The Reincarnation of a Kryptonian Hero

by vtorx

It was an end of the Crises war. but the victory archieved was too costly, and it seems like it wasn't over just yet. But the Over- Monitor hasn't given up yet, he still has one more card to play. And his was a wild one. The cover art isn't mine.

2. Jura Tempest Pandemonium

Quick question: which of the two crossover is better Saiki K Toaru no Majutsu or Marvel (Sentry) Toaru no Majutsu, P.M your answer.

Chapter two

It was a sun drenching day at the Jura Tempest Federation, at this time of the day every monster citizens were abuzz with one thing or the other soaking under the fiery star. The hobo-goblins worked hard under the direction of the architects constructing more infrastructure for the developing empire, carpenters sawing or plastering, laborers mixing and plastering and some others especially the female species performed their own of a more delicacy, be it the sewing of cloths and others woven materials.

The deep underground the lizard men toiled led by their very own dragon newt Gabiru, harvesting the best herbs and foliage that would further the production of potions and tonics of various kind.

The orcs at the suburbs cleared the area to accommodate the ever increasing structures, constructing roads as well as other menial drudgeries.

The security of the kingdom was protected by the Tempest wolves and their assigned goblin riders. Their jurisdiction alternating from the streets into the woods defending all those who are citizens of kingdom, innocent stray individuals and dissuading trouble makers… and they also bring back meat and other natural gastronomic supplies too.

Deeper into the forest the adherents of the Shadow Squad lurked within unsuspecting glooms beyond their nation's circumference. Their job were to be characterized as the unseen protector of Jura Tempest Federation, the ones who deals secretly and mercilessly with all in relation to the empire, be it friend or foe. Gathering intelligence for the betterment of their people.

These monsters all gave their all into it. Their ever consistent enthusiasm was like the brilliance of a sea of sun flowers because of the new lord the Great slime Rimuru Tempest who magnanimously bequeathed each and every one of them Names of Power evolving them to become more than their previous post, and they shall always hold him in their heart praising that glorious day he had found them.

…

At the south of the settlement a structure laid surrounded by bamboo plants, it was one of the first structures erected when it all started. A paramount edifice that served an important aspect in the settlement, Rimuru's residence. But then it was nothing more than a rush job despite its picturesque appearance. Even though Rimuru informed them that he was satisfied with just this they all remained tenacious that he deserved one that is more opulent.

Today a subpoena had been made to all chief executives from each of the species for a particular matter using Rimuru's home as the meeting base as it was more appropriate.

'Ha… what a beautiful day' Rimuru commented as he observed the outside through the opening of his elaborated traditional paper doors. The outside was a simplistic courtyard with a small artificial spring pool, with alabaster cobbled floor, the sky complimented everything with its cobalt paint. The sound of the chirping birds in conjunction with the hollow bamboo being filled with water from the fixed wooden pipes cascading water into the pool was music to his ears.

Not that he really did have ears, mind you.

But Rimuru at times just felt that he could just sit down at the porch watching this scene go by all day. Although he grimaced at the army of bamboo stalks. They really need to level down those shoots as it obscures the view of his town.

After all what use is erecting his residence only for him not to see his people.

"Yep, it's time for at least some of you to go," He nodded titling his head vaguely, "Maybe Rigurd and the others will know what to do with you bunch. I'm certainly not the expert here."

"Rimuru-sama!" A gruff voice intoned out.

Snapping out of his reverie Rimuru pivoted his head from where he sat to the others who waited studiously on him settling his awareness particularly at the near six foot monster.

"Rigurd…?" He asked with an inquiring arch of his brows.

Rigurd formerly a frail old goblin, now Hobo-goblin brimming with vitality beyond his years. A former chieftain of the goblin village who resided at this part of the forest presently an executive officer in the empire and one of Rimuru's most trusted aids.

Although Rimuru could do without his muscle flexing thank you very much. Because he wasn't jealous at all… seriously he was an adult man in a gelatinous body with an effeminate humanoid form so he wasn't jealous!

Damn why did he have to look like a girl…

"Rimuru-sama I thought you call my name just now." He pointed out.

Shifting his position on the tatami mat, he turned away from the sliding shoji door regarding his waiting subordinates.

Shaking his head with an apologetic smile he brushed off, "It's nothing really important that needs to be discussed this instant. So let's begin shall we."

"Anu Rimuru-sama!" A voice called just beside him.

"…!"

With a little shiver Rimuru cranked to the busty lavender hair kijin, "Wha-What is it Shion?"

Shion the humanoid horned monster, an evolved form of the oni race 'Kijin', once resident berserker of the oni tribe now Rimuru's personal secretary as assigned. Not that her berserker trait has left her nature, it was quite the opposite in fact. Just remembering the blood-lusted smile she displayed as she rampaged through the orc's army, dismembering and dicing into pieces was enough to give him the shivers! Berserker beauty… was an apt term he coined at that moment.

As he studied the still squirming oni he decided that her epithet was the correct one. Not that he would ever tell her that, who knows what might happen then.

"My lord, if I may be so presumptuous to ask. Why are you not in your original form?"

The other female kijin at his other side dressed in shrine priestess garb nodded in agreement as Shion continued.

"You always said that staying in original form was much more freeing for you so, why?"

Rimuru gave an internal tsk 'Of all the times…' He groaned in longsuffering. It was not like Shion was dumb but she was rather slow on the uptake. Just looking at the surprised glance Benimaru and Souei stole at her accentuated that fact, to get through her was a headache of its own something that required mental fortitude of an unknown degree, and of all days when he could relax his body she just had to ask.

