Tony Stark felt like he was going insane. Why on earth did a writing tool like the brush exist? It was practically anti-human.
What's more, he had previously promised to write the word "submission," but it had turned into a bottomless pit of frustration.
Looking at the crooked, claw-like characters he had painfully written on the white paper—especially the word "serve" that looked like it had been written by a dog's paw—Tony Stark mentally broke down. He didn't even know how many hairs he had pulled out.
He couldn't even write the word "submit" properly, and as Tony Stark, he absolutely could not allow himself to be humiliated like this.
But writing Chinese characters with a brush was genuinely difficult. Were ancient Chinese people all superhumans? How did they even use this as their standard writing tool?
Most importantly, he was extremely dissatisfied.
"How's your calligraphy practice going? Calligraphy is very difficult. If you can't finish it, it's useless anyway."
Rimuru walked in and said thoughtfully.
Tony Stark looked at her seriously.
"So this evil slime actually has a kind heart?"
Was she trying to trick him again?!
He was already terrified of being deceived by Rimuru and didn't trust her at all.
Tony Stark put on a proud expression, like a peacock.
"It won't take any effort at all. Just one word—submission. Do you really think you can defeat the great Tony Stark?"
"I admire you!"
Looking at the ink stains on his hands, I thought you were struggling a lot. I was even about to give up—but if you insist, then forget what I said. Tony, you really are a genius with incredible determination!"
Tony Stark: "…"
Although he suspected Rimuru might be tricking him, what if it was actually true?
What if…?
Was it too late to regret now?
No matter how badly he was fooled by Rimuru, Stark had to admit one thing—Rimuru was a genius, a genius on the same level as him.
Especially in mech development, she was in no way inferior.
Whenever they talked about mechs, the two of them would suddenly become extremely excited, as if all their conflicts had disappeared.
"Rimuru, your Wind God design philosophy is too strange. It can't adapt to combat in different environments! And with such extreme speed focus, how many weapons can it even carry?"
"Foolish mortal. The Wind God may be too fragile for you, but for me, it is perfect. As for weapons—one sword is enough!"
"A sword? Are you joking? You're going to fight modern warfare with the most primitive weapon? This is a regression in design philosophy!"
"My Wind God's greatest strength is its burst power and mobility. It is designed for close combat and agile strikes."
The two engaged in a heated debate over the design philosophies of Wind God and Mark armor. Neither could convince the other, but both benefited greatly from the exchange.
It had to be admitted—Tony was a super genius, his mind filled with endless creativity.
Especially when discussing special combat mechs, his ideas were astonishing, leaving Rimuru impressed.
At the same time, Rimuru's ideas—such as suitcase mechs, wristwatch mechs, capsule-style mechs, and modular detachable systems—also made Tony Stark's eyes light up.
Those who truly understood each other were Rimuru and Tony. They really were alike in many ways.
At one point, Tony even felt like lighting incense and marrying her on the spot.
"Rimuru, what is your ultimate fantasy for the Wind God series?"
"Of course—it will evolve into a weapon girl!"
Mechs are a man's romance; weapon girls are the faith of otaku!
Imagining her mech becoming a combat-ready armored girl who could both attack and defend—and calling him "Commander," "Master," or "Big Brother"—Rimuru felt a bright future ahead.
In this materialistic world where people were cold and indifferent, only "Tawawa" still retained a hint of warmth.
In her previous life on Earth, weapon girls might have been only fantasy—but here, in the Marvel universe, anything was possible!
Tony had created a powerful AI and even used the Mind Stone to create Vision—what a waste.
More importantly, Vision even ended up taking Wanda away. A robot stealing a girl—this was unforgivable!
That was in her past life. In this life, she would never stand by and let Vision be born.
Even if it did appear, it would only be a cute mech girl from her design!
Tony Stark was confused.
Wasn't the ultimate fantasy of mech design supposed to be cooler, faster, and stronger?
"JARVIS, what is a weapon girl?"
JARVIS replied: "A weapon girl refers to fictional beings that combine aircraft, battleships, or tanks with beautiful girls. Usually, these girls wear armor representing the weapon."
JARVIS explained it seriously.
Tony Stark: "…"
"Heretical nonsense—judge it however you want!"
"Die, you big dog! Take this spear!"
The "friendship ship" instantly capsized, and Tony and Rimuru immediately started fighting again.
This was not a meaningless battle—it was a battle of beliefs, a clash of paths.
Although they parted on bad terms, Rimuru became even more determined to continue upgrading the Wind God into a weapon girl.
At that moment, a phone rang, fully activating Rimuru's thoughts.
It was a call from a real estate agent named Jenny, bringing good news—the villa had been found.
Shortly after Rimuru and Tony made their deal, she had asked Pepper to help keep an eye out for suitable villas.
Although she got along well with Tony Stark, relying on others all the time was not acceptable.
Jenny was an elite real estate agent specially recruited by Pepper through Stark's real estate company, and she was quite capable in business.
After receiving Jenny's call, Rimuru immediately agreed to view the property.
What Rimuru didn't know was that her entire conversation with Jenny was being monitored word for word.
After learning that Rimuru was going to visit the house, the agents who had been waiting for nearly half a month suddenly became excited.
She was finally going to appear!
Even Agent Coulson was thrilled. He issued an order directly in front of the director.
As time passed and Rimuru kept staying in Tony's villa, Coulson felt his hairline creeping higher and higher.
If she didn't show up soon, he feared his hairline might end up like Director Fury's.
Thankfully, the heavens were still on his side!
Coulson stared at the agents and said:
"This time, I will succeed. I will not fail."
"Yes, sir!"
It was no surprise the agents were so confident. They were elite S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, silently protecting the world in noble secrecy.
They all felt embarrassed admitting they were about to "target a little girl."
Although agents were not soldiers, they had no authority to question orders.
Even though intelligence suggested the girl had extraordinary abilities and possibly knew martial arts—who didn't know martial arts anyway?
Here, there were several Level 5 and Level 6 agents, and their leader Coulson was even a mysterious Level 8 agent.
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