Ok so hope yall enjoy. this is also want to to add a love interest even tho I know I said only 5. im adding 1 extra she will be a character from a different verse that i redesigned into a elf and really like how it came out when I was playing around with it so unless yall really hate the idea I wont do it. But if not we are getting....
elf prinz Eugene (wont be named fully the same)
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A few days had passed since Varion's audience with King Gazel.
Dwargon's researchers had been more than eager to assist once they learned of his spatial magic. In exchange for letting them observe and document how **Astral Gate** interacted with the world's ambient magicules, they provided him with private training grounds, high-quality magical tools, and detailed archives on spatial theory. The collaboration had been fruitful for everyone.
Varion had made significant progress. He now understood two distinct ways to open a portal. The first was through memory or sight — any location he had personally visited, could clearly remember, or could currently see with his own eyes. The second required spatial coordinates: precise magical data points that described a place's position in the world. The researchers had been fascinated by how cleanly his skill wove through space, and Varion had learned just as much from their measurements and feedback. Each successful use of gate took less magicule than the last, and the backlash from failed attempts had grown far milder.
He was still far from opening a stable path back to Earthland, but the foundation was solid.
On the morning of the fourth day, Varion wandered the bustling streets of Dwargon's upper districts. The underground city never truly slept, but the morning shift brought a lively energy — merchants calling out wares, the clang of forges in the distance, and the steady hum of magicules that still gave him that pleasant, controlled buzz beneath his skin.
Then a faint prickle ran down the back of his neck.
**Cosmic Insight** activated on its own.
He stopped mid-step, head tilting slightly. There — a strange but deeply familiar presence. It felt like his fathers magic but far far different, ancient and vast yes, yet muted, as though sealed behind a thick barrier. The signature was weaker than anything he associated with his father, and the flavor was different too — more chaotic, stormy, and wild where Veldanava's had always felt like calm, ordered starlight.
Still, it tugged at something instinctive inside him. It reminded him, however distantly, of Veldanava.
Varion turned toward the source and began walking, curiosity pulling him through the crowded streets. The feeling grew stronger as he moved deeper into one of the artisan districts. Smiths' hammers rang out, the air thick with the scent of heated metal and enchantments.
He came to a stop in front of a modest but well-kept blacksmith shop. The sign above the door was simple, the interior visible through the open entrance — racks of weapons, glowing runes on the walls, and the rhythmic clang of metal on metal from deeper inside.
Varion hesitated only a moment before raising his hand and knocking firmly on the doorframe.
He stepped inside. The shop was warm, filled with the comforting smell of worked metal and magic. His eyes swept the room once — then locked instantly onto the source of the strange signature.
There, sitting on a stool behind the counter, was a small blue slime.
The magicules he could feel inside it were unmistakable. Sealed, contained, but undeniably draconic — a storm of raw power held in check. It was nothing like the vast, ordered cosmic presence of Veldanava. This one felt wilder, more tempestuous, like a caged hurricane rather than a steady constellation. Yet the underlying "dragon" essence was similar enough that Varion's heart gave a small, instinctive lurch.
The slime noticed him immediately. Its body jiggled slightly as two big, curious eye-like shapes formed on its surface, regarding him with open interest.
Varion stood still for a long second, the realization settling over him like a warm weight.
*This… this is connected to a True Dragon.*
He took a slow step forward, voice calm but carrying a note of quiet wonder.
"Hello there."
**Rimuri's POV**
The blacksmith shop smelled of hot metal, oil, and faint enchantments. I jiggled slightly on the stool behind the counter, trying not to look too impatient while Kaijin worked in the back. The dwarf was muttering to himself about the latest batch of swords, his hammer ringing steadily against the anvil. I was here to recruit skilled artisans and buy proper equipment for the goblin village. Clothes, tools, weapons — anything to help us grow faster.
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I perked up. *Powerful?* I stretched a little pseudopod to peer toward the door just as a knock sounded.
The door swung open and a young man stepped inside.