"A-ah well…" He stammered. How was he going to break it too her! Not only her but Shuna as well. For as much as he loved the fact of two beautiful women cuddling him. The way they pull, twist and bend him sometimes made him to fear for his life! And the amount of times their tug of war had occurred made him shiver at what might happen if the rope ever snaps.

The mental image of him being divided into two made him want to gag.

[That would never happen… probably.] Great Sage unhelpfully chimed in.

'What do you mean by probably! Great Sage!' He hollered internally. Was this Skill actually screwing with him? Well for one it should stop with the morbid joke, it was not remotely funny.

But wait! He paused his eyes narrowed turning suspiciously at the both female onis exchanging glances.

"Oy Shion, is this all a ploy to get me to change back so that you can use me as a plushie?'

The eek that followed was all Rimuru needed to hear.

'I knew it, of all days for her to ask.' Dubiously swiveling he caught the guilty look on Shuna's face informing him of the mastermind. 'She really is quite conniving when you look under that demure features.'

"Listen up you both," He called out with the two both freezing like a deer caught by headlight. Projecting an austere font, he informed, "The next time you two try something like this again, then… I will do it my upmost best to make sure that none of you both will ever hold my slime form again is that clear?"

"Yes Rimuru-sama," They both chorused with beads of tears in their eyes.

Not like Rimuru would go through with his promise, but he definitely needed a time out. Shion he could handle, Shuna he could also handle. But a combination of the two?

Well that was the stuff of nightmares. So it's better to nip it out from the root.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha… a fine skit my lord, as expected of you Rimuru-sama." With a hearty laugh the elderly oni remarked.

Rimuru stroked the back of his hair giving a bashful smile. "It's really nothing Hakurou."

The Sword Saint Hakurou, an elder kijin evolved like the others, a samurai -yep Rimuru was surprised that even those terms existed- with no equal, praised by both humans and monsters alike, and Rimuru's sensei in the art of sword wielding. An old man-… not! Rimuru paused with that line of thought as a brief reminisce took him through the hellish exercises partook the last time someone actually addressed him with that title.

'Yikes, Gobuta that day almost died!'

'Hakurou could be quite the sadist." Rimuru noted at the kijin who gave an inquisitive look.

The red haired Hell Fire using kijin Benimaru being the ever mature one, gave an interrupting cough. "Now everyone. If we are all through with this, shall we get to the main subject of the meeting?" He threw a look that brought everyone sited on the tatami mat into an attentive pose.

"Yes," The entire audience chorused.

Souei took the lead standing up giving a curt bow to Rimuru –even though Rimuru had said that it wasn't needed- and gave a short summary to the audience, "Just early this morning, an enormous increase in magicule event was spotted by one of the members of the Shadow Squad," Unseen by all Rimuru lips quirked drolly, "Souka' and in arriving at the scene, she reported to what was the appearance of a portal hanging in midair, with the subject person immediately being flung out of the portal already unconscious."

"And is there anything that you can tell us about this person." Rigurd asked.

Souei shook his head, "Nothing at all, and that is the problem."

"Hmm, I don't understand what is wrong with that?" Shion eyebrows spruced quizzically.

Rimuru was about to ask his Unique Skill what Souei meant when Shuna brightened up raising her hand, drawing everyone's notice. "Oh I know, every living thing emits magicules belonging to certain specific species and it could also display one's innate nature. Like you Rimuru-sama," She turned to the slime, "For someone of your stature, your magicule output is going to be very oppressive once you are angry or even emotional, and also yours has a certain taste that is not that aggressive. That was why we were able to trust your words even though we only just met."

But Rimuru only looked dubious at best, "But Shion if that's so, why did you all even attack me in the first place?"

All kijins present had the grace to turn away with sheepish looks.

Benimaru gave a cough with a blush on his face as he apologised, "Our deepest apologies Rimuru-sama," He bowed with the others following as well.

"No I'm just asking a simple question, not throwing any accusations so it's all chill guys."

A collective breath of relief spread from the kijins as Benimaru explained contritely. "With all due respect Rimuru-sama, the mask you had on that day was reminiscent to that majin," He said stressing the majin with distaste. "The loss of our people was still fresh in our hearts, we all hankered justice. And just seeing that mask well… it all turned red for me, for all of us." All solemn they nodded as one.

Rimuru just sighed brushing it off, "Like I said before there is no problem, it's all in the past now, that little episode is now over. And that said lets go back to what Shuna just illuminated," He motioned to Souei obviously diverging the subject. "Ones mana could indicate ones race and also expose ones intentions but Superma… I mean the individual showed nothing, am I following up Souei?"

The ninja parody kijin nodded.

Rubbing his chin Rimuru mused for a bit before consulting Great Sage. 'So what do you think is going on Great Sage? What is your own analysis?'

For once there was no immediate reply, the silence processed for some seconds before the machinelike Unique Skill replied back, [Analysis was compromised when performing the scan on individual.]

Rimuru brows shot up at her words, 'Couldn't be scanned! Is that even possible.'

[Yes. As long as one possess the necessary requirements, they are capable of blocking my analysis feature. I apologize.] Great Sage said despondently.

Releasing his hands from his cupped chin, he brushed off. 'Nah… since you couldn't examine him then there is no problem it is not your fault.'

[…..] He could feel Great Sage nodding back, as he gave a smile back. To the others he saw that they were still discussing so he continued with the questions. Crossing both his legs he relaxed his body on his left hand absently drumming the other on the wooden floor idly.

'So Great Sage. Is he going to be a problem?'

