Reincarnation with Rimuru from Tensura

Wasteland

The world, a colossal machine of intricate design, comprised countless moving parts and gears, each essential to its flawless operation. Yet, despite its sophistication, it was delicate and fragile, requiring every component to be in optimal condition for peak performance. A seemingly insignificant cog could spell catastrophe, bringing the entire mechanism to a grinding halt.

Already, there were several potential cogs threatening the delicate balance of the machine, their mere existence posing a risk.

Like the flutter of a butterfly's wings causing a distant storm, their actions had the potential to set in motion a chain of events that could culminate in disaster. However, looming on the horizon was a storm far more perilous, capable of engulfing the entire world in its destructive path.

And now, one of these ominous cogs was poised to enter the giant machine, unbeknownst to everyone whether it would bring Chaos or Harmony in it's wake.

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The wind howled fiercely, whipping through the desolate landscape with relentless force. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the barren earth below as if it were tearing the very fabric of existence itself.

No sun graced the sky, its absence leaving a void that was filled only by the oppressive presence of black clouds looming overhead. The land, too, was shrouded in darkness, covered in a thick layer of black mud that swallowed any semblance of life. Not a single tree, plant, or blade of grass dared to thrive in this desolation, the air heavy with the stench of decay.

No houses or man-made structures dotted the landscape, yet evidence of a colossal battle remained evident. Craters, vast as small towns, scarred the land, a testament to the devastation that had transpired.

This world was dying, consumed by darkness and despair. And yet, amidst the ruins, there was one who remained.

In this dying world, only one survivor remained—a lone figure seated upon a rock, eyes closed in deep contemplation.

SHRIEK~

Occasionally, bone-chilling shrieks, akin to roars, echoed through the desolation, serving as a grim reminder of the world's demise.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure finally opened his eyes—terrifying blood-red orbs that seemed to pierce through one's soul. Clad in garments reminiscent of a Hanfu dress from another world, the attire bore countless signs of wear and tear, a testament to the countless battles endured. Despite the tattered appearance, an air of dignity and fear emanated from him, unmistakable even amidst the desolation.

Long, jet-black hair, bound by a single crimson red thread, cascaded down his back, a stark contrast to his dark attire. His face, emotionless and unblemished, seemed an impossibility in a world wrought with destruction.

With deliberate grace, he rose to his feet, a jet-black sword hanging from his waist like a shadow in the night.

CRACK~

A resounding crack reverberated through the desolate landscape, accompanied by a thunderous noise that shook the very ground. The swirling black clouds began to converge, coalescing into a singular focal point.

Gradually, a pair of colossal black eyes materialized within the heart of the tempest, their gaze instilling fear in any who dared to behold them.

Yet, the lone figure remained unfazed, as if such occurrences were commonplace to him. Even as the pitch-black mouth formed within the swirling clouds, emitting a deafening roar, consuming everything in its path, he did not flinch. The stone beneath him disintegrated into particles, vanishing into thin air, mirroring the fate of the world itself as it crumbled into oblivion. With each passing moment, the clouds took on a more sinister form, as if heralding the descent of an Evil God.

In mere seconds, the world teetered on the brink of annihilation.

The figure clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in frustration, yet he did not spare a glance at the cause of the devastation. Instead, he forged ahead, each step a testament to his unwavering resolve.

SWIRL~

With a swirl of movement, a crack began to materialize in front of the figure as he continued his determined stride. Each step towards it widened the chasm until, mere meters away, it fully opened, revealing a portal bathed in pure light. The radiance illuminated the desolate wasteland, unveiling its true devastation—a scene both haunting and mesmerizing. Blackened soil, cursed and crumbling, lay beneath swirling clouds and mist, devoid of life, disintegrating into tiny particles.

Pausing for a moment, the figure wrestled with the urge to look back. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, steeling himself with resolve. With a determined gaze, he stepped resolutely into the portal.

As his foot crossed the threshold, the portal sealed shut, plunging the wasteland back into darkness. In the absence of light, the desolation seemed even more profound, a silent witness to the depths of despair.

BOOM~

With a deafening boom, the descent of the Evil creature was complete, hungering for another world to devour.

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Author/n:
Trying out some new ideas and style after a long time. Hope you like it, comment what you think.