That night, Tempest held a grand feast in honor of the MC. The streets were filled with laughter, music, and the aroma of delicious food. It was a lively celebration, with various races—**hobgoblins, kijin, orcs, elves, and dragonoids—**coming together to enjoy the night.
The MC sat at a long banquet table beside Benimaru, his daughter (the demi-human lady he saved), the elven knight, and Rimuru.
Rimuru, casually munching on some grilled meat, grinned. "So? What do you think of Tempest's hospitality?"
The MC, still overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food and festivities, couldn't help but smile. "It's… amazing. I've never seen so many different races getting along like this."
Benimaru chuckled. "That's just how Tempest is. Lord Rimuru made sure of it."
His daughter smiled at the MC. "You should stay for a while. We could use more warriors like you!"
The MC scratched the back of his head. "Heh, I appreciate it. But I need to get stronger first."
Rimuru smirked. "Speaking of that… I've arranged for someone to train you starting tomorrow."
The MC froze. "Wait… who?"
As if on cue, a tall, elegant figure dressed in a black suit approached. His crimson eyes gleamed with excitement, and his aura alone sent chills down the MC's spine.
Diablo.
The Primordial Demon, one of Rimuru's most loyal subordinates, bowed gracefully. "Lord Rimuru, I am honored to take on this responsibility."** He then turned to the MC, his red eyes glowing.** "I shall personally train you until your skills evolve."
The MC gulped.
Rimuru patted his shoulder. "Good luck. Try not to die."
Training Under Diablo – The Birth of Aethernil
The next morning, the real hell began.
Diablo was a merciless instructor. He pushed the MC beyond his limits, forcing him to fight against impossible odds. Each day, the MC had to face high-tier monsters, dodge deadly magic, and learn how to efficiently use his abilities.
Every time he failed, Diablo smiled and made him do it again—only harder.
"Pain is the greatest teacher, after all." Diablo would say with a chuckle.
The MC trained relentlessly, and after weeks of hellish combat, his hard work bore fruit.
One day, during a brutal sparring match, his Crafter skill suddenly glowed—
And evolved.
[ Unique Skill: Aethernil Acquired. ]
The MC stumbled back, his body surging with new power.
Diablo smirked. "Ah… now that is interesting."
Rimuru, who had been observing, raised an eyebrow. "Huh. That's a powerful name."
Ciel's voice rang in the MC's head. "Aethernil—a skill of divine craftsmanship and creation. You have surpassed mortal limitations and reached the realm of gods."
The MC's hands trembled as he felt his strength soar to new heights.
Diablo grinned maliciously. "Shall we test it, then?"
The MC smirked back.
"Bring it on."
The path to true evolution had only just begun.