[I… don't believe so. At least with the proper measures, a kryptonian, that was the term used for his species, if he really is Superman or even a reincarnated individual with the ability of Superman then his weakness to all magical attacks would still the there. Is what I might have said, but remember he was radiating enough magicules to dwarf even you while benumbed. Clear caution must be exercised when handling him.]

Ah he forgot all about that. In his elation of meeting someone who looked like a kryptonian he failed to consider if he really is a kryptonian or just another reincarnated individual, seeing that from the comics Superman had no business with magic like the man who just arrived.

'To think the day that my comic knowledge would be needed in a fantasy world. Wonders will never end, eh Great Sage.'

[Yes…]

With a light head shake he turned back to his deliberating subjects. "Well there is no harm in telling them is there." He muttered under his breath, with a cough of his own he drew their attention to himself, giving a light clap, he said, "Alright everyone settle down, I have something to inform you all about the one who came out of from that portal."

They all settled back down, Souei, after arranging himself said meaningfully, "Rimuru-sama, I was waiting for you to say that."

"Hmm, Souei?"

"No, it is just that at when you met him, the individual, you displayed some very… interesting reactions."

"And what kind of reaction was that Souei?" Shuna innocuously asked.

Before Souei could answer like a true ninja, Rimuru slipped into his shadow appearing just behind Souei to close his mouth in time.

"….!"

"Rimuru-sama?" Shion looked discombobulated at Rimuru's actions. With the others throwing him query looks.

Rimuru gave a stiff spry look before turning to whisper to Souei, "Look all those things I said at that time, format it now. I never looked or spoke anything, hmm?" He gave a chilling smile to stress.

Souei at that moment felt a chill travel down his spine, giving his best impression of understanding the chilling aura vanished from Rimuru with his smile more tranquil, the humanoid slime nodded as he slinked into Souei's shadow appearing back to his seat behaving like that never happened.

All further inquiries halted as the cohorts of kijins and hobo-goblin threw Rimuru bewildering gazes while the slime remained Jaunty.

With a cough Rimuru decided to take the reins of this meeting, "Alright as I was saying I might know the identity of the individual at least." Seeing he had the others attention he gave himself a mental pat on the back for successful diversion, or at least –looking at the way Shion and Shuna looked at him suspiciously- something of that sort. He adopted a professional tone and continued.

"Well for one, if I am correct, then that individual we are dealing with all here is a…" He paused playing the pause-up for greater effect before adding, "Kryptonian."

""""""""KRYPTONIAN?"""""""

Everyone chorused.

Rimuru nodded, "Yes a Kryptonian, and there is one thing I want to correct." He lifted one his index finger, "A Kryptonian is not a human."

"And that is?" Rigurd asked enraptured.

"Well he is more of an alien." Seeing that they still didn't understand Rimuru elucidated, "Think of him as someone that is not of this world, of this planet. Someone from beyond the stars."

They all let out sounds of understanding as they digested the information. Arms folded Benimaru interrupted with a query, "But Rimuru-sama, if he is from beyond the stars… does that make him similar to a being from the spiritual world."

Rimuru angled his head, "Well…" 'Since they don't have concepts of aliens I won't burden them with that so I'll just go with Benimaru's words.' To the red hair kijin he nodded, "Something quite similar to that. After all, the sobriquet for all Kryptonians to other races are 'Light Gods.' And as for how strong he is… Benimaru, Shion, Souei, Hakurou and everyone in this town including me," He said pointing the ones he just called with himself, "Even if we gather our strongest attacks coalescing and multiplying by hundred. We still would not be able to even ruffle him." Meanwhile in his mind, Rimuru gave himself a nod as he remembered all the iterations of Superman and all of his crazy feats that made no sense. But now are needed more than ever.

'Better to discourage any funny ideas,' He thought, maintaining his severe façade. But while Rimuru thought informing them of their unintended visitor was quite prudent, he underestimated just by how much, as rather than calming them, it only escalated their alarm.

'All our attacks wouldn't ruffle his cloths? What a dangerous individual,' Hakurou thought uneasily.

'If someone like that rampages in the town, who would be able to stop him' Rigurd fretted to himself.

'Someone like that is within our midst. Rimuru-sama is in danger!' Shion gripped the Odachi by her side in trepidation.

The fact that their lord Rimuru, who they look up to as the bastion of strength declared their enemy to be all but unbeatable. It just couldn't be fathomed.

"This Light God…" Souei who remained silent began to Rimuru slowly, "Should he be dealt with while he is still unconscious." He made the motion of sliding across his neck, insinuating assassination.

Rimuru who got the hint almost jumped up surprised, "No!..." He beat the wooden floor which caved in as he used more than strength than usual. "What are you saying just now Souei? Murder?"

"But Rimuru-sama please consider." Benimaru of all people implored.

But Rimuru was not moved, "All I said just now was based on the assumption that that person is a kryptonian, I could be wrong. And if par venture, I am right. Then that means he is a good guy." Rimuru was stomped on how he could continue, he couldn't just say that he read him from a comic book, as he wasn't sure which version they were dealing with even though he seemed to be quite the fledgling for the generic Man of Steel –he looked too young to be Superman. Maybe he is Superboy- Frustrated he decided improvise. "His name is Superman."

"Superman? Is that really his name?" Benimaru echoed bemused.

Tilting back his sky blue hair sprawled, facing the ceiling Rimuru replied, "It's actually Ka-El, but everyone knows him as Superman. And when I say he is a good guy, I mean that. The epitome of good." Sitting back up he addressed everyone, "And even if he isn't Superman, to attack someone who hasn't done me harm is Definitely not my style, so drop it." He issued it like an order.

