The lower floor of the refectory abounded in a merry buzz. Wooden mugs of honeyed rums clangs to and fro, joyful hollers resounded from catcalls to light arguments. Light blushes from alcohol dosages could be spotted on the cheeks of full-grown orcs, goblins and the small number of lizardmen, all knowing that later on in the day, they would be cursing their lack of prudency. But still now was the present and they wanted their part of the sweet rum and would gladly receive the later recompense with open arms.

The morning mass breakfast was a rowdy one.

The upper floor was set for the few select and main executives, where they commune occasionally with the citizens of the town. Today, their lord Rimuru, and his subordinates had come to join in the merriment of the addition of a certain kryptonian.

"Here you go, sir." A youthful goblina dressed up in animal garbs and an apron presented to the Light God, her face set in a beautiful smile, "Simmered sauce dripped chicken, with fried vegetable bisque. Here's a honeyed brew to go with it."

With an audible gulp Clark beholden the tantalizing culinary set placed before him. He tried to hide the craving on his face, but the table he sat was a long four-sided type, obviously the others who occasionally stole glances at him would have taken note. But while others tried to remain convert, even though Clark knew they were watching. The stocky dwarf Kajin,-Who Clark saw that didn't fit the stereotypical archetype of a dwarf- who had introduced himself to Clark some minutes earlier guffawed boisterously.

"A good man knows his food." He said while nodding.

"Hear! Hear!" At the other table opposite Clark's, two fellow dwarfs raised their mug cheerfully.

Clark who felt red faced didn't patronized the dwarf, looking at the goblin. The way the clearly older man chattered to him was quite strange, (Back home he couldn't talk to an elder so informally.) To the evolved goblin, he thanked in appreciation.

"It's nothing sir, please enjoy." She replied with a smile and left.

'A super physiology still doesn't mean one can't enjoy a good meal,' Clark thought with glee as he gently raised a fork to dig in, tearing out a piece of golden colored meat, he paused as the venison neared his lips, the others who watched in strangely at the kryptonian actions. But Rimuru who had an idea paused his eating. Dropping his cutlery, he said to Clark.

"Hey, don't worry all the cutlery are newly made, I had already thought that this might happen, so I took the necessary precaution."

Clark eyelids rose a bit higher as he returned with a grateful nod, pushing the food into his mouth, while he could still taste the sensations of hands, but the flavor the cuisine overpowered it all, exploding against his taste buds.

"This…!" Clark hissed with widen eyes, "Is so delicious!" In the corner of his mind he thought, 'Sorry mom but with this your supremacy as the best cook has been challenged and rightfully surpassed.' Unconsciously the world slowed down to a full stop, as the background muttering stop. Clark who still had his attention enraptured by the dish before him took no notice of his unintentional act, hands blurred as meat was torn and devoured in happiness, even the broth was amazing as a standalone not to mention when combined together. And when added with the mead.

"Wonderful!"

Sadly, the food had finally disappeared into his stomach, but he was satisfied. According to Villa he knew he could go on forever without eating, but still that one nature of humanity was one he wasn't ready to give up.

Tongue scouring between teeth for pieces of meat he thought, 'Yep a proper food, to begin a beautiful morning in another world.' The gasp of astonishment pulled away Clark away from his happy thought as he looked at the amazed gazes of the monsters present.

"What?"

"What?! Really is that all you say. What?" Kajin said, his voice higher than normal which considering his rumbling bass was quite loud, "How the hell did you do it kid? God or not, the way you ravished that food was just too astonishing, one second the first piece entered your mouth, the next second one whole chicken bulk disappeared. And it wasn't a small body." Every present nodded in agreement.

"Really, I thought I was just eating as I normally do." Clark shrugged confused.

"You…" The dwarf dragged out with a short laugh, shaking his head before turning back calling with a shout, "Gobuna! Bring out more food for the kryptonian and more for myself! This time make it a heap." Turning to Clark, he challenged with a fire in his eyes, "How about a little competition eh, as a proud dwarf apart from Rimuru-dono due to his biology, I will not stand anyone eating more than me."

