It's perfect, Clark concluded as he looked around the terrain he was provided with, the scent of green grass and the blue clear sky provided an idyllic stage. The mountain rose and fell around them like frozen waves as he stood in the clearing.

On the side a pouting Shion stood comforting her perplexed lord to not take heart on his lose, even though it seemed like she was the only one affected. Souka cleverly gave some space for the kijin to vent for a while as she remained spectating of the view around them alert for anything that may spring up.

"So, which one are you starting with first?" Rimuru asked in excitement, while he thought in glee. Was it going to be the famous Heat Vision, which held the might of contending with a full blast from the Sphere of Gods, or the chilled Artic Breath that froze a planet to the point even as it neared an alien sun it didn't dissolve, or that strange thing he pulled back town. Oh he just wanted to see! The slime knew he wouldn't be able to learn it, from what he knew of Ultimate Skills, they were the pinnacle of Skills and as such couldn't be copied normally. But this was The Superman.

But unknown to Rimuru and the others, Clark had already been utilizing one of his abilities since this morning. Pulling on his HUD idly he noted the succulent information that had been presented to him.

Rimuru Tempest

Monster Species: Demon Seed Slime

Accumulative Threat level: Special A rank (Middle stratum) Calamity Class {?}

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Shion

Monster Species: Kijin

Accumulative Threat Level: A rank (Upper stratum) Hazard Class

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Souka

Monster Species: Dragon-newt

Accumulative Threat Level: B rank (Upper stratum) No Class

It wasn't truly a Skill per say, rather it was a function of the Inheritance System. Villa takes into account the total amount of magicules –that really was a word- an individual expels and calculate them using the method of classification of this world in determining their combat power, and from her her own words ' without fail'. From E to Special S rank, all individuals are brought under the acumen of the A.I, even if their abilities are suppressed or indistinct would uncover before the Eight Level intellectual A.I.

'Still though…' As Clark skimmed through the information presented, he couldn't help but grimace. Calamity, Hazard. What kind of naming logic was that? They all sounded like insults! Even remembering his own was flinch worthy enough.

Disaster…

Ah! If anyone calls him, that the Light God will bury his head in shame.

Forcing himself out of his reverie with a loud breath, that produced a slight blustery effect, Clark said, "First off I want to test my strength, and my speed." But then as he looked around, he commented on the surroundings, "But I don't know where to start. It's not like in the comics where there is a lab where I can just go to and be placed under a simulated press to exert my strength and start to push nor where there is a treadmill, I use to determine speed. Unless I try lifting one of these mountains."

Rimuru shot him a queer look, 'Lift a mountain he says.' If it was someone else saying this, the slime would have slapped such an individual on the head and bid him a terrible day, but this was Clark… he really didn't think this through. If by mistake one of his more dangerous abilities goes the beyond this section and into the forest… it would be a disaster!

Yeah, Clark would cringe in agreement.

"Wait Clar-!"

"I got it!" The kryptonian snapped his fingers, looking excitedly at the slime and the others, "What is one of your fastest attacks?"

Both kijin and dragonewt looked at themselves, before Shion first replied, "I don't think my attack will be fast for you Light God. Mine is a discharge of energy from my Odachi, you have seen it before." The last part added pointedly.

Giving an uncomfortable nod, Clark moved to Souka who shook her head, "My apologies, but I too do not possess any kind of fast attack that would be to your liking in my repertoire."

"Fast attack huh…" Rimuru placed a hand on his chin, well Clark idea was better than what he speculated, beats an idea of throwing beams and blasts of ice and fire aimlessly. So he asked speculatively, "Clark… do you consider lightning as a high-speed attack."

"I do. And you can even do lightning?"

"Yeah, but I'm not an adept. But I got someone who is... oy Ranga, I need you to come out." From behind Rimuru his shadow abruptly trembled as from it took the form of the horned wolf he saw yesterday, clearly smaller. Shaking its lupine head, the tempest wolf trotted to its master, tail in an excited full swing.

"You have called for me Rimuru-sama." He paused, extending polite greetings to the Shion and Souka while ignoring Clark who gave a wry smile.

Rimuru who was sore with Ranga blatant cheeky display, threw the wolf a look that made its ears to lower in shame.

The tempest wolf spun to Clark and lowered his head, "A good day to you."

Clark blinked bemused as he didn't see the eye play between the slime and wolf, "Same to you."

'What a child…' Rimuru shook his head, at least he listens. Nodding satisfied he said, "So Ranga, I want you to perform your Inherent Art 'Death lightning' and…" He paused looking at Clark, "How do you want him to use it?"