My core froze for a split second.
'He was… stunning. Tall, with sharp crimson hair that seemed to catch the forge light like living embers. Emerald-green eyes that scanned the room with calm confidence. Broad shoulders, easy posture, and an aura of power that made the air around him feel heavier. My gaze lingered on the way his shirt hugged his chest, the subtle flex of muscle in his arms as he closed the door behind him. Oh god he was hot.'
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*Shut up, Great Sage. I'm allowed to look.*
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'Similar to Veldora and a otherworlder?!!' That explained the strange feeling. Veldora's sealed presence inside me stirred faintly, almost curious, but the man's magicules weren't chaotic like my storm dragon friend. They were… ordered. Cosmic. Like a clear night sky full of steady, ancient stars.
The man's eyes swept the shop once — then locked directly onto me.
I felt the moment he sensed it. His posture didn't change, but his emerald gaze sharpened, focusing on my slime body, where Veldora's power was sealed deep inside. Like he could tell it was there, but not quite if it was her or something inside her.
He took one slow step forward, voice calm but carrying a quiet note of wonder.
"Hello there."
"Hi"
I jiggled once in greeting, trying to play it cool while Great Sage continued its rapid analysis in the background.
'Who the hell is this guy? And why does he feel kinda like veldora'
"Back to 3rd pov"
Varion stepped into the modest blacksmith shop, the warm air thick with the scent of heated metal, oil, and faint enchantment residue. The rhythmic clang of a hammer echoed from the back room, but his attention snapped immediately to the counter.
There, perched on a stool, was a small blue slime.
He stood still for a long second, emerald eyes locked on the slime. The creature jiggled slightly, two large, curious eyes forming on its surface as it regarded him right back.
Before either could speak, a gruff stocky dwarf with a thick beard and work-hardened hands emerged, wiping sweat from his brow. He glanced between Varion and the slime, then offered a tired but friendly nod.
"Name's Kaijin. What can I do for you, stranger?"
Varion offered a polite smile, keeping his tone casual. "Just looking around. I sensed something… interesting from outside. Mind if I browse?"
The slime jiggled again, almost like it was sizing him up. Varion could feel its magicules shifting slightly, as if something vast and sealed within it was faintly stirring in response to his presence.
Kaijin chuckled, setting down his hammer. "You've got good instincts. I know a thing or two about enchantments, but I'm a bit swamped at the moment. Got an order for twenty magic swords for the kingdom, and the ore situation is a nightmare."
The slime perked up immediately, its body bouncing with clear interest. "Magic swords? I might be able to help with that."
Varion watched with quiet curiosity as the slime extended a small ?limb? and produced a chunk of refined ore from… somewhere inside itself. The dwarf's eyes widened.
"Magisteel? High quality too. Where in the world did you get that?"
The slime didn't answer directly. Instead, it asked for one of the sample swords Kaijin had already made. After a quick analysis, the slime's body shimmered, and nineteen perfect duplicates of the sword appeared in a neat stack, all made from the new ore.
Kaijin stared, stunned. "That's… that's impossible. You just solved my entire problem in seconds."
The slime jiggled happily. "Glad I could help! Now, about that favor I mentioned earlier…"
Kaijin laughed heartily, the tension draining from his shoulders. "You drive a hard bargain, but I like your style. As thanks for saving my hide, how about I take you to the best elf-staffed bar in the city? The girls there know how to make a dwarf feel welcome. We can talk business over drinks."
The slime jiggled with visible excitement and a visible blush. " yes!!."
Kaijin's gaze shifted to Varion, who had remained quietly observant near the door. "You seem like an interesting fellow yourself. Care to join us? The more the merrier."
Varion considered for a brief moment, then gave a small nod. The sealed draconic presence inside the slime continued to tug at his senses. Curiosity won out.
"I'd be grateful," he said. "Lead the way."
Kaijin clapped his hands together. "Then it's settled! Let me just finish the paperwork for these swords, and we'll head out."