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O(I)O(I)

The story of Niaz Ooal Gown didn't end with him being devoured by a slime. In a secret lab he kept eldlich without any life—homunculus as they were—and generated a machine that could transfer his soul into another copy. There was only one problem: his subordinate accidentally put a low level eldlich on the machine.

And now—that low level eldich was imbued with the soul of Niaz coming to life with bright red eyes.

"I live! No one can kill the primordial god Niaz Ooal Gown!" Niaz roared. "Now to find the rest of my followers to raze this world. Detect!"

Niaz kept his head up and his red eyes closed waiting for the screeching sounds and blue figures that were his magic finding the allies he was looking for, but nothing happened as he postulated for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Detect! I said Detect!"

After numerous attempts to use his skill he checked his personal stats. To his panic his health was under 100 and all his stats were under 20. He couldn't deny what he was seeing with his own eyes: he was weak.

"SLOXIGOR YOU RUINED MY PLANS WITH YOUR INCOMPETENCE!"

Sloxigor was a dragonewt with red scales and gray eyes. Like all his subordinates whether he found them out in this putrid world or created them with certain materials he was dressed in garbs that resembled an airplane pilot with cotton stuffed in the sleeveless pits with three pentagon looking gold medals conjoined over his right breast.

He was sleeping soundly on his chair not even knowing his lord was awake.

"Sloxigor!"

"Sleeping sir. Five gold coins in my pocket-my dragon treasure—and loathing around is in my dragon blo-"

"Why have I been resurrected as a level 1 eldlich?"

Sloxigor awoke so startled he nearly fell off his chair. Acting fast he jumped out of his chair and bowed before the revered eldlich.

"It's my fault. I'm such a worm. I accidentally lost all your exact replicas and had them replaced thinking you'd never have to be reborn."

"Damn your stupidity. I'd kill you if most of my other underlings weren't annihilated by that bald headed plastic wearing weirdo. Starting off weaker than I already was is hidebound to me but without much choice I have to relearn everything I've spent over a decade mastering. Now make yourself useful and bring me a spell book!"

O(I)O(I)

After a whole day of waiting King finally got his package of a checkered covered notebook. Took him an extra three hours to save up for some mechanical pencils but he couldn't write without one on hand. King never had much talent when it came to writing, so of course there were some grammar mistakes in his story but he was able to convey the gist of what he wanted to happen in it—and for a first year writer that was really all he could ask for.

King now waited for the moment when Saitama would show up from that different world like he promised he would.

And—he showed up almost instantaneously through a swirling upright wormhole. The two bros were quiet for a long period of time before Saitama raised his hand.

"Hi King. Thank you for listening to my message. I'm sorry if it sounded weird to you."

"Honestly, if it didn't sound like you I would've moved it into my spam folder."

"Yeah. Now let's talk about what you wrote. You clearly didn't write the story where I go back to that fantasy world and fight an army too strong even for me."

"I thought about writing it, man, but some kind of inspiration must've fringed in my head because what I started writing was a story where we get reunited."

King felt a little lighter in his chest until he looked at the wise eyed expression he gave him.

"Did I screw everything up?"

"Probably. That being said it's not like I was so involved in that world it saddened me I can't get back. Can I use your phone; I need to call Genos."

King told Saitama where his phone was, an old flipphone, and he dialed the numbers to call Genos. Genos didn't carry a phone—one was embedded in him courtesy of his doctor.

The voice Genos breathed out was desperate, phlegmic.

"Master Saitama I need your help!"

"Help? Genos where are you?"

"In Atomic Samurai's palace. Hurry, Tatsumaki is about to do something very dangerous."

Without wasting a second to tell King what was going on he wrote him a note of where he was going...and bolted out his window after leaving it on his kitchen counter. King at the time was coming out with a cup of orange juice and a cheese danish.

He saw an open window with no Saitama.

O(I)O(I)

In the isekai world Saitama was getting accustomed to a grayish dark haired nineteen year old boy with blue eyes cladded in a red cloak was trekking towards his next town tailed by a large, puffy white wolf with a black collar and multinous hopping slimes.

There were many blue slimes with only a few red brimming with fire or yellow with long lines etched on their foreheads. This young barely eligible to be called man's name was Uiyyji and like Saitama he was from another world before coming here. Unlike Saitama he was just a normal office worker whose job was to help build appliances that could be turned on by sound. Now, he was both a tamer and a sage.

Suddenly, a pink door ripped open. It was the width of a castle and through it he saw a curly green haired girl floating next to an elfish dark skinned girl sitting on her feet with her eyes closed.

The girl in green noticed Uyyji.

"What world is this?"

He looked at her with a cold demeanor and his voice was as quiet as a mouse.

"I don't know. Are you from Earth?"

"I am. Is this an Earth where elves, orcs, and..." Her eyes flitted to the multitude of slimes hopping about joyously like six year olds. "Slimes."

"It is. Were you also brought here by what would only be a god or a bunch of summoners put together?"

"I need to see how powerful this world is. Am I allowed to test my powers on you?"

"You may."

Tatsumaki used her psychic powers to lift a big rock she then hurled straight towards the gloomy boy and his slimes. To counter he conjured a holographic blue screen. He flicked a finger on a small rectangular button that lit up with white LED light.

"Spell Transfer: Fireball!"

One of his slimes opened its mouth while a fireball was brimming from a circle with runes. A fireball was spewed from the circle making direct contact with the boulder. Like a bomb the boulder exploded raining chunks of rock all around the gaggle of slimes whose body just absorbed the rocks before dissolving them.

Tatsumaki looked at this with no joy. She still stood behind the door just slightly moving her eyebrows. She needed something stronger to hurl at him.

Very soon—she shot out a flurry of mice, shoes, gravel and broken needles straight towards the boy and his pets.

"Spell Transfer: Cyclone!"

A slime unleashed a vortex of raging winds spiraling around the flurry of trash before veering it heavenwards over them. A few of the slimes as well as the white wolf watched in bewilderment as a twenty foot tall spire of trash was being moved by a gust of wind thrashing around it. The boy on the other hand outstretched his hand.

"Hellfire Wrath Times Two!"

This time circles appeared out of his hand; two circles barely agape apart.

And then—searing flames of intense heat plumed out of them scorching into all the trash until it reached the summit. In no time all trash had burned away into flakes of cinder.

Tatsumaki had enough of his vexing spells. She tried using her psychic powers on the boy himself. However, he figured she would try a trick like that which was why when the tower started burring he used another spell. Now they were surrounded in a giant bubble made of pink metal.

That barrier was his threshold.

Tatsumaki could not reach him while she stayed tethered in her own world. She almost flew in and gave him a whole country size landfall but she knew she could get trapped inside and her battle with Saitama taught her to restrain herself more. In the end, she gave up—this world was going to need to see the likes of her.

The door closed leaving Uiyyji back alone with his slimes. With the psychic girl gone he brought the barrier down. It took a bit of brainpower for him to remember what he was supposed to be doing: a quest.