Naming the Ogres (Re Written)

Inside a luxurious room adorned with rich tapestries and intricate woodwork, two men sat facing each other. The room exuded opulence, with golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the dark mahogany furniture. A plush, deep-red carpet covered the floor, muffling their voices and footsteps. The walls were lined with shelves filled with rare books and artifacts, and a large, ornate fireplace crackled softly, adding to the room's grandeur.

One of the men, dressed in a clown costume similar to Footman's and Tear's, was Laplace. His usually cheerful demeanor was replaced by a grim expression. Across from him sat Clayman, who had the appearance of a wealthy noble. Clayman's slim, oblong head was topped with pale lavender hair, styled meticulously to convey his status.

Laplace's face was uncharacteristically somber as he delivered the news. "Clayman, I got some bad news from the boss. Footman and Tear... they're dead."

Clayman's eyes widened in shock, his usually composed expression faltering. "What? Who did it?" he demanded, his voice tinged with disbelief and rage.

Laplace shrugged, his face twisted with a mixture of sorrow and frustration. "I don't know. They were heading to the ogre village last I heard. That's all the boss told me."

Clayman stood up abruptly, knocking over a glass of wine that had been on the table. The deep red liquid spilled across the expensive carpet, but he paid it no mind. "We need to avenge them. We can't let this go unanswered!"

Laplace shook his head, his voice low and serious. "The boss said not to rush it, Clayman. We gotta wait for his direction."

Clayman's face contorted with fury. "Are you just going to sit there and do nothing? They were our friends! You coward!" His voice rose, filled with venom. 

Laplace's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, a dangerous glint appeared in them. He stood up slowly, his demeanor shifting from sorrowful to menacing. "Watch your mouth, Clayman," he warned, his voice cold.

But Clayman was beyond reason. "You're pathetic! You never considered them as your friend, if you'd—"

Before he could finish, Laplace moved with lightning speed. He grabbed Clayman by the collar and threw him against the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of Clayman, and he crumpled to the floor.

Laplace stood over him, his face a mask of rage. "

"Ya think you're tough, huh? Talkin' big but you're just a weakling." He kicked Clayman in the stomach, causing him to gasp for breath. "Listen up, Clayman. You ain't gonna do nothin' without the boss's say-so. You're weak. You ain't got the guts to handle this on your own. So shut your trap and wait for orders."

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The remnants of the ogre village lay in ruins, charred and broken by the devastating orc attack. More than 300 ogre survivors knelt in front of Veldora, their expressions a mix of fear, gratitude, and uncertainty.

<<Master, we are ready to transfer all the members your domain,>> Raphael's voice echoed in Veldora's mind.

"Alright, let's go," Veldora commanded.

In an instant, the entire group was enveloped in a magical aura and transported to the goblin village. The ogres were stunned. Transporting that many people at once was a feat they had never witnessed before. Initially skeptical about following this powerful stranger, their doubts melted away when they saw his capabilities.

Upon arrival, Treyni appeared before Veldora, dropping to her knees in reverence. 

The ogres were taken aback by this display of deference. Even the chieftain's eyes widened in surprise. If such a respected figure as a dryad showed such submission, this person's power must be truly immense.

"Welcome back, Lord Veldora," she greeted.

At Treyni's greeting, a realization struck all the ogres. They couldn't believe what they heard.

Treyni summoned a wooden chair with a flick of her hand, and Veldora seated himself regally. He looked over the ogres, noticing their surprised expressions.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Storm Dragon Veldora," he said nonchalantly.

At this revelation, everything made sense. The ogres knew he wasn't lying. No one would dare to claim themselves as the Storm Dragon Veldora. It was such a name. Only a fool would do it, and they knew the person sitting in front of them was no fool.

The ogres were now very happy that Veldora had chosen them to serve under him. They had heard tales of the Storm Dragon Veldora, the being revered as a god by the monsters of Jura Forest. He was the embodiment of destruction, who used to destroy cities and towns just for fun. He was so powerful people used to refer to him as a natural phenomenon rather than an individual person. Whoever suffered from his destruction didn't seek revenge; instead, they blamed their luck.

In seconds, all the ogres indiscriminately prostrated themselves in front of him. "Our god, Storm Dragon Veldora, we pledge our loyalty to you. We will serve you until our last breath."

Veldora looked down at the kneeling ogres, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Very well. But you guys are too weak to be of any use to me. So, I am going to name all of you."

A murmur of excitement spread through the ogres. They understood the significance of receiving names from such a powerful being.

Veldora began the naming process, starting with the chieftain. "You shall be Akamaru," he declared. The chieftain's body glowed briefly as he absorbed the power of the name.

"And you," Veldora pointed to the chieftain's wife, "will be Riri."

One by one, he continued until he reached the last ogre. "And you will be Souie."

Naming 300 ogres was no easy feat. As they were high-ranking monsters, naming them consumed a large amount of magicules. The original Rimuru lost consciousness after naming just five ogres, but this was not an issue for Veldora, who possessed the largest amount of magicules in the world. The immense reservoir of his magicules allowed him to name them all without showing signs of fatigue.

Furthermore, the power increase after the naming depends significantly on the person giving the names. Veldora had high hopes that these ogres would be stronger than their original counterparts due to the vast difference in power between him and Rimuru.

The ogres did not evolve immediately; it would take them a good night's sleep to complete their transformation. Veldora ordered Treyni to guide the ogres to the sealed cave where they would stay until proper accommodations could be built for them.

Veldora wanted to fuck the ogre girls right away but he didn't wanted to mess up with the evolution process.