.
"Rimuru's power is undeniable," he declared. "We must strengthen our ties with Nyvaris."
His advisors murmured in agreement, the implications clear.
In the modest council hall of Blumund, officials and merchants gathered, eyes wide with awe.
"Who would have thought the King of Nyvaris possessed such might?" one exclaimed.
Another nodded. "We must reconsider our trade agreements. Aligning with Nyvaris could be beneficial."
Leaders from the allied nations convened, the battle's projection central to their meeting.
"Our alliance with Nyvaris just became our greatest asset," the Raja representative stated.
Filtwood's envoy added, "We must ensure we remain in Rimuru's good graces."
Siltrosso's leader concluded, "Agreed. Provoking Nyvaris is no longer an option."
Emperor Rudra sat in contemplation, Velgrynd at his side.
"Varvatos has chosen well," Rudra mused. "Rimuru's power is formidable."
Velgrynd nodded. "We must monitor Nyvaris closely. Their influence is growing."
In the royal chambers of Coleus, the king turned to his advisors.
"Strengthen our diplomatic channels with Nyvaris," he ordered. "We cannot afford to be on the wrong side of history."
Similarly, in Englassia, the council convened.
"Rimuru's display has shifted the balance of power," a council member noted. "We must adapt accordingly."
King Edmaris of Falmuth watched the battle with a mix of awe and apprehension.
"We have no ties to Nyvaris, yet their power is undeniable," he said. "We must tread carefully."
His court nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
In the observatories of Angelus and Ballachia, scholars and leaders alike studied the battle's projection.
"Rimuru Tempest's power defies logic," an Angelus scholar remarked.
A Ballachian leader responded, "It's clear that Nyvaris is now a central force in our world."
As the battle between Rimuru and Guy Crimson raged on, the world watched in unified astonishment. The implications of Rimuru's power rippled across nations, reshaping alliances and altering the geopolitical landscape.