Watching the live broadcast on TV, Rimuru almost spat out his drink.
What the heck? It was supposed to be a press conference witnessing the birth of Iron Man, but because of his little butterfly effect, it had gone completely off track.
The dignified Tony Stark was actually being questioned by a group of reporters until his face turned green.
By the way, he really didn't mean to steal Tony's thunder and headlines!
"Silver Armored War God? That name isn't bad!"
Hearing the nickname the reporters gave him, Rimuru was quite satisfied.
As for nicknames, Rimuru had once thought of "Silver Winged Knight," "Wind Hero," "Strike Freedom," "Wings of Freedom," and the like.
But he always felt they were a bit too "chuunibyou," so this worked out well—now he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
Just then, Aiya's voice rang out.
"Master, a guest has arrived."
"Guest?"
Rimuru looked puzzled. Although he had been in this world for almost a month, he didn't really know many people.
When Aiya brought up the video feed from the entrance, Rimuru was instantly speechless.
This wasn't a guest; this was trouble!
The person who came was none other than the famous Black Widow—a beautiful, capable, and highly deceptive dangerous woman.
In the video, Black Widow had her long hair pinned up, wearing an office-lady suit paired with black stockings and high heels, gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a folder—looking like an elite white-collar worker.
Black Widow truly lived up to her reputation as the Avengers' visual representative, making Rimuru's eyes light up.
However, Rimuru would not let his guard down. Black Widow was the kind of woman who lied more smoothly than she told the truth.
"Aiya, help me check how many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are ambushed around the villa."
"Yes, Master!"
Under Aiya's control, all the cameras in the entire community were accessed.
Several miniature drones the size of mosquitoes were also deployed by Aiya.
"Master, no suspicious individuals were found in the vicinity!"
Just Natasha alone?
Had S.H.I.E.L.D. changed its strategy, or did they believe Black Widow alone could handle him?
Regardless, Rimuru wouldn't be embarrassed. If friends came, there was good wine; if enemies came, there was a hunting rifle.
Rimuru actually had no ill will toward S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even though it was infiltrated like a sieve, almost becoming a Hydra stronghold, most of its agents were ordinary agents who knew nothing.
They truly believed everything they did was genuinely maintaining the safety and stability of the world.
Most importantly, what did S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra have to do with him?
The moment she saw Rimuru, Black Widow's eyes lit up.
Blue long hair, petite figure, delicate features—especially those golden pupils—gave her a very clean, pure feeling.
To be honest, Rimuru, this alien, left a very good impression on Natasha.
Rimuru's existence was no longer a secret to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s higher-ups.
Especially after last night—Rimuru's battle in his Silver Armored War God suit against Iron Monger had elevated the Director's assessment of him by several levels.
Powerful, mysterious, dangerous—yet not overstepping boundaries and even performing righteous deeds.
All of this prompted Nick Fury to decide to approach Rimuru gently.
For Nick Fury, aliens were not a problem; as long as they posed no threat to world security, everything was acceptable.
If they could be brought under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s umbrella, even better.
The Skrulls he took in were still his allies, after all.
Natasha pushed up her glasses and smiled sweetly. "Excuse me for the interruption. My name is Ivy Timothy, and I am the community social director. Yesterday, I received feedback from residents that there are school-aged children here who have not followed the 'Education Law' to receive proper schooling. Today, I'm here to understand the situation."
As Natasha spoke, she handed over a credential identifying her as the community director.
After examining the credential, Rimuru sighed inwardly. "As expected of S.H.I.E.L.D.—this fake ID is really professionally made."
But…
What the heck was "school-aged children not following the Education Law"?
Were they trying to force him into elementary school? Rimuru immediately felt a strong sense of malice.
In his previous life, he had almost finished university. Going back to elementary school with a bunch of kids—just thinking about it made him shiver.
Seeing Rimuru's micro-expression, Natasha pushed up her glasses and showed a meaningful smile.
As an agent, observing people's expressions was a basic skill—and she was exceptional at it.
This Rimuru definitely had a problem. Her fake ID was specially made by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s logistics department. Even an Education Bureau official might not be able to tell it was fake.
But Rimuru only took one look before showing clear disgust.
That was worth thinking about.
How could Natasha not be prepared when dealing with someone like Rimuru, who possessed superpowers?
She had a small capsule hidden in her molar specifically for anesthetics—she would bite it open the moment she sensed anything abnormal in her body.
She also had high-tech patches behind her ears designed to detect telepathy. As soon as any external telepathic force attempted to read her mind, the patches would heat up to warn her.
But so far, everything was normal.
Rimuru had not used mind-reading on her—or rather, Rimuru truly did not have abilities like telepathy or mental control.
As one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents, Natasha was confident in her professional skills. In this brief exchange, she believed she had done nothing inconsistent with her disguise.
So how did Rimuru know her true identity?
Rimuru might be even more mysterious than she imagined—and know far more than expected.
Natasha's interest grew. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Please!"
Rimuru generously invited Natasha inside. He would have to give S.H.I.E.L.D. an explanation sooner or later.
He didn't want to be watched day and night or subjected to occasional assassination attempts.
Knowing my identity and still inviting me in so calmly… he really is bold because he's powerful!
Natasha's heart quickened—nervous, excited, and curious.
"What would you like to drink? I don't have tea, coffee, cola, or soda!"
Natasha rolled her eyes, speechless. It was such a childish joke, yet she somehow found it a bit amusing.
"I'm not thirsty, so no drinks."
"Okay!"
Rimuru accepted that happily. Even if he had prepared something, Natasha probably wouldn't drink it.
Agents—it came with the job; they were always suspicious.
"Now, can you tell me your true intention, Miss Natasha Romanoff, the famous one?"
Natasha's beautiful eyes narrowed, her body tensing slightly before she slowly relaxed.
"You really know more than we expected, don't you? Can you tell me how you knew my true identity, alien girl?"