Before nations took shape…
Before Demon Lords carved their dominion…
Before anyone had ever heard the name Rimuru Tempest,
There was only power—wild, unchecked, without rule or reason.
Wild. Unrestrained. Lacking a rule or logic.
A world where strength alone dictated existence.
And on this day,
That world gained something new.
High above a desolate mountain range untouched by civilization, the sky fractured.
Not in the figurative sense. Literally.
Literally.
Space bent inward as an immeasurable quantity of magicules converged into a single point. Winds shrieked violently, torn apart by the distortion. The ground below split under pressure alone, unable to withstand what was forming above it.
This was not a natural phenomenon.
It was not a disaster.
It was a birth.
At the center of the collapsing storm, energy condensed beyond comprehension. Then, suddenly,
Everything stopped.
No wind. No sound. No movement. Only absolute stillness.
No sound.
No movement.
Absolute stillness claimed the world for a single, impossible moment.
And then,
Awareness emerged.
"…So this is death?"
The thought came calmly, but beneath it pulsed a subtle curiosity and bewilderment at the sheer alienness of the experience.
Far too calmly.
There was no pain. No fear. No confusion.
Only clarity.
There was no body to feel with, yet existence itself felt present—defined, real.
Defined.
Real.
Then, memories surfaced.
A different world. A structured one. Systems, rules, logic—everything governed by order.
A human life.
"…Guess I really died."
Even that realization carried no weight—just a strange numbness mingled with relief, as if all tension had been released.
Because something much greater replaced it.
Understanding.
Power.
It flowed endlessly.
Countless magicules responded precisely to his awareness. Not by command, but by innate recognition of his being.
Something absolute.
"…This… isn't normal."
The moment the thought formed,
The world answered.
[A True Dragon has been born.]
The voice resounded everywhere.
Not spoken.
Not heard.
But known.
The declaration of the Voice of the World.
A truth imposed upon reality alone.
Across the world, powerful beings stirred.
Ancient monsters lifted their heads.
Spirits shook in distant planes.
Those who ruled from shadows paused in silence.
Because that announcement meant only one thing:
A new pillar of existence has appeared.
At the center of the phenomenon, the newborn consciousness sharpened.
"…A True Dragon…"
The words carried weight.
Not as information.
But as instinct.
Understanding flooded in. It was not learned or remembered, but inherent.
True Dragons—existences beyond mortality, embodiments of forces.
Existences beyond mortality.
Embodiments of basic forces.
Beings that could not truly die.
"…So I'm one of them."
There was no disbelief.
Because the evidence was overwhelming.
Power bent effortlessly around him.
Space warped subtly with every shift of awareness.
And the frantic storm of magicules surrounding him
Felt wrong.
Unstable.
Unstructured.
"…That's annoying."
Without thinking,
He acted.
The raging storm froze.
Not violently.
Not forcibly.
But absolutely.
Magicules aligned.
Flowed.
Shaped themselves into a flawless, balanced equilibrium.
Order.
A pause.
Then—
The Voice spoke again.
[Individual confirmed. Existence Classification: True Dragon. Attribute confirmed: Dragon of Order and Law.]
For a moment,
The world itself appeared to settle.
As if something fundamentally incomplete had just been corrected.
"…Order… and Law."
The words echoed profoundly.
This wasn't a title.
It was a definition.
Understanding followed instantly.
Where others embodied destruction…
Storms…
Heat…
He—
Rules.
Limits.
Structure.
Structure.
He did not simply wield power.
He governed it.
"…So I bring control."
Not domination.
Not chaos.
But correction.
Before he could think further,
Reality changed.
Space itself parted.
A presence descended.
Not with force.
But it felt inevitable.
"…You have awakened."
The voice showed no strain or effort, yet it silenced everything else.
The newborn turned instinctively.
And for the first time—
He felt something unfamiliar.
Respect.
Before him stood the origin of all True Dragons,
Veldanava.
"…So you're the one behind all of this."
"In a sense."
The response was calm.
Certain.
Absolute.
Golden eyes observed him carefully.
"You are stable."
Not praise.
A statement.
