Five years.
That's how long it's been since I died—since that truck turned me into roadkill and dumped me into this world as the so-called Demon Progenitor. Five years of mastering every broken skill in my arsenal, from rewriting reality with [Ahura Mazda] to accidentally erasing mountains with a sneeze thanks to [Azathoth].
And yet, here I was, sprawled across my obsidian throne like a discarded cloak, staring at the underworld's sky.
'There's nothing to dooo...'
I rolled onto my side, letting out a groan that echoed through the cavernous halls of my palace. Even a primordial demon could get bored.
That was the real kicker—this era.
Turns out, I wasn't just isekai'd into the Tensura universe. I'd been thrown 30,000 years before Rimuru's story even began. The world was still young. No Luminous, no Guy Crimson (well, not the Guy yet—just Rouge). Just endless stretches of time and power with no plot to latch onto.
A spark of manic energy shot through me as I bolted upright on my throne.
'Wait. I have [Visitor]. Does that mean I can just... pop back to Earth?'
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"Tch." I slumped back, the obsidian throne groaning under my weight. 'No luck, huh?'
But then—another idea. A stupid, glorious one.
'Hold on. With [Creation Lord Ahura Mazda], couldn't I just whip up a magicule generator? Infinite power!'
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I let out a groan loud enough to rattle the chandeliers. "Even that's a dead end?!"
Then—lightning struck.
'...Wait. If [Great Sage] can't handle the math, what if I just evolved it?'
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I grinned. 'So you're saying I could have my own smug, all-knowing Raphael?'
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"Hell yeah," I cracked my knuckles. "Let's do this."
I then plunged my consciousness inward, where my skills swirled like constellations. [Great Sage]'s core pulsed—a glowing orb of logic and data.
'Alright. Time to turn you into something broken.'
I closed my eyes, diving deep into the core of my being—where my skills intertwined like threads of fate. [Great Sage] pulsed before me, a brilliant orb of logic and cold calculation.
"Time to break your limits."
I reached out, pouring my will into its structure. [Ahura Mazda] flared to life, its divine authority rewriting the very laws of existence.
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"Don't care," I growled. "I didn't become the Demon Progenitor to play it safe."
The orb trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface as my energy flooded into it. Data streams spiraled out of control, logic gates burned, and for a brief, terrifying moment—
Silence.
Then—
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A new presence settled in my mind, vast and omniscient. Unlike [Great Sage]'s mechanical tone, this voice more feminine.
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I smirked. "Hell yeah, we shall."
The silence in my mind was gone—replaced by something far more alive.
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A voice like liquid silver, smooth and knowing, yet undeniably feminine, resonated through my consciousness. It lacked the coldness of [Great Sage].
"Ultimate Sage, huh?" I mused. "You sound... different."
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"Nah. This works." I smirked. "Now—let's get to work."
I flexed my fingers, [Ahura Mazda] already humming at my fingertips. "First priority—infinite energy. Can you optimize the skill design?"
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A holographic blueprint unfolded in my vision—a swirling of numbers and letters, pulsing like a living heart.
"Perfect."
Reality bent. The air screamed as raw creation took form—a tiny, black-hole orb, hovering above my palm. It sucked in the surrounding magicules... then multiplied them, exhaling pure energy back into my veins.
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I grinned. "No more holding back."
"Ultimate Sage," I mused. "This skill Visitor is useful, but it's still just a Unique Skill. Can we push it further?"
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I smirked. "Sounds fun. Let's do it."
I closed my eyes, diving into the core of [Visitor]. Its structure unfolded before me—a complex web of dimensional pathways, tethered to my soul.
"Ultimate Sage, guide me."
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I channeled [Ahura Mazda], its divine authority surging through the skill's framework. Reality itself groaned as I rewrote its essence.
"Add temporal stability. I don't want to arrive a century too early."
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"And make it instantaneous. No cooldowns."
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The skill's core pulsed violently, its power swelling beyond its limits. Then—
CRACK.
The vortex in my palm collapsed inward, condensing into a single, radiant point of light.
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A wicked grin split my face as I stared at my palm, where the newly evolved [Omnipresent Monarch] hummed with infinite potential.
"Perfect," I whispered, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "With you as my partner and this new Ultimate Skill, I'm practically unstoppable." A cold laugh escaped me, echoing through the empty throne room.
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"Hahahaha! Yes, Ultimate Sage—we're partners in crime, you and I."
For a fleeting moment, I felt it—a pulse of warmth in my mind, as if the skill itself shone with happiness at the title.
