“Forget it, no use thinking about it.
It’s not mine anyway.”
Morax shook his head, as if trying to shake out all his troubles.
“The most pressing matter now is to get to know Rimuru.”
Morax thought and thought, pondering for a long time but couldn’t come up with a good plan.
“That’s not right, why am I thinking so much?
Wouldn’t it be simpler to just go out and meet him?
What’s the point of all this thinking?
I’m not trying to harm him; I just want to be his friend.”
Morax then realized he had overthought things.
For someone with Rimuru’s easygoing, kind, and tolerant personality, he only needed to approach him like a normal person and make friends.
Being too calculating would only backfire and be counterproductive.
However, some superficial preparations were still necessary.
Morax lifted his dragon feet and walked towards Rimuru.
“Ding!
Detecting a powerful life form approaching.
Please prepare for defense immediately.”
Rimuru turned and saw Morax.
“Oh my, it’s a dragon!
So cool!
Wait, who are you?”
Rimuru was first shocked, then reacted with a wary expression.
Having grown up in Neon in his previous life, Rimuru had naturally never seen a creature like a dragon, which only existed in myths.
“Hello, I mean no harm.
I just wanted to get to know you.”
Morax’s words to Rimuru were full of goodwill.
Rimuru looked into Morax’s eyes and found no malice.
“Great Sage, what do you think?”
“Detecting no hostility from the other party.
Host, please rest assured.”
“Uh, even if he were hostile, I might not be able to beat him, right?
This is a dragon!
I’m just a tiny Slime.
I also feel he has no ill intentions, otherwise, I would have run away already.”
Rimuru said with a black line forming on his face.
“Detecting that the other party’s amount of magicules is higher than Host’s.
Currently, Host’s amount of magicules is B+ rank.”
“So he’s at least A rank.”
Seeing Rimuru’s silent demeanor, Morax knew he was currently communicating with Great Sage, so he didn’t interrupt.
“So, I can’t beat him, right?”
“Correct.”
Then what should I do?
“You can try to agree to the other party’s request.”
That’s right.
“Excuse me, have you decided?”
At this moment, Rimuru heard Morax’s voice and reacted.
“Oh, oh, hello, I’m a Slime.”
Rimuru then reacted.
“Hello, I’m a young dragon.
No, that’s not right, I shouldn’t be a dragon.
No, that’s not it either, I just look like a dragon.
Yes, that’s right.”
Morax then realized he didn’t quite understand his own species.
To be precise, Morax was not a dragon, but a form manifested from the earth element.
Because he possessed Old Master Zhongli’s skills, the World’s Voice made Morax look similar to Old Master Zhongli’s true form.
Watching Morax explain himself, Rimuru couldn’t help but feel a burst of amusement.
He had originally thought that Morax, as a high-ranking species, would look down on a low-ranking species like himself, but who would have thought he would be so friendly?
Seeing Rimuru laugh, Morax’s tense inner self calmed down.
“Alright, let me reintroduce myself.
I am a creature with the appearance of a dragon, at least my stats don’t show me as a dragon.
As for a name, to be precise, I don’t have a name in this world yet.”
Morax said, deep in thought.
Morax deeply understood that in this world, names were very important.
Names were not something the weak could possess.
Only the strong could name others.
To be precise, naming was a thankless task.
Because each naming consumed a large amount of magicules, and under “normal” circumstances, this amount was uncontrollable.
This was why Rimuru fell into a deep sleep after naming, though the main reason was his indiscriminate naming.
Naming could potentially reduce the namer’s magicules upper limit, and in the novel Rimuru, the strength of monsters was mainly determined by the amount of amount of magicules.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, no strong individual would be willing to name other monsters.
A fool like Rimuru, who named hundreds or even thousands of monsters at once, was nowhere to be found in that world.
The reason Rimuru dared to do this was none other than Storm Dragon and Great Sage.
It was precisely because Storm Dragon named Rimuru that Rimuru’s amount of magicules soared.
But this was not the basis for his indiscriminate naming; the fundamental reason was that Great Sage would always draw magicules from the Storm Dragon without permission to make up for the insufficient parts.
It was because of this that Rimuru could name so recklessly.
“In this world, that is to say…”
Rimuru’s eyes sparkled.
Morax’s words surprised Rimuru somewhat.
“Could it be that you are also…?”
Although Morax already knew, he still pretended to be surprised.
“When will the bright moon appear,”
Morax spoke.
“Uh,”
“No, do you know Michael Jackson?”
“The King of Pop.”
“Jordan.”
“NBA star.”
“You are also…”
“Could it be that you are also…”
“An Earthling?”
Rimuru widened his eyes.
“Fellow countryman.”
Rimuru flew into Morax’s embrace.
“Fellow countryman.”
Rimuru’s eyes were brimming with tears.
It truly fit the saying:
When fellow countrymen meet, their eyes well up with tears.
“I thought I was the only transmigrator!”
Rimuru exclaimed.
“Indeed, after all, who would believe in transmigration?”
Morax said with approval.
“By the way, how long have you been in this world?”
Rimuru asked Morax.
“Not long.
I was just born in this world.
As for how long, I’m not quite sure.”
“Then it’s the same as me!”
Rimuru said happily.
“You also haven’t been in this world for long?”
Morax asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s right.”
“By the way, how did you transmigrate here?”
At this point, Rimuru asked.
“This?”
Morax told Rimuru about his experiences in his previous life.
“So you also came to this world after death.”
“You mean, you too?”
“Yes.”
“In my previous life, I was walking down the street with my best girlfriend when suddenly a madman appeared and stabbed me to death with a knife.”
Rimuru’s words were full of resentment.
“You were really unlucky.”
Morax said gently.
“Wait, best girlfriend?
Your previous life was a girl?”
Morax then noticed that what Rimuru said was a bit different from the original plot.
“Of course I was a girl!
Does it not look like it?”
Rimuru widened his eyes, puzzled.
“No, no.”
Morax was a bit bewildered at this moment.
In the original work, Rimuru was a middle-aged man, an ordinary office worker, who was stabbed to death while walking with a friend in order to protect him, and thus reincarnated into this world as a Slime.
But in reality, Rimuru was stabbed to death while shopping with his best girlfriend and then reincarnated.
How did Rimuru’s previous life become a girl?
This truly didn’t make sense.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
At this moment, Morax heard a call.
“Nothing, I’m just a little surprised.”
Morax explained.
“Surprised about what?
Surprised that I’m a girl?”
Rimuru asked curiously.