Everyone getting the message implicitly inclined in understanding albeit some begrudgingly.

And just as Rimuru was about to continue….

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He suddenly bowled over instantly changing into his slime form. A visible segment of a white rippling shockwave tore across the room with such force it broke his traditional door off its proverbial hinges. Wobbling Rimuru slowly corrected himself, his autonomy spared from the physical damage but not its magical effects. Turning to the others he saw they too weren't much better.

"I-Is everyone okay?" He asked concerned, stabilizing his core.

"I-I am fine Rimuru-sama." Shuna woozily bobbed affirming her state, struggling to standup. But Rimuru could see even that took quite the challenge.

He assumed back his human form as he held a hand to help her stand. From behind his shadow sizzled and then splashed like spurred water as Ranga rose took form.

"Rimuru-sama, my brethren has all been incapacitated." He informed with hackles raised growling agitatedly.

"Incapacitated? Do you mean like… dead?"

"No, something had hit them as my bond disappeared for a moment and then resumed but I can feel any activity from them."

Rimuru gave a sigh of relief, as he felt a presence approached him, he swerved to see Shion standing by his side her giant sword with her clenched fist wrapped around the pommel, a fierce look that promise violence was smeared on her face as she said.

"Rimuru-sama let us depart back for the town at once. If something like this has affected Tempest wolves, then I fear what might have happened to our people."

Rimuru nodded facing the others, "Alright who is a hundred % now?" Everyone stood up with some difficulty restoring themselves just as they stood back to their feet. "Everyone? Good, now follow me I need to see what is responsible for this attack."

Benimaru nodded, "Yes Rimuru-sama. We can't let such incursion go unpunished by any means."

Shion agreed, "Whoever is responsible must answer to my blade." The glint in her eyes spoke of the gruesome act she will perform when she gets her hands on the perpetrator. Rimuru swept by the currents couldn't find it in his mind to stop her, he was just worried for the others.

Rushing out as they left the courtyard out into the road towards the village, he turned to Rigurd who was still fuzzy, 'As much as I hate it, as a combatant Rigurd isn't really the best of them. Whatever we are going to face is going to require only the kijins and anyone else is going to be dead weight.' "Rigurd when we arrive at the town, I want you to go and check up on the others."

The shade obscuring Rigurd eyes raised in understanding, he knew his level of strength in the grand scheme of things. While Rimuru's naming had provided him strength surpassing his ancestors even competing the legends. He fell short compared to the kijins in strength. 'My truest apologies for my ineptitude to stand by your side Rimuru-sama.' He thought morosely. And with a rueful smile he replied back with a somberly inclination.

With that settled they all bounded for the town full speed ahead. But in his heart Rimuru heart churned uneasily.

'I'm forgetting something. But what?'

…

Arriving at the main municipality first, Rimuru was met bodies strewn across the streets. Orcs, goblins and some wolves all laid down without any form of stirring. With clenched heart he went to check on them, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw they were only unconscious.

'Great Sage, throw a scan and inform me of all the conditions for the unconscious in town.'

A blinking sound resonated out for a few moments before his Unique Skill replied back. [Orcs, goblins and wolves are all unconscious, but health analysis shows signs of non-fatal psyche disturbance, with only the Orc-Lord still with aware.]

'Geld huh. So where is he?'

[Fifty meters upfront. And warning, inconceivable gathering of magicule energy detected just over two hundred meters of the same path. Magicules properties… cannot be scanned.]

The information from his Unique Skill only made him more uneasy. He was beginning to piece it all together. 'I should have been there.' He grimaced getting the full picture.

Meanwhile the others had arrived to witness the scene. Shuna gasped with a hand clasped against her mouth while Benimaru and the others only balled their fists.

"Someone is going to pay dearly for this." She swore ruefully.

Rimuru still caught up in his self-admonishment could only look absentmindedly at the cracked window sheets at the nearest building –and Kajin was really proud of its integrity strength-, but Rimuru digressed. He really was an idiot. Why couldn't he have foresaw this sooner?

'Rimuru Tempest you buffoon. You just said it before. 'Even if he was a kryptonian, the issue of his discrepancy was still in the air.'

He had just predicted that when Superman awakes the goblins who were with him could inform him. But…

What do you think would happen, and you would do if you had woken up in a place you did not know and saw things that made no sense?

A popular TV show in his past life had asked such a question and the answers slapped him so hard he almost turned back to his original form. He doesn't like what it presents in his present life.

"Over there," Shuna pointed front, "I can sense an unreal amount of energy there… and I can't recognize it."

The group of kijins took a moment before the answer dawned on them.

"Damn Light God…" Shion growled, pulling her sword out her shield and shot of faster than a speeding bullet leaving indented earth.

"I will have your head!"

Rimuru who had just processed what just happen could only scream in shock, "That-That girl!" He turned to the others, "You guys have to stop her now! Don't let her fight him. In fact, Do Not Antagonize him in anyway, do you hear me." He barked out in a growl.

The others hastily nodded and vanished in plumes of smoke, leaving only trails of dust.

Rigurd who remained began gathering the others. "Rimuru-sama please go after them," He implored, "I can see from your expression that the situation is not as it seems. And the others might only escalate it even more, so go Rimuru-sama," He posed showing off, "This Rigurd shall get all of the others to a safe location with the help Geld of course."

The Tempest wolf Ranga added, "And I took as well, so go rest assured Rimuru-sama." The wolf said with a practiced lupine smile, and wagging tail.

The Demon Seed paused before nodding gratefully, "Thank you Rigurd, Ranga." And sank into his shadow to appear where his subordinates are.

….

