Day Fourteen of Reincarnation as Rimuru

With that bite, the conversion progress shot up nearly 3%! It was already at 13%, and if he took a few more bites, wouldn’t that mean he could pass through the transition period painlessly?

Oser was like a potent tonic—how could Rimuru not eat a bit more and honor Morax’s previous hard work? (chanting tone)

So, seeing his precious tonic pill slipping away, Rimuru hurriedly lunged into the sea, trying to chase after it for a few more bites.

“Don’t run! Give me one more bite!”

Hearing this, Oser sped up even more.

Eat, eat, eat—that was all he knew. If he stopped to let you eat, wouldn’t that be his doom?

Did he take Rimuru for a pig?

The remaining four heads of the water-blue giant snake quickly dived into the deep sea; within a few breaths, it vanished without a trace.

“Rimuru!”

At that moment, Morax finally reacted. His golden-orange pupils narrowed into a diamond-shaped slit, and the man dashed forward, catching the slime who was almost entering the water into his arms.

The plump slime was squeezed into a slender waist by the forceful God of Earth, yet even then, Rimuru was still trying to get into the water.

—What could he do? Oser was just too nourishing, who could resist?

Anyway, Rimuru couldn’t resist.

So, he struggled wildly, trying to catch up with Oser for a hearty meal. Fortunately, Morax was strong; otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to hold back this ferociously hungry slime.

“Don’t eat things recklessly,” Morax frowned and scolded.

He had said earlier that after eating his rock spear, his stomach got upset, so why hadn’t he learned the lesson and was still eyeing Oser?

Could it be that Jinping and the others hadn’t provided Rimuru with enough food on the road? That’s why Rimuru was so hungry he gnawed on a demon god?

Morax frowned, guessing silently.

When the solemn voice of the God of Earth entered the slime’s ears, the excited Rimuru instantly froze. If he remembered correctly, the Oser he had just eaten seemed to be the same kind as Morax?

Help! Eating one demon god in front of another—wouldn’t Morax treat him as a cannibalistic (divine) demon on the spot?

Rimuru’s expression gradually turned terrified.

[Note: “Demon god” is a title, not a species, so these two are not the same kind. Please rest assured.]

Rimuru’s thought process was always quirky, but luckily the King of Wisdom was very reliable. Raphael’s explanation quickly eased Rimuru’s worries.

—That’s good, that’s good.

Knowing Morax wouldn’t cruelly kill his slime for eating a fellow demon god, Rimuru breathed a sigh of relief.

“Calmed down?”

Seeing the slime in his arms no longer struggling, Morax gradually relaxed his grip.

Rimuru awkwardly scratched his head. “Haha… Just now I wasn’t eating—I was… a bit out of it! Morax, you surely understand, right?”

If chasing Oser to nibble was a sign of being out of it, Morax definitely wouldn’t understand.

Because even if he were out of it, he would only hit harder.

So the God of Earth honestly shook his head. “Sorry, Rimuru, I cannot understand.”

“Hey, this is exactly when you should pretend to understand!” Rimuru was annoyed and embarrassed. He stretched out and headbutted Morax’s chin hard.

Though struck by the slime’s headbutt, the tough rock dragon felt no pain at all.

“Is that so?” Morax calmly looked down at Rimuru with a puzzled gaze. “If so, then I have deceived you.”

Did Rimuru prefer to be deceived just to hear more agreeable words?

The God of Earth’s eyes clearly said so.

Rimuru twitched the corner of his mouth, leaving Morax speechless. “It’s fine, you’re pretty good like this.”

Though very different from the smooth and tactful Zhongli remembered, perhaps this kind of bluntness and recklessness should belong to the present-day Morax.

***

Rimuru soon forgot the matter. He twisted his body to look around, nearly breaking his voice at the sight of the chaotic Yunlai Sea.

“Damn—Morax, isn’t this basically filling the sea to create land??”

Is this the power of a god?

The slime was utterly shocked.

During the battle against the God of the Whirlpool and the sea beast “Ba Qiu,” Morax had gone all out, unleashing a huge number of rock spears to heavily injure the enemy.

These rock spears not only fulfilled their mission but also unexpectedly created a rugged landmass out of thin air in the sea.

Morax’s expression was indifferent as he glanced at his handiwork. “Filling the sea to create land… let’s say that, for now.”

This land, forged from the cornerstone of a god, was extremely rough but surprisingly suitable for building a port city focused on foreign trade. Perhaps after pacifying the dangers in the sea, he might relocate his people here—but definitely not now.

After the battle, Morax’s aura weakened slightly. The slime in his arms lifted its head sharply. “Morax, do you need treatment?”

“Treatment?” The god looked down in confusion, not quite understanding.

Seeing that tired handsome face, Rimuru naturally nodded. “Come heal in my stomach—it’ll take less than a minute to fix you. Want to try?”

Rimuru’s expression was eager, but upon hearing the treatment location, Morax’s expression stiffened for a moment.

“No need. I’ll rest a bit and be fine.” Morax turned expressionlessly and left. “Since Oser and Ba Qiu have fled, we should return as well.”