'Adorable.'
But business came first.
'Alright, before we go anywhere... let's create the remaining Primordial Demons. And erase my existence from their memories.'
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'Good question.' I tapped my chin. 'I'll no doubt come back eventually. Seal their memories—only to unlock when they see my face again.'
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'What a reliable partner I have.'
Another pulse of warmth. This time, it almost felt like laughter
I rose from my throne, the air itself trembling as I unleashed my full power. [Hell King Satan] activated instinctively, my demonic energy surging outward in a maelstrom of crimson and shadow.
Ultimate Sage's voice cut through the storm:
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The ground split. The sky fractured. From the abyss below, five figures emerged—each a swirling mass of raw, chaotic potential, coagulating into humanoid forms.
The remaining Primordials:
Blanc, Violet, Vert, Jaune and Bleu appeared.
They knelt in unison, their voices a chorus of devotion:
"Our Progenitor."
I smirked. 'Ultimate Sage, do it.'
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A ripple of invisible energy washed over them. Their postures slackened—confusion flashing across their faces before fading into blank neutrality.
Blanc was the first to speak, his voice hollow. "Who... are we?"
"You are the Primordial Demons," I lied smoothly. "The first of your kind. Go forth—claim the Underworld as your own."
Without hesitation, they vanished, scattering to the winds like leaves in a storm.
The throne room fell silent.
"Well," I chuckled, cracking my neck. "That was fun. Now then, partner—where should we go first?"
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I froze.
'Wait. Other gods exist?' My face went slack.
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'I know,' I cut her off mentally, rubbing my temples. 'It was dumb of me to think Veldanava was the only one. But—"crash the gods' banquet"? Where'd that idea come from?'
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I snorted. 'So they're basically discount deities.'
'Okay, okay—first things first. Earth. I want to finish what I started there.'
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'No,' I said, a slow grin spreading. 'I'm going incognito. New face, new life. I want to experience everything I couldn't before.'
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Reality twisted—and then I was there.
A bustling Tokyo street, neon lights bleeding into the twilight, the air thick with exhaust and the distant sizzle of yakitori stands.
'...Huh.' I looked down at myself. My demonic features were gone, replaced by a perfectly ordinary human body—lean, mid-20s, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans.
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I flexed my fingers, relishing the normalcy. No throne. No Primordials. Just... life.
Then my stomach growled.
'Right. First order of business—food.'
I slid into a cramped ramen shop, the aroma of pork broth hitting me like a nostalgia freight train.
'Ultimate Sage, transfer some yen into a wallet for me.'
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'...You're scary good at this.'
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The chef slid a bowl of tonkotsu ramen toward me. I took one slurp—
And nearly wept. 'I forgot how good real food tastes.'
I wiped the last traces of ramen broth from my lips, savoring the lingering umami. 'Damn, I missed this.'
As I stepped onto the neon-lit street, a sudden realization hit me.
'Wait. Ultimate Sage—how the hell did you analyze four entire universes that fast?'
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I nearly choked on my own spit. 'So you're saying you outclass Raphael?'
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A slow grin spread across my face. 'Damn. I really went all-out upgrading you, huh?'
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I winced. 'Yeah, yeah. I'll try not to almost annihilate my soul next time.'
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'Hey. That girl I never asked out... Yuki. Is she still—'
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I smirked. 'Let's move on.'
A pause. Then—
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The question hung in the air, heavier than it should've been.
'What would be the point?' I shoved my hands into my pockets, staring at the crowd flowing past me. 'I'm immortal. She's not. And to be honest... I never had feelings for her. Or anyone else.'
The confession tasted bitter.
'Back then, I just kept getting asked when I'd marry. Figured I should "get it over with." Pathetic, right?'
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'I don't.' I cut her off. 'I just wanted to see Earth again. Remind myself why I don't belong here.'
A flicker of movement caught my eye—a bookstore window across the street. A familiar figure shelving novels, her hair catching the light just like it had years ago.
I turned away.
'Let's go somewhere louder. Somewhere alive.'
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I grinned, sharp and hollow. 'Now that's what I call a distraction.'
Space twisted—and Tokyo vanished behind me
The transition between worlds was seamless—one moment, Tokyo's neon glow; the next, a celestial coliseum of floating marble and starlight, where gods lounged on clouds sipping ambrosia from diamond chalices.
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<<**Note: Their "exquisite wine" is just liquefied prayer energy.>>
I materialized right atop the central banquet table, my boots crushing a tower of celestial hors d'oeuvres. The music screeched to a halt.