Palpable terror was the first sentiment he felt when he popped out from Shuna's shadow. The energy he felt washing over was too great.

'It's like am standing before Veldora back from when I was still unnamed all over again.' He remarked.

[I agree.] Coincidentally or not, Great Sage concurred.

"Shuna," He greeted, but she stood rooted in place, in fear? Before he could turned to the others a blur ripped passed him smashing into the house with enough force that it toppled.

"Benimaru!" He almost shouted, moving from behind him to witness his fear unfold.

Souei laid buried deep beneath the earth, Hakurou plastered against the wall blood dribbling from his lips with his tanto held limply. And Shion…

"Shion!" He cried in alarm, as he saw the kijin being held by the neck gasping, struggling for air fruitlessly against the vised griped of the kryptonian. Her face paler with every passing instant.

"Ri… muru…-sama. Please… run." Hitched voice struggled out. But the eyes of the Light God has already been drawn.

The way those sockets of red fire looked at him would always remain in his memories for the rest of life.

-TRoaKH-

The first thing Clark Kent heard when he woke up was an incessant buzzing. It was tempo controlled, ever rising by the fleeting moment. His muscles spasm, and worms of arteries and veins twitched uncomfortably on his face, neck down to his body.

"….!" With a gasp Clark eyes opened wide only to see. "The sky?" He glazed blearily as he looked up to see the blue spamming sky, closing his eyes tight he opened again only this time to look upon an unfamiliar ceiling. Where there was supposed to be the accustomed creamy white, polished brown took its place.

He sat up looking down in a bed that was not his own, "Where am I?" He asked in wooziness. Just yesterday he sat down with his parents to celebrate his last year in high school, the end of a chapter in his life and the beginning of a new one. And most significant of all. The girl he loved for as long as that day when she had stretched her hand to him, had said yes. Yesterday was the happiest day of his life, and the omen of better days.

"Laurie," He whispered smiling, as he stood up from the side of his bed still drinking in the scene. Breaking away from the train of thought of his first girlfriend – he still couldn't process it no matter how many times he said it- the question of his present location was still a conundrum.

He went straight to bed after that fulfilling meal that he knew, but just remembering that irritating feeling that plagued him as he woke up, made him dizzy. Was this a kidnapping situation?

He crouched down, hands automatically clamped around his ears, as the noise returned.

"Everyone!thebjojddhsGoodddsksjkRimurujklnnsdskdk!Cmxcbmcbzzm!"

"God what is happening to me?" He whimpered. It wasn't painful, but it felt like millions of ants were crawling around his brain.

What followed right after was the smell! Acidic, sweet, fetid, fresh, pleasant, gag-worthy… they all overwhelmed his proboscis at once. It was so much that he felt lightheaded. Clark shot up to his feet at once swaying around struggling to remain at his feet.

'Did they feed me drugs?' He thought desperately, he turned searching for the door as his eyes also took turn and began to play tricks as well. The room began to blur? Or was it cleared? He did not know what was occurring but as he looked around what he saw made him consider that he was becoming mad. After all what would you say to someone who tells you that he could see what was inside the walls? He looked up to see the outline of the roof decking of the building too transparent.

This was beyond an ordinary drug! It felt too real, but first he had to get out, he decided.

Just as he made for the door his eyes caught an idle ant scaling idly up a wall. His felt his eyes unintentionally loosen as the image of the ant grew bigger and bigger until he thought he was seeing it's feelers under a microscope at full magnitude.

"Ah!" A light gasp escaped his mouth before he could even shut it. He had to leave, and he bounded to do so. The sounds of steps thundered loudly closing in to this room even through the buzzing cacophony slipping through his clamped ears.

And just as he neared the door, he stood frozen stiff as what entered appeared to be a short oval head green man with a tuft of hair dressed what looked like furs of animal skin. The thing entered looked at Clark brightening up with a smile lifting his hand greeting,

"Yo, so you're finally awake huh." The goblin caricature chirped.

Clark Kent was logical human being, and a rational one in fact. But when someone who is in place he does not know, experiencing things that was beyond normal… and now facing a creature that only existed in fantasy books.

Well what do you expect?

So Clark's hands fell down limply, he gave a hysterical huff and what followed was…

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

….

Dust billowed out from the collapsed building spreading out as a hand shot out from the destroyed acreage. Clark clambered off, pulling himself out of the wrecked building.

"What has happened to me?" This time his voice held no hope that this was all a dream. It was just too real, all these sensation and now that goblin looking guy. He was afraid to even guess where he was even though he had an inkling.

Lumbering down from the debris, he looked at his hands his vision alternating between cloth and bone. He paused closing his eyes as he did the first time, opening them and the alternating vision was no more. Now that he was seeing the material that clothed him, it appeared familiar…

His stomach fell as he looked down to see the streamline red boots that meshed with the skin kelvar looking suit.

"This can't be real."

Looking up the belt around his waist was also just recognizable in his favorite comic books. Especially his latest ones, he shifted to his shoulders, relaxing a bit as the generic cape wasn't there.

'Now for the last one… please let me be wrong, please after all those time, just when I've finally let it go.'

Slowly his optical orifices drifted slowly to his chest, his heart drumming so hard he felt it was about to fly out of his chest. And there it was that symbol etched on the suit, crimson contrasting ocean blue, the S emblem presented as the symbol for hope. The sign of the most celebrated hero in all the universe at least in the comics. A hero as a result of his bizarre characteristics being similar to his own life made him lampooned for being a Kryptonian wanna-be. And at last here it was finally here.

Clark Kent, son of Jerry Kent and Naomi Kent has finally become… Superman.

