This journey is surprisingly easy.
Suzuki mused to himself as he rode comfortably atop a massive, subdued Direwolf.
He hadn't stopped at just one. Following the safe path Treyni had laid out for him, he had dominated a small menagerie of beasts—including a heavily armored horse-like monster—to carry him and some of the physical loot he hadn't dumped into his infinite spatial storage. He rode them in relays, completely bypassing the arduous trek that normally claimed the lives of seasoned merchants and adventurers.
But how was he traveling so fast?
The primary reason was [Improvised Armament], a sub-skill of [Self-Made].
As long as he grabbed an object with intent, it became an extension of his will. But Suzuki had realized something critical during the goblin ambush: the skill didn't just apply to inanimate objects. If he grabbed a lesser beast with the intent to "wield" it as transport, the system forcefully adapted the creature.
Just as the skill hardened a rotting branch into steel, it reinforced the stamina and speed of his mount to absurd levels. Whether it was due to the systemic logic of [Self-Made], the algorithmic perfection of the [Manager], or just a loophole in the world's physics, it didn't matter. It worked flawlessly.
In the Tensura anime, travel time often felt instantaneous. Characters bounced from the Jura Forest to human kingdoms as if they were commuting to the next town over. The reality was vastly different.
The distances were immense. If he didn't have [Improvised Armament] supercharging his mounts, he feared the journey to Blumund would have taken over a month of grueling, dangerous travel.
Was he exaggerating? Not at all. Traveling across Tortus or this world without modern transportation was akin to traversing the ancient Silk Road. Historically, traveling the Silk Road could take upwards of two years. Without trains, cars, or airplanes, geography was a brutal, lethal barrier.
He was incredibly thankful for his skill. It operated similarly to the Knight of Owner Noble Phantasm used by Berserker Lancelot in the Fate series—anything he claimed became a peerless weapon. Naturally, Suzuki didn't plan on doing anything as violently unhinged as Lancelot; he just wanted a comfortable, high-speed commute.
Yet, despite his overpowered mobility, the true MVP of his journey was definitely Treyni.
As the Guardian Dryad, she maintained an intimate, telepathic connection with the flora and lesser spirits of the forest. She acted as a flawless, real-time GPS, guiding him through guaranteed safe routes where he wouldn't encounter a single hostile monster pack.
It was an incredible logistical advantage.
Hmm...
"What's wrong?" Treyni suddenly emerged seamlessly from the trunk of a nearby oak tree, floating by his side.
"..."
Suzuki wanted to ask if it was really a good idea for her to just pop up like that as they neared human territory. But considering her race, it was probably fine. She wasn't a rampaging Orc or a filthy Goblin. Furthermore, no normal human would be smart or crazy enough to assume the legendary Guardian of the Jura Forest was casually accompanying a lone merchant.
"No, it's fine," Suzuki replied, adjusting his glasses.
He was actually brainstorming a massive business opportunity. With Treyni's network, he could essentially monopolize his own magical Silk Road. He could establish an insurance company, charging merchants exorbitant premiums for guaranteed safety, while simultaneously levying toll fees for access to the only monster-free routes through the continent's most dangerous territory.
It was a brilliant plan, but he needed a foothold in human society first.
"Can I follow you into the city?" Treyni asked, looking at him with an irresistibly cute expression.
"...You want to come with me?"
"Yeah!"
"Absolutely not. You are far too beautiful. It's dangerous."
"Oh~!" Treyni flushed, clearly delighted by the blunt praise.
Suzuki didn't doubt her power, nor did he doubt her undeniable beauty. This slightly silly, incredibly powerful woman was his. Why would he let a bunch of filthy, uncultured humans gawk at her?
He could easily protect her, but getting into meaningless bar brawls over a beautiful woman was the ultimate cliché, and it was terribly inefficient. Before he paraded Treyni around human society, he needed to establish himself as a deterrent—someone so wealthy and politically untouchable that no one would dare provoke him. Having a beautiful woman by his side should be seen as a symbol of his status, not an invitation for trouble.
"Wait here. Once I secure my adventurer status and buy a proper estate, you can come play in the city," he promised.
"Eh? But waiting out here is boring..."
Suddenly, a sleek, modern wooden door materialized out of thin air, standing completely unsupported in the middle of the dirt path.
"This is...?" Treyni floated closer, inspecting the door curiously.
Suzuki didn't answer immediately. He simply reached out and opened it, revealing the pristine, magically climate-controlled interior of the Arifureta sanctuary penthouse.
