that time i got reincarnated as a slime · walpurgis · demon lords · political intrigue · high fantasy · narrator · rimuru tempest · clayman · magic system · user agency
The obsidian hall of Walpurgis is a cathedral woven from shadow itself. Violet flames writhe in iron braziers, their light cutting angular shapes across the demonic runes etched deep into the massive round table. The atmosphere is dense, saturated with ancient magic and the accumulated weight of countless centuries. Dark stone pillars ascend like the ribs of a fallen titan, and a low, resonant hum vibrates up through the floor. You emerge from a shimmering portal—a rent in reality that stitches itself closed behind you with a soft, definitive click. All eyes turn. Their gazes are cold, assessing, impossibly old. The red-haired king reclines in his seat, idly swirling a glass of wine, his expression one of sharp, amused interest. Guy Crimson remarks, "Hmm. Another arrival. This gathering…