“Hey, why are you all staring at me?
Isn’t this a meeting?
An observation meeting?” Rimuru felt uncomfortable with so many heroes staring at him.
It was annoying.
A meeting or not, why stare at me?
“The guy for the meeting isn’t here yet, don’t rush.” Tatsumaki said, reaching out to pat Rimuru’s head.
Rimuru let Tatsumaki pat his head, sighing helplessly.
“How annoying, he’s late for the meeting and made me wait for him.
Does he know I have a lot of delicious food I haven’t eaten yet?
I just finished fighting the Deep Sea King, and I’m not even allowed to rest, huh.” Rimuru immediately started muttering, which made the heroes observing him a bit stunned.
They had thought Rimuru was the type who spoke little and disliked socializing, but unexpectedly, he had such a childlike nature.
Even Child Emperor, who might still be in elementary school, was probably more mature than him.
“Hahaha, what an interesting Little fellow.
I’m Atomic Samurai, S-Class Rank 4.
Let’s be friends.” While Rimuru was muttering, Atomic Samurai walked up to Rimuru and extended his right hand, wanting to shake hands with him.
However, Rimuru slapped Atomic Samurai’s hand away, saying what should have been his line to Saitama, “You’re too weak.
You’re not worthy of shaking my hand.
I only make friends with the strong.
Come find me to be friends when you’re stronger.” The other heroes around all had varied expressions after hearing Rimuru’s words.
Some were shocked, such as Child Emperor, Genos, and Bang.
“Rimuru, this Little fellow, doesn’t seem like the type to actively stir up trouble.
Did he have a grudge with Atomic Samurai?
I’ve never heard of it,” Bang muttered to himself, looking at Rimuru, who was sitting directly opposite him with an unreadable expression.
“Why would Rimuru actively provoke Atomic Samurai?
I don’t quite understand.
I’ll continue to observe.” Genos’s gaze was also fixed on Rimuru.
Having lived with Rimuru recently, he had a general idea of his personality.
Lazy, gluttonous, loves to sleep, play games, read books, and have fun.
Others raised an eyebrow, looking like they were enjoying the show, notably Flashy Flash, Tatsumaki, who was sitting next to Rimuru with her arms crossed, and Bofoi, who heard Rimuru’s words through Metal Knight and was currently in his base.
Of course, most were just watching coldly, as it had nothing to do with them.
Atomic Samurai glanced at his palm, which Rimuru had slapped red, a little surprised, then somewhat angry.
What did he mean?!
I lowered my pride to actively come and make friends with you, but you said I wasn’t worthy.
I’ll see just how strong you are!!
Thinking this, he took a step back and drew the katana from his waist.
“Miss Rimuru, are you insulting me, a swordsman?!
If so, I challenge you!!” Rimuru completely ignored Atomic Samurai, slightly lifting the mask on his face, taking a sip of tea, and then putting his mask back on.
“You can’t beat Atomic Samurai?
Why aren’t you moving?” Tatsumaki still wanted to see Rimuru’s combat scene with her own eyes.
Although she had seen it before, it was played through a video, which didn’t feel real.
Now that she had this opportunity, she certainly wouldn’t let it go.
“Because he’s too weak, I’m too lazy to move.” Rimuru turned to look at Tatsumaki, who was sitting next to him trying to stir up trouble, and answered truthfully.
After all, she was his servant, albeit for a limited time, but he didn’t want to lie.
Atomic Samurai, already fuming, became even angrier when he heard Rimuru’s words.
Without waiting for Rimuru to stand up, he slashed at Rimuru.
However, Rimuru merely raised his right hand.
Just as everyone was worried that Rimuru’s hand would be cut off by Atomic Samurai, a crisp sound entered everyone’s ears.
They looked sideways and saw that Rimuru’s fair, tender hand was covered with something like scales, which had blocked Atomic Samurai’s slash.
“If this is all your strength, then I truly overestimated you.” Rimuru lightly raised his arm, pushing back the sword that was chopping at his forearm.
At the same time, he stood up from the chair and rubbed the spot where he had just blocked the slash.
“It’s weaker than nail clippers.” “Oh, you took that quite easily.
If you fight Atomic Samurai, Rimuru, what’s the split?” Tatsumaki looked at Rimuru’s back with interest, resting her face in her right palm, completely enjoying the show.
All the other heroes also looked at Rimuru curiously, wanting to know the answer to this question.
“A three-seven split,” Rimuru thought for a moment and replied.
“A three-seven split, huh?
I thought it would be a one-nine split.
So Atomic Samurai isn’t that weak in your eyes,” Tatsumaki said, raising an eyebrow, a little surprised.
After all, Rimuru had been so arrogant before, but the result was a three-seven split.
Atomic Samurai’s expression also improved considerably.
His hands, gripping the katana, were still trembling slightly.
