I had expectations on the skill absorption description since it's a creativity gold mine (11/24 insert nigga what meme) and a bit interested in a monster country management since I expected these to be different from humans.
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| "Creativity gold mine", literally the tropest trope that ever trope |
Plot reminder (until volume four)
Some guy got killed in a rather stupid way; he jumps in front of another guy wielding a knife to save his co-workers whom he claims to despise.
Then, as he dies, a strange mechanical voice in his head starts granting him abilities and resistances for his next life interpreting the last words of the character (e.g. "Death is so cold... -Cold resistance attained-").
The character dies, and as the title suggests, reincarnates as a specially powerful slime, fights and absorbs a bunch of non-creative insect-looking creatures found in the not named sealed cave he is in until a frightful sight of a trapped legendary dragon "Veldora" stops him in his tracks. Veldora explains how a human hero trapped him there and after Slime promises to free him from his captivity gets his benediction via naming him "Rimuru Tempest" (Naming makes monsters more powerful, due to a magic system that even though pretty bland is still functional)
Rimuru exits the cave and goes to a goblin village, the goblins drop to their knees before him, then a pack of wolves attacks said village, but predictably they are defeated and through indirect coercion forced to form a covenant with Rimuru, who names both all goblins and wolves and becomes some sort of monster's paladin. So far, so good.
But then Fuse (the author) gets hit in the head or something and with all the good descriptions and appealing points of the plot, any trace of potential systematically dies.
After that moment, around half of the three-hundred-page volume, the story follows a tedious circle of "powerful guy/s show-up, drama moment, then defeated and absorbed or convinced to ally, spa break and then start over", no more creativity on the new skills attained, no more promising characters, no more delving into information for the release of the bloody dragon of the beginning, no active pursuit of the sworn vendetta over that who Rimuru called friend, just him playing "SimCity" with what I call "Atlanta nights moments" which consist in Fuse describing how big the boobs of a character are, or how sexy their voice is, or what a hard candy Milim looks like (and I say "looks" because he pulls the "she looks like a middle schooler but I swear you she's three hundred years old old" crap) and never-ending descriptors alongside unbearably inconsequential moments like "A character trying clothes on B character" or "A character and B character drinking a lot of booze" or even more vexing "a bunch of seemingly important characters has twenty pages long reunion only to say nothing relevant to the plot".
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| Why is she naked? Demon lords are too poor to afford clothing? |
If only instead of thirteen volumes Fuse had condensed the story into one, top three volumes, the book could be good but, alas, the almighty dollar was stronger than any other aspiration, and Tensura was swallowed into the whirlpool of boring thrash. 3.5/10
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