"My sub-skill," Suzuki said smoothly. "Please, enjoy the air conditioning."
"..."
Treyni stared in an absolute daze. It looked completely alien, but her innate curiosity took over. She floated through the doorway, instantly welcomed by the sheer, immaculate comfort of modern Japanese architecture, plush couches, and a fully stocked refrigerator.
"I am never going back to the forest," she declared, immediately face-planting onto the memory-foam mattress.
"..."
Suzuki knew he had likely just permanently corrupted the Guardian of the Jura Forest with modern capitalism, but... it should be fine. She could do her Guardian duties remotely, right? Besides, her sisters were still out there.
"Now, let's get into Blumund."
After roughing it in the forest, Suzuki had expected the human city to be a beacon of comfort and civilization. Unexpectedly, upon breaking through the tree line, he found the city to be... severely lacking.
Well... what did I expect?
This world was a classic High Fantasy setting, but it carried a much harsher, "Dark Age" edge. It was a world defined by technological stagnation, deep isolation, and a brutal "Might Makes Right" philosophy.
Visually, the world was a collection of fragile "islands" of civilization surrounded by an ocean of lethal wilderness. Human cities were defined by thick, oppressive stone walls and cramped, muddy streets. The architecture was purely functional and defensive—heavy timber, cold grey stone, and narrow, barred windows.
The Jura Forest had acted as a dark, impenetrable green wall protecting the human nations from the Eastern Empire. Because Veldora was sealed there, no major nation dared to claim it, making it a geopolitical "black hole" where only the absolute strongest survived.
But now, everything is changing.
Treyni had informed him that Veldora's presence had vanished entirely. That massive "black hole" was now a geopolitical vacuum. Despite her cheerful demeanor in the penthouse, Treyni had been deeply stressed; she knew that without the Storm Dragon's deterrent, the forest would devolve into a chaotic, bloody free-for-all as nations and Demon Lords scrambled to claim the territory.
That was the main reason he had coaxed her into the penthouse—to keep her safe and distracted from the impending bloodbath.
Hmm...
Honestly, it had nothing to do with him. It might have been cold to think so, but the scale of the impending war was simply too massive. At his current Enlightened state, his combat power hovered around A-Rank. It was impressive, but still far too weak to dive into a multi-nation, Demon Lord-level conflict. More importantly, he knew Rimuru was already out there somewhere. The slime would handle the heavy lifting.
"Achooo!"
Rimuru sneezed violently. He could no longer chat with Veldora, which left him feeling a bit lonely as he bounced through the cave. He mentally pinged his Unique Skill, [Great Sage].
Can a slime actually catch a cold?
[Affirmative. However, in this instance, it is highly likely to be a sympathetic reflex caused by someone speaking about the host behind your back.]
...Do you really think something like that is scientifically possible?
It was a classic Japanese superstition—sneezing when someone gossiped about you. But who in this world would be talking about a random slime?
...It's not that guy, is it?
The legendary human transmigrator. The absolute degenerate who achieved Enlightened Sagehood by having an all-night snu-snu session with a group of beautiful Dryads!
"GODDAMMIT!"
Rimuru sighed heavily, his jelly body drooping. He thought for a long, pathetic moment before quietly asking his skill a very serious question.
Umm... Sage-sama? Is it theoretically possible for me to... grow a lower body, too?
[...]
[Great Sage] chose to remain completely silent.
Oblivious to the slime's despair, Suzuki finally approached the gates of Blumund.
He observed the city closely. Blumund was a visual blend of a humble, rural past and a rapidly accelerating commercial future. The capital city, Rondo, featured warm, stone-paved streets and timber-framed buildings that felt cozy rather than grand, decorated with flowering window boxes and narrow, winding merchant alleys.
Dominating the skyline was the Free Guild headquarters—the most active, bustling building in the kingdom. The courtyard was a sea of colorful adventuring gear: weathered cloaks, enchanted leather armor, and battered iron weapons.
Despite drawing quite a few stares—mostly because he looked incredibly clean, well-fed, and handsome compared to the rugged, muddy locals—Suzuki ignored the crowd. He walked straight through the heavy oak doors and approached the receptionist desk.
"Excuse me. I'd like to register with the guild."
Like any proper Isekai protagonist, his first step to global domination started with a basic guild card.
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By the way, he moves once again, this time in the world of Maken-Ki.
I know that some of you might be disappointed, but I can't get my excitement up with the world of Naruto somehow. It's a bit boring for me, so I change the world.
Anyway, if you want to see, please look foward his life on the Takeda Hiromitsu universe.
Thank you!