The first ray of sunlight peeked out from the horizon beyond the massifs descending on the land of the Jura Forest, the leaves rustled synonymously from the trees in their myriad trusses ushering the cold winds of the mountains to the lowlands of the monster city of Jura Tempest Federation.

It was a new day for the citizens as always, while there had been a set-back in the autonomous activities of the prior day, today was going to be a good one, they could feel it.

If only they knew what that Good entails…

….

The crisp sounds of turning pages pervaded the opulent traditional room, the dim beige lighting of magical bulbs began to sputter out, it was a timer that signified the rising of the sun and the beginning of a new day, but its occupant paid no attention to that, his eyes set on the pictures and bubble speech contents each page provided, as he turned the pages slowly, captivatingly digesting its contents.

"So it's like that huh…" Rimuru muttered in intrigue as he read on.

[Hah….]

A tick appeared on the side of his forehead as he heard the disparaging sigh. She probably was tired, he told himself, absently wondering how something as immaterial as a Unique Skill could even feel tired.

[Hah…]

Now it's just distracting and irritating, but Rimuru did not decide to rise to the obvious bait set up by his sentiment skill. He had an inkling on the reason why it was behaving like this, but Rimuru wouldn't be the first to give in. He was the better man after all.

[Hah...]

"Ok what's your problem Great Sage? Can't you see that I'm reading something of grave importance," He said raising up a slim paperback waving it around which showed its colorful front cover, "So can you please cut it with the sigh, I'm reading here."

[Reading eh~ of dire importance I see… so reading a comic book all night is that important, good to know, I'll add it to my databank for future reference then.]

Sighing Rimuru closed the comic-book, dropping it on the ground on its back cover was an annual had a vibrant display with its title being among one of his favorite back when he was still Satoru Mikami.

"But Great Sage you yourself said we should know more about him," He inclined his head to the comic-book which displayed the depiction of the kryptonian only in the form of colorful drawings, at the heading was the label Superboy-Prime vs The Shazams , showing a picture of the Thunderers facing against an evil grinning Superboy.

"And as you said I am learning about him." Rimuru replied back.

[… Yes you're right] Great Sage acquiesced with Rimuru preening and then she added, [But still why go about it this way, Master possess the sub-skill effect Analysis with that shouldn't you be able to understanding everything you need to know about this frivolous matter.]

'Frivolous' Rimuru sweat-dropped, well in a way she was right by using Great Sage skills especially analysis he could have been done with all this in a split second, but…

Rimuru shook his head, as he said, "Nope even so I won't do it. After all if I'm going to learn about a comic book character, then I'll do it in my own way."

But the Unique Skill was deterred, [Even if you say that, what about Thought Acceleration.] The Skill offered, [With the skill you could read everything faster and still enjoy it as you do so.]

"X!" Rimuru said crossing his hands in an X shape as he did so, "It won't be the same if I do it like that you know…" His face turning philosophical, he opined an axiom, "As they say back in my world… Manga and Comics are ought to be enjoyed leisurely."

The emblematic wind blew at the silence that followed, showed how the Unique Skill felt concerning those words.

If the Skill could make a face it would be filled with long-suffering, [There is no such saying Master.]

Abruptly laughing Rimuru replied while rubbing the back of his head, "Well don't sweat the small stuff."

[….. Hah~ this is what I've become.] Great Sage sighed sardonically.

"Oi!" A knock at the side of his paper door interrupted Rimuru as he was about to give an indignant reply, He shifted to the book absorbing it back to his internal storage, that was his internal storage, that was his Stomach effect, thanks to his Gluttony Unique Skill.

The knock repeated itself, as the person responsible for called out, "Rimuru-sama, its Shion, may I come in?"

Seeing that everything was set and his room undisturbed he gave a clearing cough from his non-existent esophagus, "Come in."

The door slide open revealing his personal secretary, pristine and clean from her dressing to her new suit, one would never had guessed she was in a beat down from the happenings of yesterday.

'Although it was more of her fault than Clark's.'

