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It had been thirty-seven hours since his arrival in this world.
This was the first time Rimuru had walked the streets alone. The campus was quiet, with only a few students visible in the distance. He enjoyed the serene atmosphere of the afternoon stroll.
For about five minutes.
"So..." Rimuru stopped dead in his tracks, looking left, then right. "Where the hell is the Director's office?!"
Rimuru had finally discovered a fatal flaw in this slime body.
He was directionally challenged.
He searched his memory palace. He combed through every fragment of his life. He found nothing.
He knew the name of the hotel he stayed in. He knew the room number. But where was it located on a map?
No idea!!
Driven to desperation, he had no choice but to rely on his cheat skill again.
"Great Sage, I hope those Lords who just left the meeting don't mind me pinging the radar one more time..."
[Magic Perception!]
Vwoom.
In an instant, an invisible wave pulsed outward from Rimuru. Hidden Bounded Fields, wandering students, and patrolling lecturers all appeared clearly in his mind's eye. Buildings were scanned and reconstructed by the Great Sage, projecting a wireframe model directly onto his retinas.
[Success. 3D Retinal Map Simulation: Active.]
Rimuru focused his will.
"Great Sage, add a Main Quest marker: Find the Director!"
[Affirmative. Calculating route...]
[Navigation: On.]
Once the glowing arrows materialized on his retina, Rimuru nodded in satisfaction.
This is the correct way to navigate.
Nice. When I get back, I'll ask Great Sage to add some sound effects. Then I'll basically have a full-blown Gamer System!
Ah, the joys of a transmigrator are often so simple and unpretentious.
After entertaining himself with his DIY system for a while, Rimuru followed the Great Sage's guidance and successfully located the legendary Director's Office.
It was situated deep within the academic district under the Director's direct management, specifically, in the innermost sanctum of the Grand Lecture Hall used for storing Sealing Designation materials.
As he walked down the corridor, the walls were lined with display cases showcasing the glorious achievements of various Lords and Lecturers, alongside some... less savory specimens.
The heavy doors opened automatically as he approached.
To his surprise, the Director's office wasn't large. In fact, compared to May Riddell's luxurious lounge, it was significantly smaller.
Two heavy green curtains obscured the room's only window, allowing just a single sliver of sunlight to pierce the gloom. In that beam of light, a potted orchid was lazily swaying its roots, which caught Rimuru's attention immediately. A sentient plant?
Next to the window sat a massive desk that occupied nearly a third of the room. Behind it was a gorgeous, red-upholstered wooden chair with gold trim, currently empty.
The desk itself was less "workspace" and more "museum display." Aside from a magical typewriter and a few scattered quills, the surface was cluttered with rare materials and artifacts.
The walls were even more telling. Apart from the door and the window, the other two walls were lined with cabinets filled with jars. Inside those jars, floating in formalin, were severed hands, feet, and the grotesque remains of Phantasmal Species.
The vibe wasn't "Office." It was definitively "Mad Scientist's Laboratory."
The rest of the floor was covered by a thick carpet. Two plush red sofas with dark gold accents faced each other over a small coffee table, where a cup of coffee sat, having long since gone cold.
"I thought you would have arrived a little earlier."
The Director's voice was deep, yet strangely hollow and ethereal. It immediately reminded Rimuru of the rumors circulating outside, that the Director was a ghost, or perhaps a wraith.
Looking at the figure sitting on the sofa opposite him, Rimuru couldn't help but agree.
The Director appeared somewhat thin and hunched, though undeniably spirited. His face was hidden in deep shadow, obscured by a layer of darkness similar to the familiars seen at the meeting. It was impossible to make out his features.
"My apologies."
Rimuru suppressed his curiosity and the urge to stare rudely. He lowered his gaze, sitting down opposite the Director with a hint of embarrassment.
"I got lost on the way here..."
According to the legends, the Director of the Clock Tower was an ancient monster who had lived for thousands of years. He hadn't shown his face in nearly a millennium, spending his time maintaining the Spirit Tomb Albion and only occasionally summoning Lords to offer advice.
Some guessed he was a ghost. Others speculated he was a user of the First Magic.
But the moment Rimuru stepped into this room, he felt something else entirely.
Creeping horror. And Pressure.
It wasn't just fear. It was a biological imperative. A sense of unquestionable submission, majesty, and dread that struck directly at his bloodline.
Do I have some blood relation to the Director?
For a split second, Rimuru was stunned. But he quickly dismissed it. Obviously not. Then where is this feeling coming from? Rimuru glanced at the specimens on the wall, and realization dawned on him.
His essential nature wasn't human. He was a Slime. A monster. A Phantasmal Species. If this pressure wasn't coming from some high-level material in the jars, then Rimuru could conclude with 80% certainty:
The mysterious Director sitting before him definitely possessed the bloodline of a Phantasmal Species.
And a high-ranking one at that.
When I think about it, it's not surprising. Rimuru stared thoughtfully at the carpet. Albion is the gateway to the Inner World, the realm of Fairies and Phantasmal Species. It makes sense that the keeper of the gate, the pinnacle of Mages, would have a connection to that side.
But that raised a new question.
Rimuru froze.
He had assumed the Director summoned him just for a routine questioning about the assassination. But considering the Director barely showed his face twice in a thousand years... was a sniper attack really enough to warrant a personal audience?
I might have been thinking too simply.
If the Director was connected to Phantasmal Species... and Rimuru was secretly a Slime masquerading as a human...
So, why did the Director call me here? Rimuru sucked in a cold breath. Suddenly, he was very, very nervous.
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