I was an ordinary office worker. After being murdered by a criminal, I transmigrated to another world and became a slime.
After all kinds of trials, I became a Demon Lord. Then, while my friend Milim was testing a new spell, I transmigrated again.
The good news: This time I didn't reincarnate as some strange creature.
The even better news: The Great Sage, who knows everything, came along too.
The new world is very similar to the one I transmigrated from. I was invited to become a teacher here, with two students under my care: one lively and cheerful, the other steady and dependable.
Because time flows differently between the two worlds, when I returned to the new world again, I discovered that everything had changed.
Both students were dead. The friend who invited me to teach was dead, too. One of my friend's students had their body stolen by an unknown creature, and another student was cut in half right in front of me.
I'm angry. Really angry. I'm not happy.
[Short story, inspired by a manga that got me fired up, and I've been watching Slime lately.]
Theme: World peace