He hadn’t expected the layer of material covering Rimuru’s arm to be so hard; his hands were numb.
He had already been thinking of using Rimuru’s words as an excuse to stop the fight and give him a way out, since he was just a child and eccentric behavior was nothing unusual.
However, upon hearing Rimuru’s next words, his anger surged again.
“No, you’re overthinking it.
My three-seven split is not the three-seven split you’re thinking of.” Rimuru raised his hand, covered by Body Armor, and wagged a finger.
Without giving Tatsumaki a chance to speak, he continued, “My three-seven split means three punches from me, and he’ll be having his seventh-day funeral.” After Rimuru finished speaking, Tatsumaki burst into laughter, guffawing without restraint, “Three-seven split, three-seven split, I’m dying of laughter, so that’s what a three-seven split means.” Child Emperor also let out a snicker, but he tightly covered his mouth.
After all, he had a clear understanding of his own strength; he couldn’t beat Atomic Samurai.
Atomic Samurai was enraged.
He had just sheathed his katana, preparing to unleash a particularly vicious (crossed out) drawing slash on Rimuru, when he suddenly felt many transparent threads wrapped around his body.
Especially since the room was quite dark, if one didn’t look very carefully, they would be completely invisible.
“Don’t move.
I don’t really want to fight, because it’s boring.
Of course, if you want to die, then go ahead and move.” With the faint light from the screen, one could vaguely see many threads wrapped around Rimuru’s fingertips.
“Consider this a lesson for suddenly attacking me.” The next moment, Rimuru opened his left hand and flung out a giant spider web, suspending Atomic Samurai in mid-air.
Rimuru hadn’t realized before how useful Sticky Steel Thread was.
It seemed he could use it more often in the future.
After all, the simpler, the better, so he could have more resting time.
With Atomic Samurai suspended in mid-air by the Sticky Thread, the scene fell silent for a moment.
No one called Rimuru a monster or anything, after all, who didn’t have some unique skills?
After speaking, Rimuru sat back in his seat, his Body Armor dissipated, and he let out a big yawn, looking utterly bored.
He didn’t care if he would make enemies with these heroes or have a bad relationship, as he was just a passerby and wouldn’t stay in this world for long.
Not long after Rimuru sat down, the person in charge of the meeting finally arrived late.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Atomic Samurai hanging in mid-air, looking completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.
“Hey, stop staring and get on with the meeting.
I still have to eat when it’s over.” Rimuru used Universal Pull to drag the bewildered person in charge from the doorway and spoke at the same time.
He truly had no intention of showing off his strength; he just wanted to end the meeting quickly.
Otherwise, he would probably be tormented by Saitama’s descriptions of delicious food tonight, and he could already imagine Saitama’s smug look beside him, which made Rimuru furious just thinking about it.
“Ahem, well, the main reason for gathering everyone here is for Miss Rimuru’s ranking.
Forty-five minutes ago, in J-City, she easily defeated the Deep Sea King, who had consecutively beaten several A-Class Heroes and even the S-Class Hero Prisoner.
Therefore, headquarters has decided to once again raise Miss Rimuru’s ranking.” Rimuru glared fiercely at the guy for calling him “Miss,” but because his face was covered by a mask, all his expressions were hidden and went unnoticed.
“Our discussed result is to promote Miss Rimuru to S-Class Hero Rank 3.” The staff member looked at Bang as he said this.
Bang waved his hand, “Don’t look at this old man.
I am already very old, and my actions are becoming a bit difficult.
I am very happy to see capable young people rise up.” The staff member breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Bang’s words.
He had been worried about what to do if Bang disagreed, but fortunately, the old man was very reasonable.
“Since Mr.
Bang has no objections, Miss Rimuru’s rank will rise from S-Class Rank 5 to S-Class Rank 3.
Mr.
Bang and the heroes behind him will each drop one rank.” Rimuru was already very displeased, clenching his small fists tightly, trying his best to suppress his anger.
“Are you finished?” “Ah, Miss Rimuru, I am finished.
If there’s nothing else, the heroes may leave.” The staff member immediately replied respectfully to Rimuru after hearing his words.
“Good that you’re finished.
May I ask if you’ve eaten yet?” Rimuru stood up from the chair and walked over to the staff member, asking as he went.
“Huh?
I, I haven’t had time to eat yet, Miss Rimuru, is there something wrong?” “You haven’t eaten?
That’s great then, take this punch!
You damned annoying guy!!
How many times have I told you I’m a boy, I’m a boy!
‘Miss, Miss,’ I’ll show you who’s a Miss!!” Rimuru kicked the staff member to the ground, then proceeded to punch and kick him, cursing all the while.
After venting all his anger, he shook his hands and left the room.
The staff member lay on the ground, tear-streaked and bruised all over.
The good news, however, was that no bones were broken, and he wasn’t killed; he was just swollen.