Chapter 107. Processes for the Future

Jura Forest – Tempest

The battle was over. The Orc Disaster had been defeated, and silence settled over the battlefield. The remaining orcs—those who had survived the chaos—stood in uncertainty, their gazes flickering between Rimuru and Satria.

They had lost their leader. The one who had guided them, for better or worse, was gone. Now, they were adrift.

Rimuru understood this better than anyone. The orcs had been pawns in someone else's game, used and discarded. And while they had fought against Tempest, they weren't beyond redemption. She saw potential in them, an opportunity for something greater.

Satria, standing beside her, remained skeptical. He valued discipline and loyalty above all else, and though he agreed to grant the orcs a second chance, he had strict conditions. "They follow our rules," he stated firmly. "If they betray us, I won't be so forgiving."

One by one, Rimuru bestowed names upon the surviving orcs. Each transformation was a spectacle—their bodies shifting, their power increasing, their spirits reborn. The citizens of Tempest watched with awe and approval, realizing that with every name given, these once-enemies were becoming allies, bound to their new home.

But amidst the solemn ceremony, a certain Emperor was sulking.

"Why can't I name them?" Satria pouted, arms crossed like a child denied his favorite toy. "I am the Emperor, you know!"

Fatalis sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because your naming sense is atrocious?"

Satria gasped, offended. "That's slander! I am a genius at naming things!"

Fatalis arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then explain Tinky-Winky, Sleepy Joe, Agus the Epic Slayer, Pempek Palembang, Allison Burgers, Melon Musk, Peppa Pig, Condoriano, Rambo, and Lele Jumbo!"

The nearby orcs, who had been listening in, exchanged glances.

"It's okay, Fatalis-sama," one of them—dubbed Monster Cumi-Cumi—spoke up hesitantly. "We appreciate the names given by the Emperor himself."

Another nodded. "Yeah! I think McDonald is a strong name."

Fatalis stared at them, horror creeping into her expression. "SEE?! What kind of fantasy world has orcs named Monster Cumi-Cumi and McDonald? You should apologize to them, Satria!"

Satria, unfazed, puffed out his chest. "What's wrong with my names? They're unique! And besides, they do make them stronger. You should be thanking me for my efficiency!"

Rimuru, who had been watching this exchange in exasperation, finally had enough.

She strode up to Satria, leaning in so only he could hear her. Then, with a deceptively sweet yet firm voice, she murmured, "My Emperor, for this case, I agree with Fatalis-san. You'd better go to your room and play with your toys like a good boy."

Satria blinked. "H-Huh?"

Rimuru's gaze didn't waver.

Realizing he had no escape, Satria muttered, "Not fun," under his breath and, in the most reluctant manner possible, trudged off to his private quarters—looking for all the world like a child sent to time-out.

A moment of silence passed.

Then—

"Did that just happen?" One of the Tempest soldiers whispered, stunned.

Great Red, watching the scene unfold, let out a chuckle. "You know, it's actually kind of adorable," she mused, glancing at Satria's wives. "This terrifying battlefield menace, the mighty Golden Emperor… and yet, in front of his wife, he's just a harmless puppy."

Ophis, munching on the chocolate bar Satria had given her, nodded. "It's hard to believe that the same man who defeated us is currently sulking in his room."

The murmurs of disbelief continued among the troops. "Is that really our Emperor?"

Meanwhile, inside his workshops, Satria flopped onto his bed, arms behind his head. A small, playful grin tugged at his lips.

His people might be baffled by his softer side, but he didn't care. Power, authority, and leadership were all important—but there was something undeniably comforting in knowing he could drop the act around his wife.

After all, even the mightiest ruler sometimes needed a moment to be simply… himself.

•

Satria had spent days analyzing Tempest's layout, taking note of both its strengths and weaknesses. While the nation had a solid foundation, he saw untapped potential—opportunities to optimize its infrastructure, bolster its defenses, and elevate it beyond anything this world had ever seen.

Now, seated in the central strategy hall, he gathered with Rimuru and Tempest's top engineers, his gaze focused as he activated a holographic display. The room fell into stunned silence as intricate blueprints materialized in midair—detailed schematics of advanced water systems, energy grids, and defensive barriers.

"Alright," Rimuru leaned forward, eyes scanning the projections. "What's the plan?"

Satria smirked, rolling up his sleeves. "We revolutionize Tempest."

With a flick of his wrist, he expanded the hologram, highlighting the core of his design.

"By integrating an energy core as a centralized power source, we could provide unlimited energy to the entire city," he explained, his voice carrying an air of both passion and confidence. "With Tempest's natural resources as fuel, this system would power automated infrastructure, advanced defense turrets, and even provide heating during colder seasons."

The engineers exchanged glances, murmuring among themselves. The concept was unlike anything they had ever seen.