"Sure, thing Kajin." From a partition, where the aroma was coming from, the voice of the goblina who had just served Clark food some seconds ago replied.

"Tell him Kajin!"

"Show him that god or not, no one eats more than a dwarf!" The two dwarfs cheered on as Kajin threw down the gauntlet.

"Eh!" Rimuru blinked at the sudden turn of events, this was supposed to be a peaceful morning, now it's about to turn into a food contest, "Wait-!"

"I accept old man," Clark cut Rimuru off with a smirk. While he knew nothing of dwarf's pride or what have you, he wouldn't say no the chance of more of that delicious food, with his body biology he knew things like being overfull or even hunger was now antediluvian. The power of the stars is now his sustenance. And, with a conniving smirk he thought, 'Let's see how your dwarf stomach would help you, while I'll superspeed through it all.'

Rimuru who saw the smirk gave a dry laugh while thinking. 'Kajin, Kajin,' He tutted in his mind, 'Look before you leap, if not it's only your stomach that will suffer.' He had an idea on what the Light God was thinking and knew that no matter what Kajin won't win. But he wouldn't say a word.

Let the dwarf suffer defeat for ruining his perfect breakfast.

'But who knows, maybe the blacksmith has an ace up his sleeve.' But even as Rimuru thought that he still wouldn't bet on it.

The banquet was served once more, while Rimuru and the others cleared the table which was now starting to crowd as the people from downstairs headed up on hearing about what was happening.

"It's becoming quite rowdy here," Rigurd brusquely noted, annoyed at the interruption of meal. Why did they had to do it now? He was famished and tired from the late-night dealings of yesterday, today he just wants a full meal before diving into his onerous activities, and now they don't want him to even do that.

A hand rested on Rigurd shoulder as he turned to see Benimaru bearing an understanding look, "I know Rigurd, I know…"

From the looks of the others, one could say they were on the same wavelength. As one they all thought contritely, 'And the food is going cold too, dammit all.'

The two contestants on the other hand stared at the other intently, as for the case of Clark he wanted to focus on something other than the crowd's racket. He really needed to do something about his super hearing, or he just might snap one day.

"Rimuru-sama has vested me with the authority to act as an umpire for this match, so you better not be doing anything funny, because this Gabiru's eyes can never be fooled." A purple horned lizardfolk dressed in light armor blithely trumpeted.

Ugh! Clark knew there was no way to escape meeting the lizard folks he saw yesterday, and while he might be able to manage his light aversion (much to his self-guilt and disgust) –it was still a work in progress- he just had to become inured to their appearance, as they too were normal in their own way… but!

"Gabiru-san, you're so cool!"

"Gabiru-san, serious respect!"

"Gabiru-san!"

While the Lizardfolk was posing for his, well cronies, Clark eyes twitched in a fitful spasm. Why did he had to meet a bizarre one?

Lips dragged down Clark to his shame considered punching the extravagant lizardman, but someone else fortunately did it for him.

"Ouch! Why did you do that Shion-sama?" Gabiru cried, as he nursed the added bump on his head.

"Shut up and do your job?" Shion eyes glowed with menace, as the mental image of a demon appeared behind her, "Or else…" Raising a clenched fist she punctuated.

The fully cowed lizardfloks shivered as the cronies huddled together while Gabiru shivered in his lonesome, all together they replied tearfully, "Yes mam."

Both Rimuru and Clark synonymous said mentally to their selves, 'Good job, Shion!'

Now reticent Gabiru began, "E-Eh, and now let's begin."

With a full beam Kajin said, "Prepare to lose Light God, to the pride of the dwarfs."

Clark feeling a bit riled up, replied animatedly, "In your dreams, old stuff."

Hakurou who had been quiet, unconsciously shook.

"READY…!"

The crowd and the umpire cried as one.

"GO!"

And the contestants dived right in.

…..

A few minutes later,

"I-I gwive up, ugh!" With a stuffed concession, the dwarf was finally laid to rest.

