Originally, according to Rimuru's "age," she shouldn't have been able to purchase real estate independently.
But with money paving the way, anything impossible became possible.
What's more, Rimuru had the backing of a big shot like Tony Stark, making everything incredibly easy to handle.
Those with permanent property have permanent hearts; the obsession Earthlings have with owning a house is truly hard for foreigners to understand.
With a place of her own, Rimuru's heart felt a little more grounded. Especially after setting the goal of creating weapon girls, Rimuru felt that life had gained a sense of purpose.
Setting up a home has never been a simple matter. Although the purchase of the villa had been reported to Pepper early on, Pepper still sent Jane to help her.
But her sudden move-out still caused a considerable stir.
Tony Stark even thought he and Rimuru had gotten into a fight, causing her to move out in anger, and he even apologized to her specifically.
This made Rimuru feel both amused and helpless, though she was a bit touched inside.
To be honest, the villa was indeed far too big, and as a result, it felt particularly desolate.
However, Rimuru wasn't the type to be sentimental; frankly, she had long been used to that kind of loneliness.
Alone, what was there to be afraid of?
As long as she had the internet and her paper-thin wives to dote on, even if she were dropped alone on the Moon, eating instant noodles every day, she would live just fine.
That's right—her survival ability was that strong!
However, the first thing she needed to do now was create an artificial intelligence.
She couldn't yet achieve the hardware required for weapon girls, but in terms of software, she could start preparing.
She had long wanted a smart butler like Jarvis!
With Great Sage, Jarvis's core program held no secrets from Rimuru.
After Rimuru activated auto mode, Great Sage directly took over her body.
Tap, tap, tap!
Rimuru's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the code on the computer screen increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If ordinary people saw this, they would surely worship Rimuru as a computer god.
Even super hackers, seeing this scene, might be ashamed enough to consider quitting life.
Great Sage was just that amazing, and auto mode was that broken.
A slime's body cells can rest in shifts, so Rimuru didn't feel tired.
But after working for a while, Rimuru still chose to stop and take a break.
Eating, catching up on anime, spending money on games, assembling Gundam models…
If she had been able to live like this in her previous world, Rimuru might have woken up laughing in her dreams.
But now…
Emmmm, Rimuru felt like everything was missing a certain flavor.
The Marvel Universe's technology tree was far too crooked; Tony Stark had already developed weak artificial intelligence, and holographic projection tech was mature.
But smartphones were just getting started. The Kidney Phone 1, which had been long outdated in her previous world, had only recently been released.
Most importantly, none of the games Rimuru liked in her past life existed here.
Even if she wanted to spend money, there was nowhere to spend it, which made Rimuru extremely depressed.
Even various anime series were all re-watches; as for new episodes, heh.
The only comfort was that she had now found new toys—the Wind God Mech and the soon-to-be-born artificial intelligence filled her with hope.
While Rimuru was still working hard toward the birth of artificial intelligence, S.H.I.E.L.D. was in complete chaos.
Agent Coulson and many other agents stood lined up, heads lowered, wishing they could crawl into a hole.
Not only had they failed the mission, they even had to be picked up from the police station by their superior. How humiliating!
When they learned the reason for their detainment was "affecting the city's image" and "corrupting social morals," they almost died of shame—especially Agent Coulson, who nearly had internal bleeding from anger.
It was too unfair. He didn't have such hobbies! His favorite was Captain America!
He was a good man, yes, but even good men had tempers—and reputations to protect!
"Everyone, tell me. What exactly happened?"
Agent Coulson looked up; he felt that the Director's expression was even darker than usual.
But the key issue was… he didn't know what happened either!
Even if he wanted to give an explanation, he had nothing to say!
Smack!
Egghead slammed his hand on the table. "What's wrong? Have you all gone stupid?"
Egghead was furious. As the King of Agents, he was practically driven to tears by how useless his subordinates were!
He sent them to investigate a young girl suspected of being an alien, and instead they were instantly taken down in confusion and even brought to the police station for indecent behavior…
He remembered fighting alongside Captain Marvel, Carol, against the Skrull and the Kree.
He had held an orange cat named Goose, fighting from the video store to the subway, from the subway to the military base, and from the military base to outer space…
Slicing, cutting, blowing things up—he never even blinked. He beat the Kree so badly their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.
That battle established Earth's reputation and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s influence.
Who would have thought that Agent Coulson would fall at the hands of a blue-haired little girl—and in the end, they still didn't know whether she was an alien or not.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were getting worse every generation. It seemed the super-soldier plan needed to be placed on the agenda soon!
Just as Nick Fury was lamenting that this was the worst batch he had ever led, Agent Melinda May hurried over with a stack of documents.
"Director, the blood test reports are out. According to the results, Agent Coulson's blood contains an ether-like component. Therefore, we infer that Agent Coulson and the others were indeed drugged."
"According to what they reported, they did not detect any strange smell before losing consciousness. This should be a new type of colorless and odorless anesthetic."
Hearing this, Agent Coulson and the others exchanged looks.
They really had been drugged!
What a disgrace! As S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dedicated to protecting the world, they were knocked out by a little girl using anesthetic gas.
Also—if she released anesthetic gas in an enclosed space, wasn't she afraid of inhaling it herself?
Agent Melinda May added, "Director, according to the subway surveillance, after Agent Coulson and the others fainted, the train reached the next station five minutes later. This means Rimuru can hold her breath for at least seven minutes."
"From this, it's clear that Rimuru is very different from ordinary Earthlings; the probability of her being an alien is extremely high. Of course, we also cannot rule out that she may be immune to the anesthetic."
"According to surveillance, Agent Coulson and the others' actions contained no errors. However, once the number of agents reached seven, Rimuru frowned slightly—she must have sensed something. This suggests that Rimuru has excellent perception abilities."
"After noticing something strange, Rimuru shifted her gaze, but she still wasn't certain. But when she saw Agent Coulson—Director, here, look—the corner of her mouth lifted."
"This indicates that Rimuru confirmed all of the agents' identities through Agent Coulson."
Hearing Melinda May's analysis, Agent Coulson was utterly dumbfounded.
Especially when he saw the Director's meaningful look, he felt his life flash before his eyes.
He wasn't a traitor!
Agent Coulson quickly declared, "Director, I request a truth serum test!"
But Fury waved his hand. "I believe you're not a traitor. However, there's no doubt that your identity has been compromised. Put this matter aside for now. You've worked hard—go take a break."
Agent Coulson stood there, windblown, speechless, utterly miserable.
Was he about to be benched?!
No matter how he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out how his identity got exposed.
Rimuru had only suspected when looking at all the agents. She shouldn't have abilities like mind-reading.
But when she saw him, she instantly confirmed everything. Was he… really getting old?
Coulson touched his receding hairline—worse than ever.
Maybe he really was old!
A man in middle age… has no choice but to keep goji berries in his thermos.