Clark settled down for this one, even though he had thought about it how should he test himself with it… he did have an idea, but in his old world it was too preposterous, he even wondered whether it's his hubris on what he's become that is deciding for him, but this wasn't his old world, -he always had to keep that in mind- and most importantly he was different, at least better now than in an unfavorable condition. 'If what Villa told me was correct, then anything less than Ultimate Skills won't work on me, so I should be safe.' With that in mind he replied.

"Let him use it to strike at me."

Rimuru blinked nonplused, "Well… you heard the man Ranga, that's what you're going to help him with."

Even the wolf himself appeared confused by his lord's request. To the kryptonian he asked tentatively, "So, you want me to use my lightning on you."

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"Yep."

"Ok, at what level?"

"Full power if possible."

Ranga looked back at his master who shrugged, then Shion and Souka who appeared to be in the same state as him before looking back, "Are you sure?" While he would love nothing more than to comply, he still had to verify what had just been said, Rimuru-sama would be unpleased with him if he attacks without cause, and while he knew his Species Art wasn't the most dangerous amongst Rimuru-sama subordinates –that belonged to Benimaru- his was one of the hardest to dodge from and no less hurtful.

Seeing that no one objected then the wolf shrugged, "No matter what I do now, it's on your head, my lord and I are free from the sin." And then he gave a vicious smile, "That I should bear my powers against you at full power will be your downfall Light God." His body began to bulge, "I hope you do not come to regret it."

Rimuru at the side shook his head sighing, 'Oh Ranga…'

Teeth bared, Ranga began to increase in size, his muscles bulged in mass, his claws hardened, fangs sharpened, and an extra horn appeared at the top of his head. The power that coursed through him filled the wolf with such emotions a howl flowed out.

Back at Jura Tempest Federation, some of the wolves began to bow much to the confusion of their goblin riders.

This was Ranga's gift as the Tempest Wolf, the power that represents a portion of the power of the True Dragon of Storms. The sky obeyed, and the elements answered to his call. Up above the clear firmament began to grey, darker and darker till premonition of storms could no longer be denied. The bloodline in Ranga wants rampage show out the strength of caller of storms, one who is above all canine creatures, to prove he was among the apex of the forest, but that itch quickly died down. This was for the honor of his lord Rimuru.

The opponent who was his not-so-enemy stood before him confidently, someone who fancied himself a god, but Ranga swears he will bring him down!

With another howl, yellow lightning sizzled from the horn and shot up into the sky, it was like adding an ingredient to the clouds, cause after some moments later peals of lightning threatened to fall down.

"Even without the aid of my brethren, this is the full might of the Tempest wolf of Jura Tempest, take this Light God. Inherent Skill, Death lightning…"

Above Clark the lightning cloud stilled.

"Strike him!"

With a discordant roar, a yellow pillar of lightning sporting an unusual breadth fell from the heavens streaking in reputable speed.

'Eh what can I say, this guy really is vociferous.' Clark sweatdropped and then smirked at the incoming lightning as his perception began to dial down. If it wasn't for the light air resistance Clark felt against his body, and the way the world first exploded in murky colors, before turning back to its normal visibility in additions to the thick accents that came with it, Clark would have thought that he was manipulating time.

The lightning that fell slowed to a fast runner's pace, and then a turtle crawl, finally to a halt. Looking to the side, he observed the various expressions that held on his frozen audience. The look of vicious victory on Ranga, the apparent support of Shion, the surprising hint of concern on Souka, and Rimuru countenance of faith.

While Clark was pleasantly surprised at the yellow eyes girl's faith, there was something that bothered him.

But still what was it?' Clark thought as he moved over leaving behind visible spectral after-images. Rimuru's eyes, as Clark observed, it felt strange. There it is again' Clark thought as the yellow eyes seemed to twitch imperceptibly.

Eyes widened in realization as to what was happening, Was the girl trying to observe his speed?' He wondered. But how was she doing it? Clark speculated perhaps it was one of those, a, what was it called again…? Ah yes, a Unique Skill. From what Villa told him, most OtherWorlders usually acquire such Skills at their time of arrival, as a result of oversaturation of magicules in their bodies.

Not like he understood the magical technicalities whatsoever.

But still, this wasn't about Rimuru, it was to test his speed, he went back and released his perception a little as the lightning crashed against the earth before switching it back. Concluding that as impossible as it sounds, he is faster than lightning.

'Even I can't believe it. And I'm the one who's standing here, while everything is frozen solid.' He would have wanted to test more, see where his limits lay, but this was apparently the fastest Rimuru and the others could provide. Maybe he could try racing his optical beams.

Shaking his head quickly he got rid of that line of thought.