"And we have a winner! Ladies and gentlemen here's our new eating champion. The Light God, Clark Kent!" Gabiru animatedly announced.

"Clark Kent! Clark Kent! Clark Kent! Clark Kent!"

The crowd animatedly hollered as the mess hall, rumbled from the decibels of the monsters. Even as he winced a small smile was seen on his face, Clark felt really at home with this people, and their hospitability were just endearing in its own way.

Shion who was beside Rimuru slouched, "Now that they're through with this spectacle, can we please get back to the eating!"

Chuckles burst forth from some of the individuals in the crowd who had heard the purpled hair kijin petulant grumbling as they all returned back to their various tables at the lower floor, but not before some gave congratulatory pats to the kryptonian.

"Not the kind of morning you would have expected." Rimuru said as they all settled down with new steaming helpings.

"Yeah…" Clark slowly replied as other servings were presented to him, "But I can get used to this."

Rigurd who heard it scoffed, "Yeah please don't, it has to be a one kind of thing," As he added in a light mumble, "It just have to be, if nothing else but for my stomach."

The group all laughed as one, Geld shook his head in amusement, as he saw the flopped form of Kajin, while Rimuru and Clark observed the milieu with smiles.

It really was a good morning.

-TRoaKH-

"So, what are you gonna' do after this?" Clark asked the Demon Seed slime.

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They stood by the now cleared hall, the citizens droned out chattering as they set out for their day's work, the clinking of plates and cutlery as they were gathered and taken to the kitchen.

Kajin was carted away by his brothers with an amused Kurobe who followed while periodically shaking his head. Benimaru and Souei moved on to check up with the security forces, Geld went to begin the menial labor for the day, while Rigurd went to begin his overseer activities and Shuna to the workhouse.

Shion opted to stay with her lord for in her own words, 'Protection against unknown qualities.' Maybe she still harbors some grudge for the smack-down of yesterday, 'But really woman, if Clark really wanted to do something could you really stop it?' With a sigh Rimuru answered to the kryptonian.

"Nothing really. All I do on most days is to make rounds, see how everyone is doing and, on some occasions, hear out complaints that couldn't be handled by my subordinates, really monotonous if you ask me."

Clark winced, "I feel for you man, fantasy world or no, it's going to be boring at some point."

"You really get me Clark. No TV, no games whatsoever, but this is my lot as a leader, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else." The adoring ' Rimuru-sama' from Shion was smoothly ignored as Rimuru asked his own, "So what are you going to do today, Clark?"

"Hmm… " Stretching his arm up as he steeple his fingers, the jacket slipped past his shoulders stopping just below it, which Rimuru could idly say, made him appear like those romance novel cover models. The smirk on Clark's lips brought Rimuru back, "Well you know I'm in a fantasy world, and my powers in one way or the other is related to Superman, and now that I have time to myself, so tell me Rimuru what do you think I'm about do?"

With stars in his eyes Rimuru knew the answer, the hint was too obvious. Rimuru also tests his every new power he gets, all of them without fail for documentary and for coolness. But to see his power, the power of Superman. Now that's something he just had to see.

Failing to hide his enthusiasm, Rimuru almost latched on Clark's arm as he asked in anticipation, "Are you really going to do, what I think you are about to do?"

"And what do you think I'm about to do, eh?" Even though Clark asked, but Rimuru noted he did not deny that was going to test his powers. Oh, now he's done it, he just had to see it.

"I've got to come with you please," Rimuru appealed with dopey eyes.

"Gurgh!" The transition of Rimuru's behavior threw Clark off his tune, "We-Well, I was going to ask if you want to come with me anyway, I need someone to show me a place where I can let loose a little."

Pumping a fist Rimuru cheered. From the recess of his mind, his Unique Skill sighed.

[Master…]

'What?' Rimuru asked defensively, 'I'll have you know, I have a justifiable reason for me to go with him as he tests his powers. When I asked for a full account from Benimaru and the others, they told me something that bothered me. Their attacks had no effect. And that should be impossible considering that the Man of Steel is vulnerable to magic of any kind, and when you take the fact that he is literally radiating magic… this little outing should help me answer that, and if possible, you could help me analyze his abilities, just in case.'