With a smile Shion greeted him, "Good day to you Rimuru-sama, it's time for the presentation of the Light God to the village."

"Oh… oh!" Rimuru bounced up, as he looked out through the casement seeing that sun was rising. 'Damnit.' He cursed in his mind, the townspeople must have already been gathering at the square, and he was going to be late! With a thought his customary clothes of blue jacket and fur scarf settled on his frame.

As he and Shion moved out exiting the building, he halted for a moment pivoting to Shion, "Shion, about that thing I ordered..."

She nodded, "It has been done Rimuru-sama, by now it should have arrived at his residence."

"Just in time too, good" He continued on, his cheeks puffed up, mouth opened exhaling air loudly. His steps becoming more leisurely as he saw the buildings drew in larger.

'Now let's go welcome a kryptonian shall we?'

….

{Clark look up its morning.} Villa said.

A fully absorbed Clark blinked twice, as the light poured into his room, the rhizome had dimmed out, and white morning with the addition of the now rushing in noises signified the beginning of a new day.

"You're right Villa," He moved to the side of the bed where he placed his feet on the cold wooden polished floor, he had been so immersed in his discussion with Villa that he had not paid attention to the time, and that was quite disconcerting. An innate behavior to pop his neck and yawn itched him, but unfortunately he felt lively as sunflower, not even an ounce of fatigue from the lack of sleep affected him in anyway, in fact he felt like he was doused with a bucket of caffeine, like he could run forever, and that was annoying.

Not a day passed and he was already missing his human characteristics.

A knock resounded into the room breaking him out of his trance.

"I'm coming," Clark called out, standing up as he moved to the drawer pausing for a second, as he grimaced at the fragmented wooden handle. Slowly he pulled out his spandex suit which he held on one hand. He paused a bit as the familiar screen appeared before him.

UNEQUIP NIGHTWEAR?

YES/ NO

With a smirk Clark selected the 'YES' option, as his borne dress vanished appearing on his free arm smartly folded which he set on the bed.

"Damn that's cool." He muttered impressed.

One of the functions he got from the Inheritance System was the ability to store in Hyperspace, an infinite storage dimension, and he got the equip function from that. Its function was just like a RPG.

How it wasn't a Unique Skill he didn't know, Clark didn't care so he did not ask, but he presumed since it did not hold the evolutionary or growth function like his Ultimate Skills, it wasn't recognized by the Voice of the World.

'What a shame.' He thought idly.

Focusing on his spandex, the notification appeared.

KRYPTONIAN HOUSE OF EL UNIFORM WEAR, EQUIP?

YES/NO

With another 'YES' the spandex vanished appearing on his body in an instant, even the boot at the side of the bed which was not in his body possession.

'How handy.' He quipped.

He strode to the door opening it to reveal Gobiora who held a box parcel and seemed flustered for some reason.

"Good morning," He greeted with a smile.

"Good morning," She nodded, "Remember what I said yesterday, about seeing you on the dais." As Clark nodded, she continued, "Well you are expected to follow me, now."

"Now?"

"Yes now?" Suddenly bowing Gobiora apologized, "I forgot to inform of the time and by the time I was given the parcel, and the people were already heading for the town square."

Licking his upper lips, Clark suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't good with crowds, ever since that one time back at middle school, when he introduced himself as Clark Kent, the subsequent fight that followed and the looks thrown at him made him always to avoid anything that had to do with public presentation, but here was different. There was no one to laugh at his name, no one to make those annoying assumptions and throw jeering remarks.

Even though at the end their taunts seemed true now.

Shaking his head, Clark tried to give a soothing smile, "It's no problem, just lead the way I'll follow."

Gobiora was about to make way, that is until her eye made contact to the box she held, "Wait a moment Sir."

"It's Clark, call me Clark."

She paused before slowly repeating, "Then Clark, before you go, I was instructed to hand this to you." She presented the parcel to the kryptonian.

"What is it?" Clark asked, not bothering to use his x-ray vision to see through it.

