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Chapter 10: The Architect’s First Decree



The morning after the grand declaration, a sense of nervous anticipation hung in the air. The monsters gathered in the swamp, from the smallest goblin to the most imposing ogre, were still processing the events of the previous day. A single, unassuming slime had not only ended a calamity and declared himself their king, but had also forgiven their greatest enemy and tasked them all with an audacious project: building a nation.


Rimuru, still in his small, gelatinous form, hovered calmly at the center of the gathering. His presence, however, was a beacon of unshakable confidence, a source of quiet energy that radiated across the clearing. The Orcs, no longer a frenzied army but a defeated, confused people, knelt in a massive, silent group, their heads bowed in shame and uncertainty.

Rimuru’s attention turned to the Orc General, the broken warrior who had offered his service the previous day. The Orc, a massive figure of muscle and tusk, still trembled slightly from the shock of his mind being cleared and his soul being unburdened.

"Rise," Rimuru projected, his voice carrying a gentle yet firm authority. "The past is done. Your people's sins have been purified. Now, you will begin a new life, a new purpose."

The Orc General slowly rose to his feet, his eyes wide and uncertain. Rimuru extended a pseudopod toward him. "I promised you a new path, a new will. I will start by giving you a new name. It will be the name of your old self, your father's name, a name that will signify strength and honor, not just the destruction you were forced to bring. From this day forward, your name is Geld."

A colossal wave of magicules, perfectly calculated and controlled by Ciel, flowed from Rimuru into the Orc General. The Orc’s body pulsed with a faint, golden light. His form, which had been massive and brutish, now began to refine. His tusks grew shorter and cleaner, his posture became more upright, and his skin took on a deeper, more earthen tone. When the light subsided, a new being stood before them: a powerful, stoic figure of immense stature, his face now more thoughtful than savage. He was an Orc King, a true monster of the highest caliber, a warrior and a leader reborn.

The newly named Geld knelt once more, but this time it was a gesture of absolute, unyielding devotion. "My king," he rumbled, his voice now deep and clear. "I will serve you. My life, my strength, everything I am, is yours to command. I will not fail you."

Rimuru accepted the pledge with a nod. He then turned his attention to the thousands of other Orcs. "Rise, all of you!" he commanded. "Your era of war and destruction is over. Your famine has ended. I will give you food and a home. In return, you will use your formidable strength to build our nation. Your purpose now is not to consume, but to create. You will be our builders, our farmers, our laborers. You will be the foundation upon which our new world is built."

A collective murmur of awe and relief went through the Orc ranks. They had expected death, or at best, a life of servitude. Instead, they were being given a second chance, a new purpose, and a king who had taken their sins upon himself. Rimuru, with Ciel’s perfect analysis, then began the long, arduous process of naming them all, not in a single, devastating burst as before, but in a carefully managed, efficient sequence that would grant them all a small but meaningful boost in power.

After the Orcs were all named and their new purpose was clear, the newly formed populace of the Jura Tempest Federation began the long journey from the orc-infested swamp back to the goblin village. The mood was markedly different from the journey there. What was once a march to war was now a procession of allies returning home. The goblins, the ogres, and some of the Lizardmen moved alongside the humbled Orcs, a strange but unified force.

As they reached the familiar gates of the goblin village, a joyous cheer erupted. The goblins who had remained to guard the village rushed out to greet them, their faces a mix of relief and awe at the sight of the massive, disciplined army behind Rimuru. The ogre princess and the grizzled blacksmith, who had been anxiously awaiting their return, hurried to Rimuru's side.

"Welcome back, my king!" the ogre princess exclaimed, her eyes shining with relief. The blacksmith stood silently beside her, his powerful hands clenched with suppressed excitement.

Rimuru, absorbing their warm greeting, felt a deep sense of satisfaction. With all of his key allies now present and accounted for, he turned his attention to the ogre companions who had fought by his side.

"Ogres," he said, his voice softer but still resonating with power. "Your vengeance has been satisfied. I have cleansed your enemy. Now, I will give you a new purpose, a new path, and a new name."

But before Rimuru could continue, the ogre princess stepped forward, her expression one of deep concern. "My king," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I must protest. I have heard what happened to the hobgoblins and Lizardmen when you named them. The magical energy required to perform such a feat is immense, and you are not in your full strength from fighting the orcs. Please, do not do this. We would not have you harm yourself for us."

Rimuru gave her a calm, reassuring wobble. "I appreciate your concern, but you need not worry," he said. "I may not look it, but I have grown far stronger since I last named a monster. In fact, on the battlefield, I already gave a name to a much more powerful being." He gestured toward the newly named Geld, who stood at the head of the Orc ranks, a figure of stoic power. "That is the Orc Lord's son. He is now my first great commander, and his name is Geld. I assure you, naming you all is well within my power."

Shuna's eyes widened in amazement as she looked at Geld, finally understanding the true extent of Rimuru's abilities. She bowed her head in respect. "Then please, my king, proceed. We are forever in your debt."

Rimuru's gaze first settled on the ogre leader, a figure of immense power and dignity. "You," Rimuru announced, his voice carrying the full weight of a royal decree. "You will be my first commander," Rimuru announced. "You were the leader of your people, and you showed great strategic sense and courage even in the face of despair. I require that same ability, that same dignity, to lead my forces. You will be my first commander, my general. You will lead my military, training and disciplining all who swear loyalty. Your task is to turn our collective strength into a single, cohesive force. You will be the shield of our nation. From this day forward, your name is Benimaru."