[Yes Master. But are you sure there isn't nothing else?]

'Eh well, I also want to see the heat vision, cold breath and the others, I mean come on his actually here, the real Superman. If you really thought I would actually not take the chance to spectate at front row, then you clearly do not know me well Great Sage.'

[I understand Master.]

'Thank you, Great Sage.'

[That you are a hard-core Otaku.]

'Oi!'

Letting out a mental sigh, Rimuru began to consider since when his Unique Skill had become so inquisitive, his attention back to Clark, he said. "So, when do you think you're ready to go?"

"Now if it's possible?"

With a short nod, Rimuru spun to a particular corner, "Oi Souka, you know we all can see you right? I know Souei sent you to check up on Clark, but please just do it openly, it's making even me uncomfortable."

Clark gave on outward sign of surprise as the spy-girl from yesterday shimmered into view, dressed in the same red ninja attire as before. He had felt her eyes scrutinizing him from when he had left the inn till now, he had presumed that they wanted to keep an eye on him, and truthfully for the right reasons, so he made no effort in pointing her out, but since she had the called out by Rimuru, then there was nothing left for him to do.

'But still, I talk to Rimuru so that she can talk to her people on what they should be looking and what not, cause if I see them when I want to take a bath…'

Falling on one of her knees, Souka apologized, "I sincerely apologize Rimuru-sama, and to you as well Kent-sama."

"It's Clark, please no need for formalities, not too comfortable with the Lord part."

Lifting her head to see the Light God at such a close distance she slowly replied, "Yes sir, I mean, Clark." Those eyes drew her in again. Feeling self-conscious, Souka quickly swerved her face to the side, much to the bemusement of Clark and Shion, and an amused Rimuru.

'This guy is kind of smooth,' Rimuru thought a little bit envious for no reason.

The ninja dragonewt stood up, her body stiffened as she stood before the three most powerful individuals she knew, questioning once more why Souei-sama had assigned to her such an important assignment, "I am Souka, Vice-Captain of the Shadow Squad. I've been charged by Souei-sama to act as your escort and helper in your stay." Her introduction short and succinct.

While Clark was struggling not to burst out in laughter at the cringed name, - Shadow Squad (Only eighth graders call themselves that.)- He still wasn't surprised by what she said, Souei, as he observed still didn't trust him, or rather was afraid of him. The ninja kijin saw him as an uncontrollable factor and decided to use a softer approach as he knows that force was not an option.

Not that I blame him.

With a wry smile he nodded back, "Then I'll take you up your tour offer later." To Rimuru he asked, "So, do you have an idea on where we can go?"

With a tooth showing grin the slime bobbed, "Yep, more than a hundred miles away, the Cannat mountain ranges, there should be a sufficient amount of terrain for you to play with."

"That's nice to hear, but you said more than a hundred miles… we won't make it there by walking," He muttered to himself, looking to the others he asked, "Quick question can any of your fly? And if you can how fast?"

Only Rimuru answered, "Well I can as a result of my unique trait, and for how fast, well I safely say I can move faster than the speed of sound."

"Seriously, damn that cool!" Faster than sound, now Clark had to know what the slime could do. But still while Rimuru was fast the others weren't. He moved his jaw in thought before deciding to put into practice one of his powers, 'I needed a live subject to test it out anyway.'

But he needed to do it carefully. The repercussion of using this power carelessly was too hazardous.

"Shion, Souka, I'm about to try something, and I need, to touch you to do this?"

"Touch me?... Touch me!? " Shion looked at Clark guardedly, "I refuse to let you touch me, my body belongs only to Rimuru-sama!"

"Wait a minute!" Clark waved his hands in pacification as he saw the kijin summon her sword in a flash of purple and was about to pull out her blade, "I didn't mean in a risqué manner, I just want to touch any part of your body, it could even be your hands." As he saw Shion bring down her weapon but still in a way that was threatening, he gave a mental huff.