"According to what I heard, it's a set of clothes from Rimuru-sama. It was given to you to provide additional clothes as you stay with us, after all from our knowledge apart from your… uniform you possess nothing else."

Nodding as he took it Clark said, "So I'm expected to change into it?"

"Yes," Gobiora said with a bright smile, "Rimuru-sama said that for the occasion, you are expected to wear the more sophisticated one."

"Sophisticated one?" He arched an eyebrow at the hobo-goblin smile. With a sigh he moved back to close the door, as he strode to his mirror.

Focusing on the parcel the notification appeared.

KEEP PARCEL CONTENTS IN HYPESPACE?

YES/NO

Agreeing, the box suddenly felt even lighter –if that were possible if Clark were to consider his current strength- the HUD appeared and on it's the contents showed. As he saw the holographic showcase of himself in each dresses, he began to blush.

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"Sophisticated my ass, damn that Rimuru," He growled. Apart from the two simple wear which looked like modern dress, the more gaudy dresses looked like something out of a cosplay convention. Although a better part of him said it actually looks cool…

Darn-it… before he could change his mind, he selected the one which held the tri color of white, red and blue.

UNEQUIPP KRYPTONIAN HOUSE OF EL UNIFORM WEAR / EQUIPP LEGENDARY ARTICLE?

YES/NO

"… Yes." Immediately his spandex getup, vanished into the dimensional storage and the light weight rested upon him. Giving himself a one over through the mirror, he had to admit. Rimuru really does have a canny eccentricity for fashion styles.

His upper wear consisted on a sleeveless fitting blue shirt of unknown material accented with two red lines that ran down, at the center held his familiar S, on both arms were detached long-sleeved of blue and red wrapped around his wrist side. On his waist was a gold griddle. Well it looked like gold and it didn't possess any ferrous scent so Clark decided it to be gold. Downwards was a pant of blue and side strap red, with his footwear being a pair of gladiator like boots. A clip of was it, cape?

Clark shook his head in disbelief at both the lucidity of the situation and his willingness to partake in it. Resting on the drawer was a long red velvety short sleeved jacket that looked like it was made of scales.

"Oy, Villa why didn't the interface equip me the jacket as well." He asked.

He could almost feel the A.I shrug as she replied, {I don't know Clark, maybe fashion sense.}

Huffing he went and put it on, giving a little twist, he smiled at the image he saw. 'How I wish Laurie and my parents were here to see me now.' Clark chortled at the thought.

"Clark, are you done, the people must have been gathering by now?" By the door Gobiora asked after she had knocked.

"Yeah I'm coming now," Clark replied moving to the door opening it to see the hobo-goblin, "Well sorry for the wait." He said with a grin.

But suddenly the hobo-goblin turned beet-red as her eye ran him over, "You-You…"

Titling his head Clark hummed bemused. But the effect was devastating for the hobo-goblin who eek and then sputtered, "I-i-i-i-in any case we're late so let's go." She said as she began to lead him on by pulling his hand.

"Gobiora wait." Clark said out loud, as she wrapped her hands around his, he still couldn't control his strength and if by mistake he unconsciously squeeze with too much strength then…

But Gobiora sliver hair rose with a voiceless shriek as she hastily released his hands as she interpreted the implication for her actions differently, "Sorry for that sir," She unconsciously reclined back to her old addressing, "Please if you can just follow me." And hastily power walked away before Clark could say anything.

Clark just assumed that she wasn't feeling herself wondering if monsters could get sick, well no use thinking about it, he washed off as he gave a mental shrug and followed.

With her face away from the kryptonian, Gobiora pressed her palms against her face, "By the great Rimuru-sama, what's wrong with me!" She wondered briefly if she was under a magic spell, for her to feel that way just by looking at his figure. But still…

It was quite pleasing to the eyes…

-TRoaKH-

Chattered murmuring buzzed at the square, as the inhabitants of the town speculated why they had been summoned, they all had various theories on the why but wasn't sure enough to give voice to opinions only using hushed whispers. But they all had one theory.

Whatever it was had to do with the incident that occurred the past day.