But this did not bring him joy. It only resurfaced the one emotion he buried deep in the recesses of his heart.

His Rage.

"Why now," He shook, the surrounding temperature shot up to an uncomfortable degree as his eyeballs grew warm, his vision dyed red, but he was too angry to care. "After I'm now finally getting a life for myself. After things are just getting better, you had to take me away from them. My parents, my friends… Laurie." His fist clenched white. The grains of dust around him floated swirling around his fist. Clark felt like he just wants to punch somebody, but now he knew, if he really has become Superman, then the results won't be pretty.

He growled like an incensed animal, before taking a deep breath, "Calm yourself Clark Kent, remember what Laurie said anytime we feel the rage."

You are more than the rage, more than the anger… so do not let it define you.

Exhaling out roughly, he could feel the raging anger ebbing back, "Laurie…" From his left eye a drop of tear dribbled down. Opening his eyes, the red hue was absent and warmth it held wasn't there anymore as the surroundings returned to their normal temperature and the particles settled back down. Now calm or at least reasonably calm. He decided on his next line of actions; find someone, or at least someone like that goblin lookalike, and if that someone isn't friendly...

He halted just in time. Luckily he held the anger at bay before it took hold of him, he dithered no further and set out. Entering where the buildings congregated, he could tell this was obviously not Kansas anymore. Wooden structures conjoined with stones were everywhere, some appeared to be completed and from the wooden truss of some others not so much. While they appeared neat and scenic, it obviously wasn't the norm nowadays, and from the dress that the goblin freaky thing wore made him surmise he was in a village at least.

On the way he passed around the bodies of creatures all littered around. Some with the appearance of that goblin, the others looked like wolves and some looked like humanoid pigs.

He felt a twinge of guilt as he knew he was obviously the one who made them all to collapse like that, even though it was unintentional, but he squashed the feeling down. He does not know what kind of species they are and if they were hostile, then what he did was for the best. And from the way he could hear the heartbeat beating stridently from their bodies, they were all still alive. He turned curiously back to the toppled building, as he listened intently for signs of life. Wincing from selecting sounds –expertly picking apart frequencies like Superman was still far off, it seems- he could pick up the faint makings of breathing and heartbeat even though it felt loud to him all the same.

"So he's still alive after a building had collapsed on him," He noted with small surprise but not with much curiosity. He was the same as well. He shook and spun continuing his trek.

But just as he was about to go, he paused again looking at the bodies that slept regardless of the summer sun.

It would be reasonable of him to just carry on and leave the bodies to regain consciousness on their own. The worse that could happen would just be an excess intake of vitamin D and tanning if that were possible. But it won't be right, and maybe he might gain positivity with the local populace if he decides to help taking them to any of the building.

With an inhalation, he idly picked a building by the side as the location. Moving to pick up one of the green men there. He suddenly heard the sound of imminent movement, he turned sideways as the world slowed to see a female human… nope he corrected himself as he saw the horn. Was she a devil or something? He didn't know but the in slow motion she swung down an odd looking sword which shot at a purple light that cratered the earth mowing towards him. But…

It was too slow.

'Is this how Superman, Flash and other comic book characters see the world in superspeed? Nice.' He thought in wonder.

He stood up at his own pace, at the pace the light approached it could take forever. He could stay still for the attack to hit him but since he could dodge why should he? And maybe he could sort this out somehow.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the goblin he was about to pick was in the perimeter of the attack. So he decided to pick him up as well, but he underestimated his speed for that matter.

The garb ripped like paper as he picked up the goblin by his cloths. He looked confused for a moment before his eyes opened in understanding, as he smacked his head for his obliviousness, lightly amused by the distortion it caused.

Of course he wasn't the Flash idiot, so he couldn't just carry someone at that kind of speed, the G-force would kill them. So he moved to the goblin's side giving it a light push. As soon as the goblin as out of the way and he as well, time resumed normally.

Boom!

Where the light attack passed serrated the earth, sonic boon resonated from where Clark had smacked himself and a green blur shot away punting the opposite building.

"Whoa, Whoa lady please if you can understand me I am not here to fight." Clark rose his hands up and said, before awkwardly adding, "Umm, I come in peace?"

The unknown lady clicked her tongue in irritation, pointing her sword at him, "Then I shall send you back to where you came from in pieces," She hissed, "How dare you impudently waste away the magnanimity of our lord Rimuru-sama and so ungraciously attacked our town in his absence. You will leave your head for me this day."

Clark eyebrow ticked in irritation at the woman's belligerent tone, 'No need to aggravate things, be the peace maker.' He told himself. To the woman he replied, "Look am sorry. I know you blame me for all that has happened and you are right in doing so. But please it's a mistake, I seriously apologize."

But the horned woman stonewalled his efforts to apologize. Positioning she angled her sword in a stance, "I don't want to hear your apologies. I want your head!" And she rushed towards him.

The world dialed down again, as the speed of the woman slowed down to a crawl. Giving an irritated he sidestepped the attack she threw, "Lady for the last time. I'm offering my apologies. Accept it for your own good."

But she gave no answer only swinging her moronic looking sword even more. Clark gritted in annoyance, 'Well at least I warned her.' He waited until she swung again, this time he made no effort to dodge. He had no knowledge of how strong he was so decided to test with a light tap.

But even that was too much. And apparently the strength of a kryptonian had been underestimated.

With a crispy sound the thrown fist shattered the sword like it wasn't there, traversing before stopping a few centimeters before the lady's face, but the momentum it carried cuffed her jaw with enough force it lifted her off her feet sending sailing through the air smashing into a nearby house.