'So, she's one of those huh,' Clark thought looking at Rimuru who seemed perplexed, the overprotectiveness now seemed a little more reasonable, humming he shrugged, well it doesn't concern him anyway.

"So, Kent-sama- I mean… Clark, sir." Souka began, with her face tinged red, and she still doesn't know why, the last time such a thing happened was…! No she wouldn't go there. Straitening herself while trying to clear away the red, she continued. "Why do you require such physical contact?"

"Well, you girls want to follow us right…? Well at least one wants to be with her lord. And while Rimuru and I are up ahead, you both wouldn't be able to keep up the pace." Clark kept quiet waiting for objections hearing none he continued, "So I decided to give you girls a little boost to set the stage."

Both looked at the other, while Shion seeks out the go ahead from her lord Rimuru who nodded back, "Well go on Shion, I'm kind of interested in what Clark wants to do." Rimuru said, while mentally informing Great Sage to analyze what was about to happen.

With his approval given both women stepped forward, tentatively presenting their hands, well Shion dispersed her sword before lifting hers.

"It isn't going to be long; I know what I'm doing." Clark said reassuringly while keeping the 'I hope' part to himself.

Taking both their hands, the Light God closed his eyes, an instant later his eyes quivered as what appeared to be yellow flames spilled through the lids. Later on, what Rimuru would call an indescribable maelstrom of energy washed through him, luckily it didn't travel out, as it felt confined within the kryptonian.

It felt powerful, to Rimuru it was like an inveterate bottomless chasm, the void it held drew him in closer and closer, like how one would be fascinated by a dark pit… until it suddenly stopped as a moment later Clark released his hand. Both humanoid monsters winced while massaging the sides of their head.

"What… what was that?" Shion dazedly muttered, clenching her head as she was assailed with a plethora of information.

"This… power," Souka on the other hand could feel something had been added to her, something she dared say felt more powerful than Rimuru-sama's might to an absurd degree. Looking at the Light God who now gave them impish smiles, she concluded that the term, 'Light God' was just not for show.

"So, what did you do Clark?" Rimuru asked bemused, he had asked his sentiment Skill and shockingly was replied with a negative. What Clark just did was clearly not magic as it didn't possess an ounce of magicule particles. Great Sage had already been speculating the reason for Clark's ability mystery, but this was more than enough proof.

Clark had a goddamn Ultimate Skill. And a ridiculously powerful one to boot, but the question was what it was.

"Well, you'll see." Clark cryptically replied as slowly his feet left the earth, floating up, he said. "So, what are you waiting for Rimuru, let's go." And shot up higher.

Shaking his head at the hyperactive kryptonian, he looks to his personal secretary, "So Shion-…!" Rimuru unasked question halted as he saw both kijin and dragonewt also floating, "How are you two doing that?"

Shrugging Shion said, "I don't know how myself Rimuru-sama, once he touched me a powerful energy swept through me, and a load of information just jam-packed into my brain, all of a sudden I knew I could fly, and even how to do so." Now spotting a mischievous smile, she continued, "Your face Rimuru-sama, it's kind of funny you know." And moved up as well.

With a full bow Souka followed up, while Rimuru shook his head, "I really shouldn't be surprised. Who else but Superman, even though it's Prime." His cloth rippled, from his shoulder blades, bat like wings spread out melding with his clothes, "It seems like today will give me a whole new meaning of Superman." And blasted off in gusty dusts.

'Really glad it worked,' Clark thought as he hung in the air while waiting for the others to catch up. Clark wasn't a hundred percent sure it actually would. According to Villa, his method executing his powers would be much easier than his comic counterpart, as it was ingrained in his soul, and the fact that the method of activation was already known to him. And it really was so.

Giving a spin as he ascended, Clark marvel at his gift of flight, it was just like moving a limb that was already there. Without Villa he knew such a thing would have been trickier to utilize. Giving a mental thanks, his A.I replied back blithely.