The subject of their shaky suspicions had finally arrived just some paces away from the growing crowd.

"Gobiora, is this total populace of the Jura Tempest?" Clark asked, as he took note of their number. Town or not, it was just too pint sized compare to the norm, Clark expected at least more than a Five Thousand or so when he saw the buildings, and the ones being worked on.

"We are approximately over Four Hundred or maybe even less," Gobiora replied as turning to him while waving a finger with a totting smile, "But don't let that cloud your judgment, originally we were around Three Hundred monsters, but now more join us when they hear of our city, and as a result of Rimuru-sama benevolence, we now comprises of various races. Just recently our populace had been supplemented with the additions of the orcs… no sorry, high-orcs. In any case I am sure that very soon our very own Jura Tempest will stand among the empire titans of the world."

Clark hummed at her reply, quirking his brows at the adoration she used when calling Rimuru, "You really respect Rimuru don't you." He noted.

Gobiora paused spinning to him fully as her steps slowed, "Respect? No, I adore Rimuru-sama, just some few months ago we were just some rag-tag goblin community, preys to the dangers of the Great Jura forest but now," She spread her arm widely, "Look at us now, all one harmonious clog, we no more fear to even leave the confines of our homes and it's all because to Rimuru-sama."

By then both Light God and evolved goblin had arrived, Rimuru who was the first to arrive said with a smile, "And now the man of the day has arrived," His retinue of kijins consisting of Benimaru, Shion, Shuna, Hakurou, Souei and that middle aged kijin he saw with that stocky man had arrived, Rigurd he saw at the side was organizing something up ahead.

The unknown kijin in question lifted a hand, "I'm Kurobe, as you can see I'm a kijin like the others nice to you."

Clark took the hand careful not to squeeze it, "And you as well." Before moving to the blue haired Humanoid, "So Rimuru, what's with this clothes?" He motioned at the jacket.

With an eye brow arched Rimuru replied impishly, "While isn't what I had in mind, the fact that you are wearing it shows that you actually like, or am I wrong?"

"You," Clark face burned, before shaking his head, "Before I change my mind, let's get this introduction over with."

"Yeah let's,"

Giving nods to the others who nodded amicably back, with even Shion surprisingly. Shuna was the one who spoke out first abruptly, "So how was it?"

Clark puzzled replied, "What?"

"The clothes," She said pointing out.

So she was the one who sewn them, and from the way Clark saw she was squirming, he guessed that she thought that he didn't like it.

"It's nice Shuna, I was saying all that just to get a rise out of Rimuru, in fact I could say you're a superb seamstress Shuna."

Shuna rested a hand against her chest with a relieving sigh, "Ah~ I see, I was only given the entire night to string it all up, while it was fortunate that there were materials at hand, I was nervous that you might not had liked the finished product."

Now Clark was impressed, "So you're saying that this was made just some hours ago," At her nod, he said in wonder, "I'm seriously impressed Shuna, seriously, you must be a real talent for you to create something as fashionable as this in only just a short time."

The kijins behind Clark smiled at the scene, even Shion who was at Rimuru side nodded lightly in agreement.

While Rimuru who kept track of the conversation, pumped his fist internally, 'Plan to integrate Superboy-Prime into Jura Tempest Step 0.1, complete.'

[How diabolical Master.]

'Eh~ you were going to suggest something similar, so you be quiet.'

By now the gathering was enough that the streets were filled, idly Clark spotted some drawn tables and stools outside, a building, and from the building came out the scent of delectable cuisine. While since he had become a kryptonian, he had experienced any hunger pangs even though he hadn't eaten since yesterday, and from what Villa told him, that biological need was now considered obsolete. But the aroma still told him that while he would never be hungry, food was still food, and he would eat it given the chance.

Rimuru who realized where his eyes went to smile as she said, "We're going to do a small celebration, so don't worry there's going to be more than enough."

'Rimuru really is a good guy,' Clark gathered, and that was why he made a mental note to confirm what Rimuru had been hiding from him. Depending on what he might hear might make him reveal some tidbits about himself to him.