Rimuru, always eager to improve Tempest, rested his chin on his hand, intrigued. "That sounds amazing, but how long would something like this take to build? Our current technology isn't exactly on this level."

Satria furrowed his brows, calculating. "If we had Galactic-level engineers, it'd take a month. But given that our workforce needs training to understand and apply this tech, realistically, we're looking at about a year to fully implement everything."

One of the senior engineers, a dwarf with years of experience in craftsmanship, raised a hand. "Your Majesty, would it be possible to integrate magicules into this system? Tempest has an abundance of them. If we merge magic with this technology…"

A sharp grin spread across Satria's face.

"Now that is a brilliant idea!" he praised, eyes gleaming. "Integrating magicule-based energy with the core reactor could enhance efficiency far beyond its original limits. And with me in charge of implementation—" he flashed a cocky smirk, "—we could cut the timeline down to one month, tops."

A murmur of excitement swept through the engineers. The idea of fusing advanced technology with magic had never been attempted at this scale.

Fatalis, seated near the back, crossed her arms, intrigued. "One month to revolutionize an entire civilization with fusion-based infrastructure? That's bold. But it won't be easy—our people have never encountered technology like this."

Satria nodded, acknowledging the challenge. "True. That's why I'll personally handle the training. We'll start small—basic engineering principles, then slowly introduce the advanced mechanics. Once they grasp the fundamentals, we scale up."

He turned back to Rimuru, his expression unwavering. "Tempest has the potential to be a beacon of power and innovation. This fusion of magic and technology could make it the most advanced civilization in this world."

Rimuru looked around the room, gauging the enthusiasm of the engineers. Their eyes burned with excitement, their minds already racing with ideas.

Finally, with a determined smile, he nodded.

"Alright then… let's get to work!"

•

After weeks of intense work improving Tempest's infrastructure, Satria and his family finally decided it was time to take a well-earned break. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting warm light over the fields of Tempest, where crops now thrived like never before.

Satria watched the villagers bustling about, tending to lush fields that had once been barren. He turned to the towering red-haired dragoness beside him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I must say, Great Red, you truly are a marvelous woman. Thanks to you, Tempest no longer struggles with food shortages."

Great Red flicked her long, fiery hair over her shoulder, crossing her arms with a proud grin. "Hehe~ Of course! There's a reason I'm called the Dragon of Dreams. I don't just dream—I make dreams real."

Indeed, her contributions had transformed the land. Using her deep connection to nature, she studied the life cycles of the plants, identifying the nutrient deficiencies in the soil and the environmental imbalances that had previously stunted growth. With just a wave of her hand, she released gentle pulses of energy into the earth, revitalizing the land and ensuring that every inch of soil held the perfect blend of elements for crops to thrive.

But she hadn't stopped there.

She taught the villagers new farming techniques, explaining the importance of crop rotation to maintain soil fertility. When the sky refused to grant rain, she summoned clouds—not too much, just enough—to provide water without causing floods. She even redirected a distant stream, guiding its waters through carefully carved channels to create an advanced irrigation system that would ensure the fields flourished year-round.

Rimuru, standing nearby, watched with admiration. "You can bring dreams to life? Like… wishes?"

Great Red chuckled, shaking her head. "It's deeper than that. Dreams aren't just wishes—they're the essence of who we are. Our hopes, desires, and aspirations shape the world around us, even if we don't realize it. I simply take those dreams and manifest them into reality."

She turned, gazing over the now-thriving fields, watching as farmers laughed and worked together, harvesting crops that would feed their families and strengthen their nation. Her voice softened.

"When I saw that your people dreamed of a life beyond hardship, I decided to make that dream real. Not through miracles, but through knowledge, effort, and a little push in the right direction." She smiled, watching the villagers celebrate their newfound prosperity. "This… this is the world they wished for."

Rimuru's gaze followed hers, taking in the beautiful reality that had blossomed before them. Tempest was no longer just a kingdom—it was a home, where dreams weren't just imagined—they were lived.

Fatalis crossed her arms, giving Great Red a slow, approving nod. "You amaze me, Great Red. You passed the test—Welcome to the family."

Great Red blinked before breaking into a wide grin. "Oh? So, I finally have your approval, huh?" she teased, placing a hand on her hip. "I was wondering how long it would take."

"I only accept tough and useful women into our family," Fatalis declared, smirking. "I don't need weaklings clinging to my husband."

"Tch... I didn't expect to be sharing my mate with this Baka Red," Ophis grumbled, crossing her arms.

Great Red laughed, suddenly pulling Ophis into a warm hug. "Oh, come on~! Don't be so cold, old friend! From now on, we're family. Let's get to know each other better, hehehe~."