{You're welcome.}

Looking up the sky he smiled. It really was beautiful, and the fact that he was closer to it without any form was support was just magical. Looking around, he saw the trees went on for miles upon miles, showing that it really was a big forest. Now that he paid attention Clark could hear the tropical heartbeat of forest. Growls of predators, the annoying chirps of birds that passed overhead which of most he didn't recognize. Releasing what little hold he had on his ears he could hear the communications of beings far away from the forest. A place called Dwargon… if he got it correct. It was things like this, the abilities he displayed only showed that the Human Clark Kent was no more, he was now more. He doesn't see himself as a god, but what else could you call someone who could do what he did, back in his reality a deity of sorts was what such a person would have been called.

Giving himself two chiding pats on his cheeks, Clark shook his head. To think like that would be a great foolishness, even with all his powers Superman in the comics has been on the losing end more times than Clark could count, and his colored parallel was even stronger –well some of his incarnations, - so for Clark to think himself as a god is just dooming himself.

"Why did you go leave me like that?" The voice of Rimuru brought him back as the slime had now caught up with his subordinates beside him. On his back Clark could see the wings that grown out of Rimuru's back, it gave him a kind of edge like look.

Shrugging Clark smirked, "No reason, I just wanted to test it out, my flight I mean." Performing a flip, he continued, "When given a chance to fly without wings man would take it in a heartbeat, so why don't you show me where our testing ground is supposed to be. Let's do it race style."

"Hmm~ you an amateur flights-man really want to go one on one with one of the best flyers in the forest? Oh, you're on."

Shion cut in objecting, "Bur Rimuru-sama, how am I supposed to stay by your side?"

Rimuru waved his hand brushing her concern, "You know where am going so no need to fret."

Clark turned to the taciturn Souka, "I'll see you there."

"Yes Clark, sir." The girl replied back stiffly eliciting a sigh from Clark. 'If she really wants to stick around, she really needs to loosen up that uptight attitude.'

"Ready to experience your first defeat Clark." Rimuru taunted.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Rimuru pointed to the blurry green mountains surrounded by mist as their goal. It really was far, Clark remarked to himself, far enough that he actually had to wait for some seconds before he could get a clear view.

As Shion began to cheer her lord, she looked at the dragonewt ninja beside her who remained silent, "Souka, what's the matter?"

With a light jump, Souka gave some space on the air, "It's nothing Shion-sama, I am just wondering who the winner of the race would be."

Placing both hands on her hips Shion said confidently, "Well we both know that Rimuru-sama, there is no need to speculate much further is there."

Souka only gave a shaky nod at the looming kijin. Shion-sama really is scary!' She thought. But that wasn't a surprise, everyone knew the relationship between Shion to Rimuru-sama was pure devotion bothering fanaticism, great was her faith to not even consider defeat on his person. Souka too was loyal to Rimuru-sama, but even she could admit it wasn't to the level of the berserker princess.

Maybe that was why she could Rimuru-sama's nervousness, the way his eyes shrank showed the uncertainty of the race's outcome as opposed to relaxed stance of the Light God… well she could only wait and see.

"READY…"

Both flyers took their positions as Shion called while her eyes remain supportively on her lord,

"GO!"

An instant later both kijin and dragonewt were flung in the air with the sonic boom that followed, their charge promptly gone.

It was interesting race indeed.

…..

Teeth grinding Rimuru upped his ante to full speed as the mountains zoomed in at full view. Maybe I might be able to win this.' But when he turned back Clark wasn't there. Did I actually blow him away?' Rimuru lips twitched, but nah~ who was he kidding, if Clark wasn't behind him then he quickly turned front only to see…

"What took you so long Rimuru, I've been waiting for you for a long~ time." Clark hung in the air while doing mock stretches, while the slime slowed to a halt. It wasn't even three seconds that they both took off, but Clark was apparently here already.

What speed?' Rimuru shook his head in amazement. There really was no challenge at all to no one's surprise, the Demon Seed slime included.

Whelp he could tick off the 'Race with your favorite Hero' wish list. And also say with full authority that kryptonians were super crazy fast.

Clark guffawed as if he knew what the slime was thinking.

Only you Superman, only you.