' Like I'm possibly some comic book character.' God, that was still hard to digest.

"You're really one kind of girl Rimuru," He said out abstractedly.

All Kijins and lone evolved were wide-eyed experiencing different levels of being startled, but at their core they all repeated the same thing.

' Rimuru-sama. Girl?!'

Rimuru in turn was owl-eyed, 'G-Girl, did he just refer to me as a girl?'

[Yes Master] Great Sage replied, if it were possible Rimuru could have sworn he felt the mirth in her reply.

Just as he was about to huffly correct him, Rimuru paused. 'Wait… can't I use this?' He speculated, the fact that Clark had believed him as a girl was while irking, meant that his approach could be softer, as Clark believes he was dealing with the fairer sex. Biologically as a slime Rimuru was a genderless creature. While his reincarnation was the male human Satoru Mikami, the same could be said to being a female as his front was due to Shizu as whereas he could just shape shift into his old form, this was better… but still, to go with his assumption.

'Gah! Just do it Rimuru.'

"No problem," The Demon Seed replied with an eye twitching.

Unknowing that later on. His agreement to an innocuous supposition would lead to serious reparations of the heart.

But while Rimuru appeared calm on the outside, his subordinates on the other hand were flabbergasted.

"Ri-Rimuru-sama?" Shion and Shuna said simultaneously, Rimuru just looked forward inwardly regretting that he even thought of such a thing.

"But Rimuru-sama haven't you ordered us to address yourself as a male." Benimaru unintentionally and unhelpfully inquired. He knew how vehemently Rimuru-sama advocated for being addressed as a male, however the others may say otherwise and now for His lord to just agree out of the blue. Incomprehensible….

"Male?" Clark turned to the now flushed Rimuru, "You're a guy?"

"Well~ in truth as a result of my species I'm genderless," Rimuru replied, a little bit surprised the kryptonian never got a hint back when he introduced his past life's name, and to be honest he doesn't really want to explain much. Turning fully to the kryptonian and his subordinates, Rimuru decided to be practical in his clarification, "You know what…? Clark catch me."

"What?" Before Clark could get a full word, the leader of the Jura Tempest Federation leapt over to him transfiguring, before a sound even carried on, what landed on his stretched arm was a blue blob like creature, "What the hell?!" Clark eyes widened, but he didn't drop the creature –that is Rimuru- down.

"One guess on what I am?" Rimuru incanted.

An eye twitching Clark replied as he gazed at the one most common creature in fantasy novels, "Of course, you're a slime," He elevated the creature to his eye level for better view. And apart from the two slanted lines that likened to the eyes, there wasn't much else.

"Well specifically its Demon-seed slime," Rimuru corrected.

"Yea-Yea, but can you even see in this form," Clark asked, still trying to grasp how the young girl he was talking to had become some so gelatinous looking and... Cute? 'Damn…' Clark repeated, 'Fantasy world is really bizarre as hell.'

"Yep I do." He jumped out of Clark's arms transforming back to his humanoid form, "So you see. Boy, girl, I'm whatever I want to be, so let's leave it at that, shall we?"

"Y-Yes…" Clark dazedly replied.

The subordinates knew Rimuru-sama's words were meant for them also as they all followed, their own various, 'Yes…'

Arriving at the platform which held them all with even more space, Rimuru left the group heading towards the crowd with a planted genuine smile.

With a mock cough he got all their attention, "Eh, citizens," He began. Cringing at how he felt like a politician on an election campaign, 'The next time I do this, it will be just a simple introduction.' But unfortunately Rimuru had to do this to assuage the concerns of his people concerning yesterday issue.

"The day before was undoubtedly alarming, probably even frightening to some of you here. But I say now that, what happened now that what occurred to us was all an unfortunate accident unintended by our visitor. A God of Light who has come to us all the way from the very stars."

" Oh~!"

'Wait what?!' Clark blinked, what the heck this girl was saying, he didn't know manner of rhetoric Rimuru was utilizing but to call him that, even though it was technically true. But to aggrandize it in this way… Clark halted in his mental musing as he saw Rimuru gesturing at him.

