Tony Stark felt like he was going crazy. Why did a writing tool like the brush—so inhumane—exist in this world!?
And his earlier promise to write the character "Clothes" (fú, meaning "submit" or "obey") as well as Rimuru was a complete trap!
Staring at the crooked, dog-scratched "Clothes" character he had written on the white paper, Tony Stark's mind was on the verge of collapse. He didn't know how many hairs he had already pulled out.
He, Tony Stark, couldn't afford to lose face by failing to write even a single "Clothes" character properly!
But writing "Clothes" with a brush was truly difficult. Did ancient Chinese people really use something like this as a writing tool? Were they all Superman?
Most importantly, he was not convinced in his heart!
"How's the 'Clothes' character coming along? It's very difficult to write good calligraphy, so it's okay if you can't finish it."
Rimuru walked in and said this considerately.
Tony Stark cautiously examined Rimuru. Speaking of which—did this mischievous slime actually have such a good heart?
Was she trying to trick him again!?
He was really afraid of being fooled by Rimuru; he didn't trust her integrity at all.
Tony Stark's expression became serious, proud like a peacock. "Don't worry about it. It's just one 'Clothes' character. Do you think something like that can stump the great Tony Stark?"
"Impressive! Truly impressive!"
"Seeing your hands covered in ink, I thought you were having a hard time writing, so I was considering letting it go. But since you insist, forget what I said. As expected of the genius Tony—your ideological awareness is truly high!"
Tony Stark: "…"
Even though he knew Rimuru was probably tricking him, what if she wasn't?
What if?
Speaking of which… was it still too late to back out now?
No matter how miserably Rimuru fooled him, Stark had to admit one thing—Rimuru was a genius, a genius on par with him.
Especially when it came to mechas; she was certainly not inferior to him.
Whenever mechas were mentioned, both of them instantly became excited, as if all their previous conflicts didn't exist.
"Rimuru, your Fengshen design concept is too unconventional; it simply can't adapt to various combat environments! Also, you're chasing extreme speed—how many weapons can it even carry?"
"Short-sighted! Fengshen may be too fragile for you, but for me, it's perfect. As for weapons, one sword is enough!"
"A sword? Are you kidding me? Are you planning to use the most advanced tech to wage the most primitive war? That's regression in design philosophy!"
"My Fengshen's greatest strengths are explosive power and mobility; it's built for close-range agile combat."
The two launched into a fierce debate about the design philosophies of Fengshen and the Mark series. Neither could convince the other, but the exchange benefited them both tremendously.
Tony was undeniably a super genius, overflowing with brilliant ideas—especially when discussing specialized mechas for different operations. Rimuru was left in awe more than once.
On the other hand, Rimuru's concepts for suitcase mechas, watch mechas, cockpit types, and separable–combinable units made Tony Stark's eyes sparkle.
Rimuru really understood him—they were kindred spirits, and many of their ideas aligned perfectly.
Talking to their heart's content, Tony almost felt like lighting three incense sticks and becoming sworn brothers with Rimuru.
"Rimuru, what's your ultimate fantasy for the Fengshen series?"
"Of course, to evolve them into weapon girls!"
Mechas were a man's romance, and weapon girls were the faith of otaku!
Just imagining his mechas transforming into adorable mecha-girls capable of attacking and defending, calling him "Admiral," "Master," "Onii-chan," and so on—Rimuru felt the future was full of hope and light!
In this materialistic society where people's hearts were cold and ruthless, only "Tawawa" still had warmth.
In her previous life on Earth, weapon girls were just a fantasy. But this was the Marvel Universe—a Marvel Universe where anything was possible!
Tony creating a powerful AI, combining it with the Mind Stone, to make Vision—what a waste.
Most importantly, Vision even took Wanda. A robot dared to steal a girl—absolutely unforgivable!
Her previous life was her previous life. In this life, with her here, she would never allow Vision to be born.
Even if he was born, he could only be her cute and soft mecha girl!
Tony Stark was utterly dumbfounded.
Shouldn't the ultimate fantasy for mechas be cooler, faster, and stronger?
"Jarvis, what are weapon girls?"
Jarvis: "Weapon girls refer to creations that combine aircraft, warships, tanks, etc., with beautiful girls—typically beautiful girls wearing armor that represents weapons."
Jarvis seriously and meticulously explained weapon girls to Tony Stark, and then…
"Hmph, heretic! Righteous judgment!"
"Die, normie! Rich dog, take my spear!"
The ship of friendship capsized instantly, and Tony and Rimuru got into a fight.
This wasn't a meaningless scuffle; this was a battle of faith—a dispute over the Great Dao!
Rimuru and Tony parted unhappily, but it only strengthened Rimuru's resolve to continually improve and evolve the Fengshen into weapon girls.
Just then, a phone call rang, lighting up Rimuru's mood.
It was from a real estate agent named Jane, who brought Rimuru good news—a villa had been found.
Back when Rimuru and Tony closed their deal, she had specifically asked Pepper to help find a suitable villa.
Although her relationship with Tony Stark was good, it was still not right to live under someone else's roof forever.
And Jane was an elite specially assigned by Pepper from Stark's real estate company; her capability was excellent.
After receiving Jane's call, Rimuru immediately agreed to go view the property.
What Rimuru didn't know was that her call with Jane was being monitored word for word.
Upon hearing that Rimuru was going out to view a property, the Agents who had been staking out for half a month were instantly excited.
Half a month—she finally came out!
Even the team leader, Coulson, was incredibly excited. He had made a solemn promise in front of Director Fury.
As days passed with Rimuru still holed up in Tony's villa, Coulson felt his hairline receding day by day.
If Rimuru didn't come out soon, he wondered whether his hairline would start looking like Director Fury's.
Fortunately, God still favored him!
Coulson stared at the Agents. "This time, we can only succeed. We must not fail!"
"Yes, sir!"
No wonder the Agents were full of confidence—they were all elite S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, usually engaged in the noble duty of silently protecting the world.
Doing something to a little loli… they felt ashamed even mentioning it.
Although Agents weren't soldiers, they had no right to question their mission!
Although the data showed that the girl was quite skilled and might even know kung fu, who didn't know kung fu these days?
There were several Level 5 and Level 6 Agents here, and the leader, Coulson, was even a mysterious Level 8 Agent.
This made the Agents feel like they were using a missile to kill a mosquito. As for failure—90% impossible!
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