Why Dark Alleys in Anime Is Always Dangerous?

Arriving in a dimly lit alleyway tucked away in Kyoto to avoid any prying eyes, I immediately detected an unpleasant odor wafting from behind me.

Turning around, I was met with a rather gruesome sight—a humanoid figure contorted in unnatural ways, accompanied by the lifeless body of a woman.

The creature displayed bloated parts on its body, while the unfortunate human corpse bore evident bite marks and missing limbs.

It was a sight that confirmed my suspicions, and [Dark Sage] swiftly corroborated it by cross-referencing the creature's magical wavelength with its extensive database on Demonic magic.

The results aligned perfectly, indicating that this was indeed a reincarnated devil who had become a stray and was likely undergoing the process of monsterfication.

Despite the various deformities that marred the devil's humanoid form, it was evident that it had resisted the transformation to the best of its abilities.

However, the presence of the lifeless human beside it hinted at its inability to suppress the instinctual urge to consume a human.

As I stood before this horrifying scene, I realized something peculiar—I felt no emotional reaction whatsoever.

No fear, no disgust, simply nothing.

Perhaps this numbness was a consequence of my unique slime nature, but I didn't particularly mind, as I anticipated encountering such scenes more frequently in the future.

The creature locked its gaze onto me, attempting to utter something, but all that escaped its mouth was incomprehensible gibberish.

Approaching cautiously, I remained on guard, prepared to dodge any potential threats.

In a sudden motion, the creature flailed about and raised its hand, giving rise to a magical circle.

Vigilant and ready, I evaded a fiery projectile that materialized from the circle, narrowly avoiding its impact as it collided with the wall behind me.

Inspecting the wall, I noticed that the damage was surprisingly minimal. Despite my limited sensory abilities, I could discern that the contained magic within the fireball was not particularly potent.

Perhaps my guard had been slightly overzealous?

Earlier, I had sensed the highly unstable energy fluctuations within the creature.

Could this be a side effect of its monsterfication?

Regardless, maintaining a defensive stance seemed prudent.

Redirecting my attention back to the creature, I raised my hand, witnessing as it transformed into a black goo that swiftly engulfed both the stray devil and the nearby human corpse.

Although the devil struggled in vain to escape, it gradually dissipated as the corrosive slime overcame its resistance.

Just as [Dark Sage] issued a warning regarding an attempt to alter my very being, my divinity instinctively reacted to the threat.

According to [Dark Sage]'s analysis, a crystal infused with demonic energy and magic had been attempting to change my race.

Yet, my divinity promptly intercepted the intrusion, effectively blocking its influence.

The black goo before me remained connected to my essence, and within it, a small crystal in the shape of a chess pawn was expelled.

This, undoubtedly, was the infamous Evil Piece used by devils to reincarnate other beings into devils themselves.

As the pawn-shaped piece descended to the ground, it crumbled into dust.

Without hesitation, I extended a portion of the blob to consume the dust, as even the tiniest fragment of data held value for further analysis.

The power of the Evil Piece to shape and transform one's very essence was truly remarkable.

Though I didn't require complete data, gathering enough information to process and experiment with was my objective.

I aspired to develop an ability akin to that of the devils, enabling me to alter the race of individuals.

Their offer of increased magical power and immortality had enticed countless ambitious individuals, including aspiring mages and power-hungry individuals.

Inspired by the scene where Rimuru revived his friend from death, I sought to bestow upon others a similar transformation, akin to Muzan's blood turning humans into Oni (Japanese Demons).

However, given that Oni already existed within the Japanese Underworld under Lady Izanami's domain, I would need to coin another term to describe this new race.

Perhaps "Bakemono"? It seemed fitting, considering my slime nature and the fact that I, myself, was a monster.

While not the most creative name, it would suffice for now.

My plan entailed connecting these transformed individuals to me, establishing loyalty through various means, ethical or otherwise, and effectively making them technically subservient with a semblance of freedom.

As they grew and developed, [Dark Sage] would diligently record their abilities and convert them into skills.

This approach would enable me to obtain skills beyond my own imagination, which I could then bestow upon other promising individuals.

The underlying purpose of this endeavor was to assemble my own army, a force that would provide unwavering support when the Shinto Pantheon might not be able to ensure my protection in the future.

While I would make every effort to maintain amicable relations with them, one could never predict what lay ahead, particularly in a world like DxD, filled with numerous unexplored crossovers.

With the remnants of the fallen devil fully absorbed, I retracted the black goo back into my hand.

Now armed with data on both human and devil physiology, I found my absorption skill to be relatively slow compared to Rimuru's, whose evolution had bestowed upon him an enhanced version of the ability.

My own skill, aptly named [Consume], remained true to the innate nature of all slimes.

The same could be said for my [Mimic] ability, which, despite its limitations in recreating a complete human form, allowed me to assume an exterior appearance, experience tactile sensations, and even possess a functional reproductive organ—a unique addition, to say the least.

Having my last look at the dark alley makes me wonder why dark alleys in Animes are always filled with danger? Before walking towards the streets.

Resuming my purpose in visiting Kyoto, I emerged from the shadowy alley and stepped onto the bustling streets.

It was the morning hours, and the city was already abuzz with people going about their daily routines.

The sight of cherry blossoms adorning the entire cityscape was truly breathtaking.

Transported momentarily by nostalgia, I found myself wanting to cruise down the streets in a Nissan Skyline, accompanied by an piping hot girl sitting next to me, speedometers ticking away on the highway.

It was 90s Japan after all.

Chuckling at the whimsical thought, I set my sights on a nearby cake shop called Iori Cake Shop, not wanting to visit empty-handed.

Stepping inside, I was greeted by a striking woman with long, black hair elegantly tied in a side ponytail on the right, accentuating her dark green eyes.

"Irasshaimase," she greeted me warmly, accompanied by a gentle smile.

Returning the smile, I inquired, "What flavors would you recommend for a gift that would please both a mother and a child? Something for a fox, if possible."