"Clark, it's your turn to go out." Gobiora whispered to him.

Right now wasn't the time to think about how Rimuru painted him. 'Ah I'm not good with crowds.' Now more than ever he wanted to back out. He held his breath as he ambled towards the center of the podium as the eyes of the congregation swept at him. He could already hear the rumors abounding.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Clark Kent." He began, the quiet that followed showed he got their attention as for whatever reason, they all synonymously began to perspire, heavy breathing followed like they were choked, and the stunk of sweat permeated the air.

"Oi Clark," Rimuru whispered covertly, "Tone it down with the aura, you going to kill someone at this rate."

Even if you say that…' Clark grumbled, he still didn't know what the deal with all this aura business was.

{I believe I can help with that Clark.}

"Villa, you can? Well please do." Clark thought mentally, as suddenly he felt a warm kind of air being sucked into his body, like it was being withdrawn, at the same time the audience faces slowly shifted, no longer bearing that fear, although there were still traces of consternation.

"Ahem, I just want to say, I'm sorry." Clark bowed in apology, "While unintentional that didn't mean it was an excuse to do what I did, many people were hurt in one way or the other." From the crowd, he saw the intent stare of the oval head hobo-goblin of yesterday, the one who he fell a building on. Clark felt bad for what he did, with a pained face he continued, "I woke up in a place I have no knowledge of, and you all helped me without any second thoughts."

Behind him the kijins especially Benimaru shifted uncomfortably.

"So that is why I say, to you all that I'm happy to have found myself in a such hospitable town, and I hope you all could have me in my stare." Clark finished standing back up.

For a moment silence reigned as they all stared at the Light God, for a moment Rimuru thought that there might be a problem. That was until Gobuta began clapping furiously.

"Hey everyone why aren't you clapping, or is are we not cordial enough to forgive such a simple mistake."

From his side a fellow hobo-goblin with a red bandana huffed, "Look at you Gobuta," He began to clap also as he turned to the others loudly, "What are you waiting for guys? Or do you need an invitation or something."

One by one claps congregated into a resounding applause. Hearty cheers were cried out as they all looked at him not as a stranger, but a honored guest.

The light pressure at his side made Clark turn his head to see Rimuru playfully nudging him, "Look at you, really know how to put out a speech, eh."

Wryly Clark cupped the back of his head, balancing a hand against his girdle, "Don't even mention it, you don't know how many times I just wanted to scream. How I never did was a mystery."

Rimuru chuckled shakily, as he considered the casualties, while none were fatal, the number of injured were everyone, only him and the most evolved were spared, "Please don't do that."

"Well I'll try."

As the applaud quiet down Rimuru took the lead once again, "Alright I've held you all long enough… now let's all go eat that appealing culinary at the refectory, cause while I don't know about you all, I'm craving for something delicious."

With a loud cheer the crowd began to disperse, Gobiora tugged Clark clothes as she said, "I'm going down, I think I promised my brother to eat with him today," She pointed at the bandana hobo-goblin, "So see you later in the day."

"Yeah till later then," Clark replied back, cheerily Gobiora trotted over to her brother who spoke some words that made her to blush and slap him over his shoulders. Clark would have heard them, but for courtesy tried not to as he drowned himself in the buzzing of the crowd.

A hand pulled his over as Rimuru lead him over to the refectory, "You really don't want to dawdle around Clark trust me I know." Shaking his head, the kryptonian allowed himself allowed himself to follow the slime.

Clark did not know why he was summoned to this world, to this very town, where all seemed inhuman yet human. In a corner of his heart he wished that the townspeople actually treated him coldly as it would provide him with more incentive to strive in going back to his world. But now… as he saw their genial smiles, as they welcomed him. Maybe, just maybe he could take it slowly, and by the time he goes back he would have enough story to tell his parents, and Laurie.

"Right behind you Rimuru."

So begins the tale of the Golden Emperor of Heroes… and Monsters.