Ding!
Command received.
Summoning in progress.
Ding!
Summoning successful.
100 Summoning Points consumed.
Ding!
Congratulations, Host.
You have obtained Primordial Black, Diablo, from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime.
As the System’s voice faded, Ren Mori froze slightly.
“Slime?
Primordial Black?
Diablo?” Yes.
Ren Mori still had some impression of this person.
Like Madara Uchiha, Diablo was an absurdly powerful existence.
However, there was one major difference.
Ren Mori knew Madara extremely well.
But his memories of Diablo had already become very vague…
So vague that he could barely even remember what Diablo looked like.
If the System had not mentioned That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, he probably would not have remembered him at all.
While Ren Mori was thinking, the same phenomenon as the first summoning occurred.
White light began radiating from his body.
Soon, the light separated from him and descended nearby.
The glowing mass slowly took on a human shape.
Then, as the figure opened his eyes, the white light covering him began peeling away bit by bit.
Eventually, a man appeared before Ren Mori.
He had short black hair and orange eyes resembling the glow of a setting sun.
He wore a black suit over layers of purple and white clothing, while a pair of black, bat-like wings extended from his back.
He was none other than— Primordial Black, Diablo.
“What an unusual world.” “The aura here is completely different from the world I once inhabited.” Diablo murmured softly.
Then his sharp orange eyes settled on Ren Mori.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
With the graceful bearing of a gentleman, he addressed Ren Mori.
“May I follow you from this day forward?” Ren Mori paused, looking at Diablo with some surprise.
However, just as he was about to answer— Suddenly— A figure wielding a sickle descended from above.
Diablo was momentarily startled.
He had never expected someone to suddenly attack him out of nowhere.
But his body merely shifted slightly— and he effortlessly avoided the descending sickle.
BOOM!
Madara Uchiha’s strike smashed directly into the deck, blasting open a large crater as cracks spread outward in every direction.
“It seems…
someone finally showed up who’s worth fighting.” Madara rested the sickle across his shoulder.
An excited expression appeared on his face.
Diablo turned toward Ren Mori.
Then, in an almost casual tone, he asked, “May I kill him?” Before Ren Mori could answer— Madara burst into laughter.
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