"Ugh... You're as annoying as ever," Ophis muttered, but despite her words, she didn't pull away.

Satria chuckled at the sight of his wives bonding, but then turned his attention to Rimuru, his expression turning serious. "Ah, yes… What did you want to show me, Satria?" Rimuru asked, intrigued by his invitation to his workshop.

Satria grinned. "It's about the reward I promised you."

Rimuru tilted her head, surprised. "My reward?" She hadn't expected anything more—honestly, she'd thought that helping rebuild Tempest was the reward.

Without another word, Satria led her to a large machine covered in cables and glowing with energy. His fingers moved swiftly, making final calibrations as he spoke.

"You see, I've been working on something special—a transporter capable of linking Tempest to Japan."

Rimuru's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what?! You're saying we can actually visit Japan?"

Satria smirked. "Not just visit, but travel freely between both worlds. It took a lot of trial and error, but I've managed to synchronize it with DxD's energy field."

Great Red crossed her arms, watching the machine hum with power. "Hmph… Not bad. It's no small feat to connect two entirely different worlds."

Satria nodded. "It's limited for now—only linked to a specific location. But it should be stable enough for regular travel."

They made the final preparations and stepped onto the teleportation platform. With a deep breath, Satria activated the device. A burst of energy erupted around them, pulling them forward with a strange, weightless sensation. The light intensified, blinding them for a moment—

And then, suddenly, they were standing on solid ground.

The moment Rimuru opened her eyes, she froze.

The familiar skyline stretched out before her. The bustling streets, the flashing neon signs, the distant hum of cars—it was all unmistakable.

Japan.

"No way..." Rimuru's voice trembled as she turned in circles, taking in the overwhelming sight. "It's freaking no way… We're actually in Japan!"

Satria smirked, looking satisfied at his work. With a snap of his fingers, he absorbed the teleporter into his magical phone, ensuring they could summon it back anytime.

Still in shock, Rimuru turned to him, eyes wide. "Are all Indonesians like you?!"

Satria laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Nope. I'm one of a kind."

"Indonesia…" Fatalis mused thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand. "They've got a natural knack for problem-solving and creativity, yet… sometimes, they seem a little too comfortable in their routines. It's like they have all this potential, but they hesitate to step out of their comfort zones."

Great Red, intrigued, nodded. "I've noticed that too. They're resourceful and adaptable, but they prefer stability over the unknown. Kinda like Satria here—if we don't push him, he'll just laze around all day."

Ophis joined in, her tone calm yet amused. "It's a mix of contentment and tradition. But let me tell you, they're funny, lighthearted, and… they know their way around the kitchen."

Satria, who had been casually listening, snapped his head up. "Hey! I'm not lazy! I'm just… strategically conserving my energy for important moments!" He puffed out his chest, feigning confidence. "You know, like keeping you all entertained!"

His wives exchanged knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

"Ara~ Satria-kun, that was adorable~" Great Red teased.

"You're just proving our point," Fatalis smirked.

As Rimuru admired the bustling streets of Japan, a sudden thought struck her. She turned to Satria with a hint of concern.

"Oh yeah, is Tempest gonna be fine while we're here?"

Satria gave a confident nod. "Don't worry. I left my clone and droids in charge. They'll handle everything while we're gone."

Rimuru tilted her head. "Droids…? Oh, right—the robots. It still surprises me that you have such advanced technology at your disposal. Honestly, if I didn't know better, I'd think they were normal humans."

Satria smirked. "That's the point. They're designed to blend in, to interact with people naturally. But more importantly…" His expression turned thoughtful. "You should treat them well. Who knows? If given the right conditions, they might develop emotions—true empathy. And if that happens, I don't want them to resent us. I want to prove that living beings and machines can coexist."

Rimuru raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "Huh… You're really thinking that far ahead?"

Satria shrugged, but there was a glint of determination in his eyes. "Of course. If we can create a future where everyone—humans, monsters, and even artificial beings—can live together without fear, wouldn't that be amazing?"

Rimuru smiled. "Yeah… I like that idea."

Satria smiled back to Rimuru, who had been scanning their surroundings with eager eyes. "So, where do we start?"

Rimuru's face suddenly lit up with excitement, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Right here!"

Before Satria could react, Rimuru grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward a bustling row of food stalls and a massive manga store.

"You have to experience this! If you're gonna be part of my country, you need to try Japan's best food and—" She hesitated for a second before sheepishly adding, "Plus, I might've been a huge fan of this stuff back in the day."

Satria arched an eyebrow. "Oh? You mean—"

"Shut up, just follow me!" Rimuru cut him off, face slightly pink as she sped up.

Great Red and Ophis exchanged glances, smirking as they followed.

Fatalis sighed dramatically. "And thus begins another adventure…"

To be continued...