Pepper Potts entered the lab with lunch in hand. As far as the eye could see, the lab was filled with mechanical arms and parts.
"Time to eat!"
"Thanks, just put it on the table. I'll come eat when I have a moment!"
Tony Stark didn't even turn his head, his mind completely immersed in the suit's design.
Pepper was helpless. She had even put on beautiful makeup before coming in, but Tony didn't even glance at her.
Casting pearls before swine—truly boring!
In the past, Tony was always carousing with other women, which made her jealous.
Now that Tony had finally changed his ways, she thought he would spend more time with her.
However, Tony was now spending more time with these steel contraptions than he ever did cavorting with those messy women before.
She just couldn't understand what was so great about those pieces of junk.
After staying in the lab for a while and seeing that Tony had no intention of acknowledging her, Pepper felt bored. She took another lunch and walked into the adjacent lab.
"Rimuru, time to eat!"
"Oh, oh, just a moment, I'm almost done here!"
Rimuru replied while busy with the task at hand.
Seeing the various machines in front of Rimuru, Pepper's face darkened. Such a good child, why did he have the same bad habits as Tony?
Tony was her boss, so she couldn't be forceful with him, but surely she could handle a child like Rimuru?
"No, it's lunchtime now, you must stop!"
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz~ ~ ~ ~
A puff of black smoke emerged. Due to Pepper's sudden interruption, a circuit instantly burned out.
"Ahhh, Pepper, it's all your fault! Half an hour of my effort just went to waste!"
Seeing Rimuru's almost palpable resentment, Pepper immediately felt guilty.
"Is it serious?"
"Of course it is! I was assembling the flight stabilizers of the suit. They're very precise—any tiny mistake ruins everything. I'm supposed to compete with Tony, and now he might overtake me!"
Seeing Rimuru pouting, looking unwilling, Pepper smiled.
To actually want to wholeheartedly surpass Tony, Rimuru was the most arrogant child she had ever seen.
However, after observing Rimuru for a few days, she also knew about his astonishing talent.
But surpass Tony… was that even possible?
"Sister apologizes to you. Eat first, and after you're done, I won't bother you anymore."
"Okay."
"Wait—wash your hands, wash your hands first!"
"Don't treat me like a child!"
"You are a child. If I don't treat you like a child, what should I treat you as? An adult? A child with an old soul!"
"…"
"I really don't understand why you and Tony both like this pile of junk!"
"It's normal that you don't understand. Any man would understand. Mecha is a man's romance!"
"Mecha is a man's romance? Then what about you?"
"Uh…"
My Lord's heart is bitter, but My Lord won't say!
Ten days later.
Looking at the bright silver suit in front of him, Rimuru's heart was filled with immense pride.
This suit, strictly speaking, was also a Mark modification, but he had poured his own painstaking effort into it as well.
Rimuru was different from Tony. Tony's combat completely relied on his suit, while Rimuru had too many skills of his own.
For attack, he had ultrasonic waves, poison mist breath, paralysis breath; for defense, his physical resistance was sky-high, and his regeneration was astonishing; for control, he even had sticky steel wire…
Unlike Tony Stark, Rimuru didn't need to load so many weapons.
Modern weapons were merely supplementary and decorative for Rimuru's armor. Rimuru himself was a walking arsenal.
Therefore, Rimuru's armor design philosophy was light armor, weak weapons, high burst, high mobility, and high endurance.
Strictly speaking, the armor Rimuru wore was more like Spider-Man's suit—the main function was to conceal his identity.
After all, Rimuru's long blue hair was too eye-catching. Without covering his head, anything he did would be like performing under a spotlight.
If it weren't for the short timeframe, Rimuru would've even wanted to build it directly into a briefcase armor.
Jarvis: "Rimuru, congratulations. The completion level of the suit is very high. It's a genius design!"
Rimuru: "Jarvis, you're so honest. It's great having you as an assistant."
Jarvis: "Honesty is a good quality I was endowed with at the beginning of my design."
Rimuru: "Isn't my design much better than Tony's?"
Jarvis: "Sorry, there is no comparison data, so I cannot answer at the moment."(Jarvis: This is a trap question!)
Rimuru was dissatisfied. "Jarvis, you're too sly. Is the paint job finished?"
Jarvis: "It's completed. The silver-white is very noble, complemented by red and blue accents, full of technological flair. Your aesthetic taste is excellent!"
Rimuru: "What about Tony? Did he paint his in gaudy gold and wine red?"
Jarvis: "That… Rimuru, you and Tony have a really good relationship. You know his taste like the back of your hand. Your insight is very keen!"
Rimuru: "So, you agree with what I said?"
Jarvis was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, program error. I cannot answer this question for now."
Great Sage: "Heh."
Rimuru was speechless. I'm teasing Jarvis—why are YOU complaining?
Great Sage: "Heh."
Just then, Jarvis's voice sounded again.
"Tony has a call. Do you want to answer?"
"Yes!"
Soon, Tony's big, smug face was projected into the lab.
"Rimuru, my Mark II is finished. The competition—I'm ready anytime! How much longer do you need? I'll wait for you!"
Rimuru: "Wait for me? Are you kidding? My God of Wind Type I suit is also ready. If you don't believe me, you can ask Jarvis!"
Tony Stark: "Jarvis, who finished first? Me or Rimuru?"
Jarvis: "…"
So tired… I just want to be a quiet artificial intelligence. Why is that so difficult?
Rooftop.
Tony and Rimuru, both suited up, stood side by side.
Examining Rimuru's suit, Tony Stark's face showed disbelief. "God of Wind? Sounds like a name a third-rate novelist would come up with. Also, your design skin is too thin—are you cosplaying in a stage play?"
Rimuru retorted, "Are you talking about yourself? 'Mark' has been overused, okay? Britain's first tank was called Mark I. Put simply, your armor's name is 'Victory Armor I' or 'God of War I.' To put it nicely, it's a tribute. To put it bluntly, it's plagiarism!"
Tony Stark was speechless. What an unlikable, annoying slime!
Boom!
Two flames erupted from the thrusters under Tony Stark's feet, instantly propelling him upward. "Actions speak louder than words. I'll show you that my Mark is the best. Your so-called God of Wind is just a toy!"
"Is that so?"
Rumble!
A large burst of orange-yellow flame erupted from the feet of Rimuru's suit, shooting him up ten meters, hovering above the Mark II's head.
Obviously trying to one-up the Mark II, Tony immediately became annoyed and ascended.
Rumble!
Two streaks of fire cut through the sky, piercing directly into the night as if to tear open the heavens.
How terrifying!
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