This lesson was enough to keep them quiet for a while.

As for being swallowed whole by the slime in his arms, Morax said he didn’t really want to experience that. That kind of thing was better left to Oser.

Suddenly turning his gaze 180 degrees, Rimuru felt dizzy and shook his head hard. “Right, I wonder if your people were affected by the battle. I hope Jinping and the others have kept the exchanged food safe.”

“Let’s go! Let’s hurry back!”

Afraid that the food meant to fill their stomachs might be at risk, Rimuru urged the reluctant driver, Morax.

“Alright.”

Fortunately, the man didn’t mind and even sighed in relief when he realized Rimuru didn’t ask again about treatment.

Without further words, Morax carried Rimuru and swiftly flew back to the main peak of Tianheng.

Meanwhile, Jinping and the others had already returned to the tribe. Following Rimuru’s instructions, they collected both the exchanged food and the tribe’s own supplies, storing as much as possible in stone warehouses personally made by Morax.

Although some fragile houses collapsed from the battle’s shockwaves, overall losses were not severe.

“Lord Morax!”

Jinping spotted their god flying back from Yunlai Sea and immediately put down his tasks to greet the victorious God of Earth.

“No need for formalities. Report the personnel and material losses first.”

Morax landed slowly with Rimuru in his arms and used divine power to stop Jinping from kneeling respectfully.

Jinping’s gaze lingered briefly on the slime in Morax’s arms before snapping back to attention.

“Yes!”

He quickly reported the tribe’s losses to Morax.

After hearing the report and learning that the tribe had no casualties and that food and weapons were intact, Morax was quite pleased.

“Well done.”

Morax was generous with his praise. Jinping accepted it calmly. Before Morax left, Jinping remembered an important matter yet to report and hurriedly called him back.

“Lord Morax, there is one more matter to report.”

“Oh? What is it?”

Morax stopped and nodded slightly, signaling Jinping to speak freely.

“It concerns Lord Rimuru’s acting on your behalf to form an alliance with the Dust King.”

Jinping glanced at the water-blue slime dozing comfortably in Morax’s arms and continued: “This is the token of alliance entrusted to me by the Dust King. That lord even said this hand crossbow is something Lord Rimuru praised highly.”

“?”

Looking at the exquisite hand crossbow Jinping handed him, Morax showed a rare expression of confusion.

An alliance?

Had he ever told Rimuru to ally with that Dust God?

And why did the Dust God specifically mention that Rimuru had praised this hand crossbow?

Morax pressed his lips. If he wasn’t mistaken, the Dust God was boasting to him—she was very much favored by Rimuru?

After waiting a long while for Morax’s response without success, Jinping’s forehead broke out in a few cold sweats. The alliance had clearly been decided unilaterally by Rimuru.

This was bad. Morax surely wouldn’t blame Rimuru for this, would he?

Sensing Morax’s mood shift, Rimuru groggily opened his eyes. “Hmm? Why is everyone so quiet? …Wait, Morax, what’s with that look?”

When did he upset Morax?!

That guy was showing that terrifying gaze from their very first meeting again!!

Seeing Rimuru so oblivious, Morax didn’t ask now and only said, “We’ll talk about this when we get back.”

…

Morax took the hand crossbow and had Jinping continue dealing with the aftermath while he brought Rimuru to his office—the same place as his residence.

It was a secluded cave on the highest peak of Tianheng Mountain.

“You were supposed to go exchange food, right?”

Morax sat on a stone bench, squinting slowly as he fixed his gaze on a certain scheming slime. “Why are you bringing news of the Dust God wanting to ally with me? And I heard it was you who brought it up first?”

Caught off guard by Morax’s questioning, the once reckless Rimuru suddenly remembered the real purpose of this trip.

—Right, Morax only told him to get food from Gui Zhong…

Knowing he had taken a big step without Morax’s permission, Rimuru instantly felt guilty. A bead of sweat slowly slid down from the back of his head, and his soft body gradually stiffened.

He had thought about the alliance initially but didn’t think he had actively brought it up. It was Gui Zhong who misunderstood!!

But in the end, he went along and accepted the alliance. So he couldn’t entirely blame Gui Zhong…

Seeing that Morax seemed genuinely angry, Rimuru was on high alert.

“Ahahaha, it’s a long story…”

His gaze darted nervously as he hesitated, then deliberately showed sparkling eyes and rubbed his hands hard, trying to use his slime appearance to look cute and get away with it.

It seemed Rimuru was trying to charm his way out, though Morax, despite finding the slime cute, wasn’t buying it when it came to serious matters.

“Then get to the point.”

The God of Earth was as forceful and cold as when they first met, leaving Rimuru no chance to dodge.

“Yikes!”

The slime once again burst apart in place from fright.

Seeing Morax’s gaze growing dangerous, Rimuru trembled violently, quickly sliding into a kneeling position. “Waaah, I’m sorry! QAQ It’s my fault!! You can scold me all you want, but I warn you—no rock spear attacks!”

He couldn’t withstand being pierced by Morax right now.

He was just too fragile!

Slime fainted.