Tony just gave a speech at the press conference. "Stark Industries, I'm giving you a warning. Are you ready? Are you ready?"
"Sell everything—sell it all! Abandon ship and run for your lives!"
On television, a bald, ugly host smashed a glass with a baseball bat, the broadcast filled with chaotic energy.
Tony's announcement to shut down the weapons division caused a massive global uproar. The internet was flooded with breaking news. Stark Industries' stock plummeted, and shareholders were so distressed they might as well have lined up to jump off buildings.
Even inside Stark Industries, the company was shaken to its core. It had long dominated the weapons market, standing at the very top of the military-industrial world.
A weapons company—doesn't it even sell baby pacifiers now?
From executives to ordinary employees, everyone was confused and panicking.
If you didn't understand the Marvel world, you would never realize how powerful the word "Stark" really was.
It had to be admitted: ordinary people could never understand the thinking of a genius.
Tony's decision kept many people awake that night.
Inside Stark's private villa, Rimuru turned off the TV, deep in thought.
He knew the plot. Stark Industries wouldn't collapse after shutting down the weapons division—it would evolve into its next stage.
In fact, this was the best time to buy Stark Industries stock.
If he could become a major shareholder, his future in Marvel would be secured.
But there was one problem: he was completely broke.
However, Rimuru himself was a treasure. Even a small amount of his diluted recovery potion could cause a global sensation.
If handled properly, it could even be sold as cosmetic medicine. Calling it a gold mine would not be an exaggeration.
But all of that required revealing his true value to Tony.
When he first arrived in this world, Rimuru had no identity, no foundation—nothing.
Even though he disliked being called a "little girl," his current appearance really did resemble a child. That was an undeniable fact.
If he exposed himself carelessly, countless hungry wolves would come for him.
Unless he was willing to flip the entire table.
But this wasn't an ordinary world—it was Marvel, where gods and monsters ran rampant.
The stronger you acted, the faster you died.
Didn't Thanos himself, the so-called "Universal Family Planning Director," end up being ambushed in retirement and decapitated after snapping away half the universe?
In this world, without money or backing, you either stayed quiet—or got dissected.
Even powerful individuals needed backgrounds and allies, like Black Widow or Hawkeye.
Those with power but no backing suffered the most—like the Hulk, endlessly chased and treated like a stray beast.
So confronting Tony head-on? That made Rimuru hesitate.
Tony was a strong supporter of the "Sokovia Accords," favoring registration and control. Rimuru, however, had no intention of registering as anything.
He didn't even think of himself as a hero.
The word "hero" was too heavy—it burned anyone who tried to carry it.
He wasn't someone who lived for others' expectations.
In his previous world, he had been an ordinary man in his thirties who sometimes played games under different aliases.
So, registration? Absolutely not.
But there was no free lunch in this world. Cooperation with Tony seemed inevitable.
As he was thinking—
A voice echoed from the system.
"Good evening, guest. The master of the villa, Tony Stark, has arrived."
The butler JARVIS spoke.
Rimuru had already sensed him, but he was still curious about this intelligence system.
"Hey, Rimuru kid, can I come in?"
Rimuru sighed. "You're already inside. Why bother asking? And stop adding 'kid' to my name—it's embarrassing."
Tony, now upgraded with the Arc Reactor, ignored the complaint.
"As the world's most popular Tony Stark, no one can refuse me. And I'll try to remember next time… little Rimuru."
Rimuru: "..."
Still as narcissistic and annoying as ever.
Tony sat across from him, suddenly serious.
"So. Just the two of us. Tell me—what exactly are you? Where are you from?"
"Don't try to fool me. My JARVIS is very capable."
"How capable?"
"Beyond your imagination."
"Then if it's that capable, I shouldn't even need to tell it—it should already know."
"…."
What a brat.
After a short exchange, Tony finally asked seriously.
"Can I trust you?"
Rimuru hesitated. Tony's reputation was complicated—brilliant, reckless, but capable of keeping secrets when he chose to.
Tony replied firmly, "Anyone who knows me knows I'm very good at keeping secrets."
Rimuru didn't comment. Tony Stark was both the best and worst person at keeping secrets.
He was told by S.H.I.E.L.D. to keep a low profile—and immediately exposed everything.
But he did keep Spider-Man's secret.
So it depended entirely on his mood.
Rimuru finally spoke. "Tony… can I trust you?"
Tony straightened slightly. "I'm the best at keeping secrets."
Rimuru nodded. Then he told him everything.
That he had once been human on Earth. That he died in an accident. That he was reborn as a slime.
He did not mention the Great Sage or Predator.
Even so, Tony looked like his worldview had been shattered.
"So you're a slime? Like those jelly-like monsters in games?"
"Correct."
Rimuru transformed instantly into his slime form.
Tony stared at him.
"A slime is supposed to be a mindless low-level monster… but you have intelligence."
"I used to be human. I am the strongest slime in history."
Tony wasn't impressed—but he was fascinated. His scientific curiosity flared.
Rimuru quickly returned to human form and crossed his arms defensively.
"If you plan to use me as an experiment, I'll kill you."
It should have sounded intimidating—but it came out more cute than threatening.
"I know, I know. Little Rimuru is the strongest."
Tony raised his hands in surrender, clearly not serious.
Rimuru: (≧口≦)
This guy was impossible.
"Tony, you're a genius. Come to Stark Industries—you can have anything you want!"
After hearing Rimuru's story, Tony immediately made an offer.
Rimuru replied without hesitation, "I'll never be someone's employee. I'd rather become a shareholder."
"Oh?"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Stark stock is almost at rock bottom right now. You still want to buy in?"
"What are you afraid of? You're Tony Stark. Don't tell me you don't trust yourself."
Tony laughed. "I like you. You're more honest than most adults."
Rimuru was speechless. This guy really needed a beating.
"If you keep treating me like a kid, this conversation is over."
"Alright, I apologize. But don't you think your pride is a bit childish?"
"I won't change it. It proves I existed."
"Even if it proves you existed, what then? Do you want the whole world to know your 'past male life'?"
Rimuru: "..."
Tony's words were sharp—but correct.
He wasn't wrong. He just didn't want to admit it.
Rimuru finally sighed. "Fine. I'll try to act according to my current identity."
Tony nodded. "Better late than never."
Then Rimuru muttered, "Honestly, I thought you'd changed after being serious… turns out you're still just as narcissistic and annoying."
Tony immediately protested, "Narcissistic? That's slander! JARVIS, tell him!"
JARVIS replied, "Sir is extremely low-profile and calm…"
Rimuru: "Are you sure you're not a traitor?"
Rimuru took out a recovery potion.
"I'll trade this for Stark Industries stock."
Tony inspected it. "What is this?"
"A potion that heals any injury instantly—even broken bones."
Tony froze. "There's something like this in the world?"
After testing it in the lab—
JARVIS confirmed: "Effect exceeds expectations. Completely beyond current medical science."
Tony's worldview cracked again.
If this was real… why was he still relying on an arc reactor?
He asked, "What's its main ingredient?"
"A herb from another world. It can't be analyzed on Earth."
Tony stared. "Another world…"
Rimuru smiled. "Don't waste your science brain trying to understand magic."
Tony: "..."
"Rimuru… become my son!"
Rimuru nearly coughed blood.
"Are you trying to collect a family or what?!"
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