Rimuru and his companions visit the Dwarven Kingdom, the Armed Nation of Dwargon, in search of some artisans to help the Goblins learn to supply their own food, shelter, and clothing. However, a skirmish just outside the city gate lands Rimuru and Gobta in a prison cell. Then there's a report of an Armorsaurus in the nearby mines!
It's the fate of us weak monsters.
إنه مصيرنا نحن الوحوش الضعفاء
Das blüht hier allen schwachen Monstern.
Es el destino de los monstruos débiles.
Es el destino de los monstruos débiles.
C’est le destin
des monstres de bas niveau…
È il destino delle bestie magiche più deboli...
Parece ser o destino
de monstros fracos...
Видимо, такова судьба
всех слабых монстров...