"Rimuru, you're a genius. Come to Stark Industries—name your salary, any treatment you want, anything at all!"
After learning about Rimuru's story, Tony immediately extended an olive branch.
Although Rimuru had clearly stated he would never become an experimental subject, nothing in this world was truly impossible.
If it really came to that, then they just hadn't offered enough.
Money wasn't omnipotent—but for Tony Stark, anything that could be solved with money wasn't a real problem.
Rimuru replied, "I will never take a side job in this life. I'd rather become a shareholder of Stark Industries than work under it."
"Oh?"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Stark Industries' stock is practically at its limit right now. You really dare to buy in?"
Rimuru shot back, "What are you afraid of? You're Tony Stark. Don't tell me you don't even trust yourself?"
Tony laughed happily. "I like kids who speak honestly like you. You're far more sensible than those lying talk-show hosts."
Rimuru was speechless. Tony's disgusting personality really deserved a beating.
"If you keep treating me like a child, then this conversation is over."
"Alright, alright, I apologize. But don't you think your pride is a bit boring?"
"No way. That proves I once existed."
"Even if it does, so what? Do you want the whole world to know you're different from everyone else—because you had a 'male past life'?"
Rimuru: "..."
Tony looked at him seriously. "You can't live your life only through other people's eyes. But you also can't completely ignore others—especially when you don't have the power to do so."
"Mutants are still discriminated against. What do you think the FBI or CIA would do if they learned about your situation?"
Rimuru: "..."
Although Tony Stark was as sharp-tongued and annoying as ever, what he said was undeniably correct.
It wasn't that Rimuru didn't understand these principles—it was just his pride as a man in his thirties that made him unwilling to admit it.
Thinking of the mutants who were captured for experiments, Rimuru's expression gradually became firm.
There were too many big players in the Marvel world. It would be better for him to stay in the shadows.
Once he gathered a few Infinity Stones, he would let the world experience the terror of being ruled by this "cute king."
Rimuru said, "Thank you, Tony. From now on, I'll try to act in a way that matches my current identity."
Tony replied, "Better late than never."
Rimuru said, "Honestly, I'm used to your narcissistic and obnoxious personality—but seeing you suddenly so serious, I almost thought Pepper possessed you."
Pfft!
Tony nearly spat out blood. "Narcissistic? Obnoxious? That's slander! Where did you hear such nonsense? I've always been very low-key and calm. If you don't believe me, ask JARVIS!"
JARVIS said, "Sir has always been low-key and calm. His favorite colors are understated burgundy and gold. He prefers seaside villas and consistently ignores awards that highlight his fame. No one is more low-key and calm than Sir."
Rimuru was speechless. "JARVIS… are you sure you're not a traitor?"
Tony took the recovery potion from Rimuru, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"What is this?"
"This is a recovery potion. With the highest-level healing effects, any injury can be healed in a short time—even broken arms and legs can recover."
Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. "There really is such a miraculous medicine in the world?"
Seeing Tony's reaction, Rimuru suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of superiority.
After being around Tony Stark for so long, his biggest takeaway was: poverty limits imagination.
He had finally won.
"Mortals' wisdom—don't try to analyze magic potions with your science-corrupted brain."
Tony: "..."
That was too harsh. This troublesome kid was as obnoxious as ever.
Laboratory — One hour later
JARVIS: "Sir, all tests are complete. The effects of this medicine are even more miraculous than Rimuru described."
Tony Stark was one of the richest men at the top of the world. Very few things could truly shock him.
But this potion did.
Not only was it effective—it completely challenged his worldview.
Parallel universes exist. Other worlds exist. Magic exists.
All of this expanded Tony's understanding of reality—and also brought him both pressure and hope.
If this miraculous healing potion worked, then why did he still need the arc reactor in his chest?
If palladium was toxic, then he no longer needed to drink that disgusting chlorophyll solution!
"JARVIS, did you analyze its composition?"
"Sir, the formula itself is not complex, and the ingredients are simple. However, the main component does not correspond to any known element on Earth. It likely originates from another world and cannot currently be analyzed."
"Something from another world?!"
"Yes. Hippocote herb is a magical plant that only grows in environments rich in magical energy. It is the core ingredient of the recovery potion."
Rimuru kindly provided some explanation.
In simple terms, the recovery potion was his secret weapon. Even if someone obtained the recipe, without the Hippocote herb, it was useless.
Tony stared at it. "Hippocote herb… a magical plant!"
The next second, he noticed something.
"Wait—why are you here? I didn't allow you into the lab."
Rimuru waved his hand casually. "JARVIS's core system is impressive, but it has no secrets from me anymore."
Tony was shocked. "You're also an AI expert?"
Rimuru smiled without answering.
An expert? He didn't even know the basics of C language.
But that didn't stop him from showing off.
After all, he had the Great Sage backing him up.
With it, he could even upgrade JARVIS—or create an even more advanced intelligence system. Maybe even true artificial intelligence.
Tony looked at Rimuru, his admiration for talent flaring again.
"Rimuru… become my son!"
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