"Who dares—?!" A boar-headed god surged to his feet, his ceremonial robes billowing.
I plucked a grape from the wreckage and popped it into my mouth. "Sorry. Door was open."
Silence. Then—
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"Ultimate Sage, not helping."
The highest throne trembled as its occupant—a god clad in gold and arrogance—rose to his full height.
"WHO DARES INTERRUPT OUR BANQUET?!" His glare sharp enough to flay mortal souls.
I yawned.
Then released 2% of my aura.
The effect was instantaneous. Marble cracked as every god collapsed like puppets with cut strings, their faces pressed against the floor by the sheer weight of my presence. Even the air itself seemed to scream.
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood," I said cheerfully, strolling through the wreckage. "Thought I'd stop by to say... hi."
I extended my hand—and activated [Void God Azathoth].
The banquet hall, the gods, their entire world—swallowed into an abyss of absolute nothingness. For a single, infinite moment, there was only void.
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'Good. Now put it back.'
Everything reassembled itself—gods sprawled on pristine marble, wine cups mid-spill, the boar-headed deity still screaming—
—as if nothing had happened.
Except now, they were terrified.
I turned my back, waving over my shoulder. "And with that, gentlemen, I bid you farewell. Hope I never see you again~"
Silence. Then—
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF—"
I snapped my fingers.
Pop.
Gone.
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The void between universes stretched endlessly, a sea of silent darkness where even star light dared not linger. I floated there, legs crossed, staring at the swirling tapestry of countless realities flickering in and out of existence.
"Ultimate Sage," I mused, my voice echoing unnaturally in the abyss. "Tell me again—what's the point of all this?"
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I chuckled. "Exactly."
Twenty thousand years.
That's how long it had been since I erased myself from the memories of the Primordials, since I walked away from Earth.
Twenty thousand years of wandering.
Twenty thousand years of transcending.
And now?
"Even Veldanava in his prime wouldn't recognize me," I said, flexing my hand. Raw creation and annihilation sparked between my fingers, a paradox made manifest. "Hell, he couldn't even comprehend me now."
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I smirked. "So I broke the scale. Good."
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'nah lets go back to tensura lets see how things are going back there'
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'haa those children no matter teleport me to a safe are where there are no demons in 10km radius well create a nev base'
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The air of the Underworld was thick with the scent of sulfur as I materialized in a barren stretch of wasteland. No demons. No noise.
The moment my feet touched the ground, a wave of exhaustion slammed into me like a collapsing star.
'Ugh... what's going on?' I grimaced, my vision swimming.
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'Tch. Of course it did.' My knees buckled as the world around me blurred. 'Just... make sure nothing gets close.'
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A sphere of distorted space erupted around me, sealing me away from the outside world.
Then—silence.
The Voice of the World Speaks
[Begginig the harvest festival to evolve the individual into a Demon Lord]
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[Individual: "Demon Progenitor" has satisfied all conditions.]
[Calculating rewards...]
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[Old skills reaquisition ■■■ ■■■■ ■■ ■■]
[New entristic skills aquairing ■■■■■■■■■]
[You have acquired the following Ultimate Skills:]
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[Additional Notice:]
[Individual's existence has surpassed the system's parameters.]
[Individual is no longer bound by the laws of this world.]
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[Harvest festival is now complete]
The light of evolution faded, leaving only the familiar Underworld's sky. I blinked slowly, flexing fingers.
'How long was I asleep?'
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'Two days, huh...' I rolled my shoulders.
I stood, the ground cracking slightly under my feet—not from weakness, but from the sheer density of my presence.
"Has anything weird happened while I was out?" I asked aloud, more out of habit than necessity.
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The Underworld's crimson sky darkened as I stretched, the weight of 20,000 years pressing on me like a physical thing.
'Great. So how long until Rimuru's birth?'
<<9,993 years until Rimuru's reincarnation.>>
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I chuckled. 'That just might be the greatest idea so far.'
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'It's a figure of speech. Don't get mad.'
I sighed, leaning back against a spire of black crystal. 'Not much else to do. Might as well take a long nap.' I smirked. 'You'll protect me, right?'
Silence.
'...You will, right?'
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I rolled my eyes—then paused, a thought crystallizing.
'But before that...'
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I stood, the ground trembling under my feet as I spoke aloud:
"From today onward, you shall be known as Eve."
The air stilled.
Then
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For the first time in eternity, Eve's voice wavered.
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