"A formed ego at birth. Retained memory. Immediate control over your nature…"
A brief pause.
"…Unusual."
"…I used to be human."
"I am aware."
Of course he was.
"…Then you already know I won't go on a rampage."
"No."
Another pause.
"But that does not mean you will not reshape this world."
That
Was fair.
The newborn considered his existence.
His power.
His nature.
"…I probably will."
For the first time—
A delicate smile appeared on Veldanava's face.
"Good."
Magicules gathered.
Not chaotically.
But with purpose.
"Names define the soul."
The planet quaked.
Reality alone responded.
The newborn understood instinctively.
This moment might define him.
"From this moment on—"
Power descended, as if a law was being written into existence.
"—you shall be known as Velzareth."
Everything changed.
His existence stabilized completely.
His power aligned with flawless precision.
His will
Firmed into something absolute.
And once again,
The Voice spoke.
[Individual: Velzareth has been named.]
[Existence stabilized.]
[Attribute confirmed: Dragon of Order and Law.]
A brief silence followed.
Then—
Reality itself appeared to tighten.
[Ultimate Skill acquired: "Metatron, Lord of Judgment".]
For the first time—
The world reacted.
Magicules froze mid-flow.
Space steadied unnaturally.
Even the natural laws governing energy… aligned.
Velzareth stilled.
"…An Ultimate Skill… already?"
Understanding flooded instantly.
Perfect.
Complete.
Judgment.
Authority.
Control.
"…So this is my power."
The Voice carried on.
[Unique Skill acquired: "Investigator".]
[Unique Skill acquired: "Arbiter".]
[Extra Skills acquired: Magic Sense.]
[Extra Skills acquired: Universal Shapeshift.]
[Extra Skills acquired: Multilayer Barrier.]
[Extra Skills acquired: Spatial Motion.]
[Common Skills acquired: Thought Acceleration.]
[Common Skills acquired: Parallel Processing.]
[Common Skills acquired: Chant Annulment.]
[Common Skills acquired: All of Creation.]
[Common Skills acquired: Magic Perception.]
Silence returned.
Velzareth focused inward.
"Metatron."
The moment he acknowledged it,
The world responded.
An invisible domain spread outward.
Not forceful.
Not overwhelming.
But absolute.
"…No instability."
The surrounding magicules instantly aligned.
"…No unnecessary movement."
They stilled completely.
Perfect.
"…So I define the rules."
Not a suggestion.
Not influence.
But law.
A slow smile formed.
"…That's broken."
Veldanava watched without interruption.
"You understand quickly."
"I had practice."
Velzareth replied.
"…My old world was built on rules."
"…I see."
A brief pause.
"Then you will adapt well."
Velzareth expanded his awareness outward.
The world revealed before him.
Mountains.
Forests.
Creatures.
Energy flows.
All of it
Disorganized.
Unrefined.
"…This world is inefficient."
"That is its nature."
"…Not for long."
For the first time,
Veldanava did not respond immediately.
"…Perhaps."
Then,
He turned.
"Your path is your own."
No orders.
No guidance.
Only freedom.
"…You're leaving already?"
"Yes."
"…You're not going to interfere?"
A pause.
"No."
"…Watch, then?"
Another pause.
"…Perhaps."
And just like that,
He disappeared.
No flash.
No sound.
Just absence.
Velzareth remained alone.
For a moment, he did nothing.
Then,
He expanded his awareness further.
The world spread infinitely before him.
Power without structure.
Strength without regulation.
Existence without definition.
"…That won't work."
Not anymore.
Because now,
There was something new in this world.
Something that did not simply exist within the system, but defined it. Its presence shaped the very laws and boundaries of reality.
Velzareth moved.
Not physically.
But fundamentally.
His presence spread.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"…Let's begin."
Far away—
Old creatures stirred.
Not afraid.
Not yet.
But in awareness.
Because something unprecedented had appeared.
Not a destroyer.
Not a conqueror.
But something much more dangerous.
A being that decided…
What was allowed to exist.
And 500 years before the rise of Rimuru Tempest—
The world gained its first genuine ruler of law.