But now that he has tested his speed what of his strength, as he mulled, he moved idly towards the frozen lightning etch, marveling at its intensity. And if nothing else just the width of this alone surpassed the size of any he had seen on earth through internet videos. Cautiously he slowly reached a hand, pausing for a moment before continuing while releasing a breath. The hand that touched the lightning wasn't stunned in the slightest. But Clark attributed it to his obvious biological physique.

The ionized plasma scent was tingling to his nose, it was apparent that there was something else in the pong, probably magic. As Clark caressed while marveling at the solidity and beauty of nature's wrath. An idea slowly took root in his head.

And it was a crazy one.

Huffing Clark shook his head, since the time he came to this world nothing was the same in comparison to his old one, besides he could also test his ability more.

A hand firmly on the yellow fulguration, he called upon one of the powers etched into his soul.

"Ultimate Skill." He began. Even though he felt like a child calling the name of his ability, but apparently under the world's laws this is how it works, when one initiates his skill for full effect. "RAO THE LORD OF STARS, Sub-effect… "

His vision turned yellow and from his eyes discharged yellow like flames, "Endless Psionic: stage 1." The flames gushed out even stronger, as the rush flowed through him, filling him with greater energy than before.

Kryptonians apart from being gods of physical strength were also masters of psychics. It shouldn't have been surprising when one considers, the implicit reference to Superman limitless potential in mental energy the only problem was that he never cultivated it. But as a result of Clark's Ultimate Skill which provided the activation familiarity, using it at this stage was like child's play.

He couldn't wait to see what the other 4 stages would give.

Rippling golden energy spread out from his placed hand covering the entire jagged pillar, which began to twist while spiraling down, with a pull, a section was dragged out with the Light God's energy suffused in it still changing its shape. At the end what was left was a javelin shaped bolt of velvety surface, across its body occasional sparks of lightning could be seen.

'Hey Villa,' He spoke to his A.I mentally. 'How strong do you think this lightning bolt is now?'

Immediately the interface artificial intelligence replied, {Four times stronger, than its original potency.}

Whistling Clark looked at the red charred ground, the earth marred red in frozen time. If he considers what has just been said Well, that's a lot. Twirling the javelin bolt, he set some distance between himself and the others as he took a poise. Now he had proven his speed, next would be his strength.

Face heavenward, legs apart, left hand forward while right hand back with a clenched fumigation the Light God, has decided to test how far he can throw. Remembering his school days of watching inter-house sports, and Olympics he unconsciously emulated their form.

And with narrowed eyes, the kryptonian threw as hard as he could.

When time resumed an earth rending sonic boom ensued.

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"Strike him!"

Rimuru shook his head as he felt the glee within the wolf's tone, but it wasn't really surprising. Ranga was always antagonistic to those he considers strangers in one way or the other always straight up brusque, but really Ranga needs to dial it down. 'Loyalty is good and all, but precaution is always appreciated.'

As the lightning struck the strangest thing subsequently happened.

[Sub-effect, Thought Acceleration.] Great Sage abruptly announced.

'What?' Rimuru could only get out as his perception began to slow to a crawl, until he processed the world in slow motion. The lightning while still approaching with enough speed became manageable, but to his not-so greatest surprise the kryptonian became a distortion. He could see the afterimages Clark created as he ran but couldn't see the Light God himself.

He tried focusing on Clark but apart from the time when he stopped in front of him, the rest was just too blurry to Rimuru, what happened next surprised him even so. Ranga's lightning bolt was snapped in half, and the energy from before was here again, only this time magnitude stronger. The afterimages left some distances away, the bolt was angled in a throwing poise and then.

Time resumed and Rimuru was thrown away by a sudden shockwave.

It was then the words he was about to say completed itself, "What the fuck?!"

…..

It began with bang that exceeded the sound barrier, the ground below Clark cratered into fragments, as from his hand down to his body, the manifestation of air distortion passed through him. The instant it touched the chipped earth, the earth below erupted with the destructive wave spreading out in a circumnavigated shape, grass uprooted replaced by the soil below far while spreading wide for miles.

A curse filled squawk was followed by the yelps of a wolf and cries of the female monsters, showing that the ladies were surprised by the sudden happening. As for the javelin bolt, it punted through the skies with enough force to return the weather back to its sunny state, leaving the sky of the Great Jura Forest devoid of even a single puff of white cloud. As for the bolt, it crossed into space for over miles away puncturing any unfortunate space rock that stood in its way, it would probably shimmer off but with the power and momentum it carried it wouldn't be anytime soon.

The unintended destruction on the other hand back at the ranges devastated the entire clearing.

Clark winced as he spotted the others stomping towards him all in varying states of displeasure.

Yeah, he didn't think this through.