A brilliant flash of golden light, charged with a powerful, refined heat, enveloped the ogre leader. It was even more potent and carefully controlled than the one that had transformed Geld. His body pulsed, refining his immense frame. His bright crimson hair seemed to catch fire with the infusion of magicules, and his oni-horn sharpened, becoming a symbol of wisdom and command. When the light subsided, a new being stood before them: a true Ogre Kijin, his posture noble, his face commanding, and his aura that of an elite warrior-general.

The newly named Benimaru knelt with perfect, unhesitating grace. "My King," he rumbled, his voice now deep and resonant with authority. "I accept this honor. As your Commander, I vow to forge a military that can repel any threat. I will not fail to be your shield."

A brilliant flash of golden light enveloped the ogre leader, even more potent than the one that had transformed Geld. He emerged as an even more refined and powerful warrior, a true commander.

"Grizzled swordsman," Rimuru continued, his attention shifting. "Your swordsmanship is a peerless art. You will be our chief instructor, teaching all of our warriors how to fight with skill and discipline. From this day forward, your name is Hakurou."

A similar flash of light transformed the old swordsman, his wrinkles smoothing, his form becoming more agile and youthful while still retaining the wisdom in his eyes.

Rimuru then turned to the dark-robed shadow ogre, his movements quick and purposeful. "And you," he said, "you will be my spymaster and chief scout. You will be the unseen eyes and ears of our kingdom, gathering information and moving in the shadows. From this day forward, your name is Souei."

The shadow ogre’s form grew more defined and his presence more subtle, his aura becoming that of a true master of stealth.

Finally, Rimuru looked to the ogre princess. "You will be my chief steward and minister," he said. "You will oversee all of our domestic affairs, from crafting to diplomacy. From this day forward, your name is Shuna."

A gentle, ethereal glow surrounded her, and she emerged with an air of profound grace and wisdom.

"And you," Rimuru said, looking to the blacksmith. "You will be our master craftsman, forging the weapons and tools that will build and protect our nation. From this day forward, your name is Kurobee."

The blacksmith was enveloped in a final flash of light, his physique growing even more powerful and his aura becoming that of a true artisan.

Rimuru’s attention then fell upon the final ogre standing among the group—the massive, powerfully built warrior who had fought with a terrifying, almost reckless ferocity on the battlefield. She was the one who had charged without hesitation, whose unbridled strength had been a whirlwind of destruction against the Orcs. Her devotion was palpable, almost overwhelming.

"And finally, you," Rimuru said, his voice imbued with a thoughtful gravity. "Your strength is immense, your loyalty absolute, but your temperament is a tempest. You will be my sworn protector, my personal guard. Your skill is already a formidable weapon, but you will need discipline and an unwavering will to refine that raw power."

The warrior knelt immediately, her face tilted up to look at the small slime. Her eyes, filled with a zealous anticipation, were the only part of her massive frame that trembled. "I live only to serve you, my King. Whatever name you bestow, whatever task you assign, I will fulfill it without question!"

"Then heed your name," Rimuru declared, a controlled, massive surge of magicules focusing on her. "You are strength personified, a force of nature that will stand between me and any threat. From this day forward, your name is Shion."

The magical light that enveloped her was the most intense of all the Ogre transformations, burning with a fierce violet-gold. Her already formidable physique grew even more statuesque, her purple hair transforming into a brilliant, flowing cascade. Her expression, while still fiercely loyal, gained a new layer of focused intensity. She emerged from the light as a majestic Ogre Kijin, radiating raw, untamed power.

Shion rose, her movements now possessing a dangerous, predatory grace. She dropped to one knee, her voice ringing out with an absolute, heart-stopping fervor that overshadowed all the previous pledges.

"My King," she thundered, her voice like a war drum. "I am your shield and your blade. I swear an eternal oath—I will allow no harm to ever come to you. If a speck of dust so much as touches your form, I will annihilate the entire world to avenge the slight! My life is yours! My purpose is you!"

Rimuru merely absorbed the intensity of her pledge with a serene wobble, a slight, almost imperceptible shake that acknowledged her devotion.

"I accept your pledge, Shion," he replied simply, his voice cutting through her passionate declaration. The sheer, overwhelming zeal of her devotion was slightly alarming, but her power would be indispensable. He knew he'd have to keep a close eye on her methods, but her loyalty was absolute.

Each leader knelt, their hearts swelling with a new sense of pride and purpose. The Lizardmen were tasked with overseeing the new waterways and aquatic resources of the swamp. Rigurd and the goblins were put in charge of the agricultural efforts, teaching the Orcs how to farm with the new, efficient methods Rimuru would show them.

As the sun began to set, the first signs of the Jura Tempest Federation's future were already visible. The Orcs, under Geld’s direction, began moving massive stones and timber, their immense strength now a force for creation. The ogres and goblins, working side by side with their former enemies, began laying the groundwork for the first roads and buildings, all following the precise schematics Rimuru provided.

Rimuru watched it all, a deep, abiding satisfaction settling within him. This was not just a nation; it was a living, breathing masterpiece, a world being built with perfect foresight and compassion. He knew that this grand act of creation would not go unnoticed. The news of a new monster nation, a king who could command ogres and Orcs, would soon ripple through the Great Forest of Jura, reaching the ears of the Demon Lords and the Western Nations. The true challenge was yet to come, but the foundation of his perfect world had been laid.