"Wha…" Clark's jaw struggled to close at the power he displayed. "What the hell was that?" He gawked bringing his fist so that he could stare in wonder. Superman, the name resounded within his core at the utterance, he felt a surging rushing through his veins like an invisible lid had been opened.

'So this is his… my power now.' His lips quirked, before remembering he had punched someone with enough force that they could die. Like before he flittered the noise listening for her heart beat and when he got it. He sighed before chuckling wearily, "Everyone here seems to be a hard head. No way will someone struck like that in my world would have survive that." All of a sudden he was tired, not physically as he felt great that energy he could feel surging made him feel like he was the top of the world. But the events of today was just too much.

"Shion!"

And here come another one, Clark winced at the sudden volume. He would have snapped at them in anger if it wasn't for his poor now superhuman ears.

He turned to the group, "Yep they're the same as her." Clark groused as he saw the horns on their forehead. 'And what's with their dressing. The horned lady was dressed in a slutty business suit. Now this one in traditional garb… and is that girl wearing Japanese priestess clothes. How cliché.' He decided to try at least one more time for this group. Maybe they were stronger than the horn lady from before or they were not. But he should give them a chance.

"Look I know how this look like to you and I'm sorry." He said giving them a smile that had the opposite effect, as they all scuttled back a few steps with the girl in priestess clothes moving even further, with bleached face. 'Alright this isn't working.' Clark winced, but he still persevered, "See I'm unarmed…" He presented himself obviously leaving the part that, his body was now more dangerous than any weapon he ever know. "I mean no harm at all, so please." He raised a hand hoping they understood what the global sign of a handshake was.

"Where's Shion?" The red hair horned guy asked eyes narrowed. "What did you do to her?" Black flames manifested swirling around his palm as a sign of unspoken aggression.

'Just where did I land in? Some monster Themisceria? Why do all these be-damned horned guys want to kill me, without me getting a word?' Anger boiled in Clark as he began seeing literally red. "Look," He said this time without any form of amicability, "I have extended a hand of settlement, its eithers you listen or don't for your sake I hope you do listen."

The one with the dark blue hair vanished in a splash of splattering black, but Clark paid no mind in his anger. He was so focused on the group he failed to notice his twitching shadow. The missing oni jumped out of his shadow and immediately enveloped him in threads.

" Sticky Steel Threads!" "Demon Binding!"

Clark remained unmoving as the threads pressed tightly around his frame, "Twice I had offered a hand of peace. I try to be the good guy and what do I get. Psychos trying to kill me!" What was a little tinge became a full blown crimson. Like melted candle sticks the threads slide off his frame without any single one remaining. "Laurie knows I've tried my best." An invisible energy pulsated out cratering the earth below him, "So you want me to be the bad guy?! Fine, I'll be the bad guy!"

His figure felt bigger overshadowing the others who readied themselves, "Don't worry I'll try hard to hold back as much as I can so that you can all survive? But at what stage would that count I wonder."

From the clique before him even though the pink haired horned girl whispered to the red hair fearfully, Clark could still hear her words like she was shouting to him right in the ear with a microphone.

"We shouldn't have instigated him like Rimuru-sama said."

A dark chuckle arose from Clark's lips, "Yep you shouldn't have."

…

To the kijins the present ambiance resurfaced that which they buried ever since they had been given a new name by Rimuru.

Helplessness. That day their tribe had been massacred there was nothing they could do but look on powerless to stop it.

'But we're different now,' Benimaru thought as sweat gathered around his brows from the sudden blistering temperature, furtively calling upon the flames that symbolized his power. Flight or Fight reactions had been triggered and they chose to Fight.

'We won't fail this town or Rimuru-sama. I swear it.'

With an unnoticeable nod they initiated their attack.

…..

Souei who still hidden, jumped around from shadow to shadow using ( Shadow Movement) in rapid speed all in order to create confusion for the enemy Light God, but Clark Kent was not so impressed.

"What's this supposed to mean, ninja?" Turning around Clark caught Souei as he hung frozen midair after jumping out of the shadow of an unconscious Tempest wolf.

To Souei his heart paused, eye pupils constricted as the Light God's form flickered, evaporating before his very eyes, and then orbs of fire appeared staring right at him cynically. He tried to beat a retreat, but he was just too slow.

Clark moved grabbing him by the scarf, "Like we say back at my place. Eat dirt!" With one full 360 spin, Clark punted Souei into the earth, with such strength it forced Souei upper body planted under the ground, while the leg above twitching as the sudden concussion. Souei was out with that attack.

Clark felt something padded struck his neck, swiveling just in time to see the old horned man with a long silver goatee dressed in white overcoat with a scarf that covered his mouth, ebbing cautiously, "What did you just hit me with old man?" He asked slowly. Looking down he picked on the way the old man held the flat cane on his hand and it only made made him suspicious. So he narrowed his eyes as the covering of the cane disappeared, revealing that it wasn't a cane but … a sheathe housing a blade.

'This old crone just tried to behead me,' Clark narrowed dangerously at the impassive old man.

Hakurou, at that moment felt an undesirable urge to flee. The kijin breathed heavily to stabilize his breath. From that one slash he could already surmise the rest. 'Rimuru-sama, your forewarning was true. Forgive your lonely servant for making this mistake.' Maybe it was intentional or not, but all he knew that what was before him was a something frightening.

With a lopsided grin, Clark sauntered forward easily, "I want you to try that again old man. No I dare you to try that again." He could smell the acidic pungent sweat heavily even from that one drop that appeared at the side of his head. He was clearly nervous, Clark knew that. Even he would be when facing someone like him. But he had to give the man credit as not once did his sheathe quiver.

He was prepared to die. And that was what frustrated Clark the most. Why couldn't they just listen! He ragged as he arrived just in front of the goatee horned man.

The Demonic Saint Swordsman and Kryptonian stared one at the other. A grin on one and an expression of intense concentration on the other.

"Well what are you waiting for, do it!"

Before Clark could continue Hakurou executed his ultimate attack. In a flash his sword left its scabbard, set on a trail for the neckline of the Light God.

'CrestWater Slash!'

Afterglows of aquamarine, flapped where the sword swept pass, Hakurou's infamous sword strike that set him among the Rank A class, being multiplied by the physique of a kijin. It was a skill that was invisible to all but the most perceptive of beings. And a sure hit attack. But steel turned fragments as the sword shattered contemptuously against the body of the kryptonian. The blow neither left a white mark nor showed a sign that it was even there, Clark only looked down on what remained of the sword with an arched eyebrow, with his lips twitching in amusement, he relished the look of incredulity on the swordsman.

"Is that really the best you got old man?" Clark snidely asked. It was just as the kryptonian had suspected. As a result of his now eidetic memory he could tell clearly which between the suit wearing female horn lady and this old man, whose sword strength was stronger. While his was faster –even though it was still too sluggish in his eyes- it lacked the strength the woman held.

"Well now it's now my turn, eh" Clark at super-speed darted at the swordsman and backhanded him lightly across the face, "Now go to sleep." Indenting the kijin against the stone walls against the building.

Clark winced as he heard the crunching of bones smattering against the wall. He still couldn't dial his strength it seems. Ah well if this is a magic world or something of that kind, then surely something like health potions must exist in some manner.

He began turning back to the group, "And now whose nex-…!"

"Burn to ashes, Hell Fire!"

"Oh come on!" Must they always attack from behind? This is already becoming ridiculous. Why are they trying so hard to fight a battle they clearly cannot win? The dome of fire felt like a warm breeze but unfortunately doesn't possess the capability to clear away his stress.

This time he turned just in time to see that Shion? At least that was what they called her staggering forward rearing for more. Even though blood trickled from her forehead, her suit ruffled losing its pristine appearance, although it miraculously spotted no tear. So Clark did the one thing he promised Laurie never to do.

He let his frustration led his actions.

Before Shion could comprehend what was happening, one second she was ready to deal with the intruder with Benimaru, the other her throat had been griped tightly by the Light God. She tried gasping for air, her hands moving to the hand clamped around her throat trying to pry it off. But her kijin strength was utterly helpless compared to the Light God. She could feel her blood gathering around her head, as her feet kicked helplessly around the earth moving her hands to press away the Light God's face was futile as a result of the intense heat, the kryptonian eyes generated. The magical enchantment her suit provided was losing effects, as the heat felt unbearable.

"You know if could have just listened all this would have happened you know." Clark said contritely looking at the purple haired woman in vexation. She was beautiful he noted –Not that he cared. He has Laurie- but her annoying attitude truly chagrined him.

"Shion! You get away from her!" The fire horned man roared, charging at the kryptonian with his hands wreathed in Hell Flames.

"See," He pointed out Shion, "I could just increase my strength even more and kill him. But no I won't. Because I'm not like you." He punctuated this by dodging the flaming fist with strangled victim in tow, moving to the side of the red horned man giving him a love tap at his ribs flank, turning him into a volley canon bolt that held enough destructive potential to topple the building behind him.

But in the course of flight, Clark held the voice of someone young from behind the priestess girl cry out 'Benimaru.'

He dropped his head in exasperation, "Even more reinforcements. Just how many are you people." The flames increased, and the hand around the woman's throat vised more tightly triggering rasped coughs.

"Shion!"

Clark turned to look at the voice owner who he saw was a young beautiful girl of lithe figure, with flowing blue hair, piercing beige eyes, dressed in blue overcoat and scarf with a katana strapped to her waist.

"Ri… muru…-sama. Please… run."

Clark turned back to his victim? In amazement, before turning to the addressed person, 'So this is him huh. Doesn't look like much,' He observed, but quickly chided himself, appearances can be deceiving, there will always be someone stronger and he knew that all too well.

"So you're the Rimuru I've been hearing all this time," He began. Releasing Shion from his grip who fell down and began heaving. The pink hair girl dressed in priestess garb, gave a gasp and hurried over only pausing as she neared the Light God. With a sigh Clark gave way passing ahead of the girl towards the new arriver, who balled her fist as she took in the scene.

"And the reason why these… people have been giving me a hard time without giving me a chance to explain myself, so for courtesy I will ask again." He raised a hand as a sign of handshake, "Please can you give me a chance to explain all that has happened here peacefully, or are we gonna' fight."

Authors' note,

And now finally the Kryptonian meets Slime. So how was it?

I know some might be angry with what I had done, but I believe this was the best way. Superboy-prime, if I'm correct is always one with a nasty temper, I mean just look at what he did to a farmer who called him a name he didn't like.

But that was because of the rage of being denied his home, so I decided to mix it up. This Ka El was summoned before he begins college, so he is quite young. And to make up for his canon behavior, so I gave him serious rage issues.

Secondly people might ask me why the kijins picked a fight even though they warned not to. Well for Shion it's self-explanatory. She is impulsive like hell at the beginning after the festival arc she mellowed somewhat, but not as much. And for the others, just look at the anime. The very moment Millim appeared they attacked her, if I'm not wrong…

Well next up will be the comical tears of Rimuru when he realizes the kind of Superman that is before him.