Long Island Villa.
Rimuru stared at the long string of numbers on the bank card, feeling as if she were floating in heaven.
So exhilarating — truly exhilarating!
This trip not only saved the violent loli's father but also eliminated the major cancer that was Frank Amick.
Most importantly, she made a huge amount of money. An absurd amount.
The early bird catches the worm; diligence truly is the best path to wealth!
"First, I'll set a small goal for myself: next, I want to be able to afford sliced cake!"
With a goal in mind, Rimuru immediately felt her life regain direction, filled with motivation.
Although the bank card only displayed a series of digits, to Rimuru, it felt absolutely real.
Take a gamble and a bicycle becomes a motorcycle; make another gamble and a motorcycle becomes a Land Rover. As long as you're bold— ahem…
Being bold is useless; forget about that!
Who would have thought that one trip outside would earn back all the money spent on the supercomputer and mech materials?
If not for Aiya — the artificial intelligence years ahead of its time — Rimuru would've had trouble spending this money normally.
But under Aiya's operations, everything was laundered cleanly, becoming fully legitimate income!
This is the convenience of electronic currency; online, Aiya reigns supreme.
Now that she had money, it was time to meet Tony Stark. She still needed him for high-end materials and weapons.
Life never stops, and neither does digging pits. Rimuru's goal was to sell the new-element reactor to Tony Stark and charge him a patent fee!
S.H.I.E.L.D.Triskelion.
Agent Hill held a document and handed it to Nick Fury.
"Director, the Department of Defense sent a request asking us to inform the Military of the Silver Armored War God's identity."
Taking the letter, Nick Fury raised an eyebrow. "Did Rimuru do something?"
After observing Rimuru for a while, Fury had developed a basic understanding of her personality.
This was an "Earthling" with a relatively gentle and kind disposition; she shouldn't have poked the Military's sensitive nerves.
Maria Hill reported, "Around 2:27 AM last night, the Military detected the Silver Armored War God flying through the night sky. Afterwards, the NYPD discovered a shooting incident with nineteen deaths."
Agent Hill briefly recounted the entire situation to Fury, including the malicious livestreamed crime online.
"Two in the morning?"
Seeing the timestamp, Fury frowned.
Going out to save people at that hour was not a good sign!
One's position determines one's perspective. Most people would see the Silver Armored War God rescuing citizens as a great merit.
But Fury saw something else — Rimuru wasn't as docile as she appeared. Not as docile as she pretended to be.
Hill continued, "The Military has always been obsessed with cross-era humanoid mech technology. They've repeatedly pressured Tony Stark to open his tech to them, but he refused outright.
Their repeated requests failed, and many hawkish officials even threatened to forcibly requisition it. But Tony Stark's special identity and extensive connections make such action impossible to pass in Congress."
Fury rubbed his forehead. "So they're targeting Rimuru now, aren't they?"
"Yes."
Hill nodded.
It was understandable. In today's world, only three mechs had appeared publicly.
Mark, Iron Monger, and Wind God. Iron Monger had long been destroyed.
The most mature and battlefield-tested mechs were Mark and Wind God.
Mark belonged to Tony Stark — the world's richest man, with immense power and influence. They couldn't touch him.
But there was only one Tony Stark they couldn't touch — and more than one advanced mech in the world.
"Idiots. Shortsighted fools."
Fury couldn't help but curse.
Did they really think Rimuru was a soft persimmon?!
Just the abilities she had revealed were enough to frighten the entire world.
Unknown anesthetic gas, temperature-change resistance, dimensional stomach…
Especially that dimensional stomach — capable of holding at least an entire lake of freshwater. What if they pushed her too far and she actually did flood New York?
Rimuru said her stomach could hold a lake's worth of water — but was that truly the limit?
You can never show all your trump cards.
Just like himself — everyone thought his left eye was blind, but in truth, his left eye held S.H.I.E.L.D.'s highest clearance.
Putting himself in Rimuru's shoes, Fury absolutely did not believe that a mere lake was her limit.
And who knew how much of that unknown anesthetic gas she could release at once?
Not to mention Rimuru's brain — even Tony Stark had to praise it…
If Rimuru truly came from a parallel universe 2,500 years in the future, how advanced would their weapons be?
2,500 years is a terrifyingly long span. Think about Earthlings 2,500 years ago, and the technological gap since then…
How could a civilization capable of interstellar travel be understood by shortsighted politicians?
Hearing Fury curse made Hill freeze in shock.
As one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Level 9 Agents, she knew classified information about the Silver Armored War God Rimuru.
She even knew some things about aliens, and she didn't think Rimuru was that powerful.
But the Director's reaction exceeded all expectations.
Fury said, "You don't need to worry about this anymore. I'll handle the Military myself."
Hill nodded. "Yes."
"Anything else to report?"
"Director, the NYPD also sent a report. It's… very strange. You may want to read it."
Hill handed it over.
"Strange?"
Fury raised a brow, but the moment he opened the report, Hill noticed his expression instantly darken even further.
"Hill, you can go. Also, tell Barton to come to my office."
After Hill left, Fury rubbed his temples again.
Was it his imagination, or had his workload as Director multiplied several times recently?
If Rimuru were here, she would definitely tell him — no, it's not your imagination. This is just the beginning. Later, your job will get much, much harder.
When Hawkeye Barton entered the office, Fury didn't waste time. He directly tossed the NYPD report in front of him.
Soon, Barton was baffled.
"I'm not— I didn't— it wasn't me! Director, you know I'd never do this. Hitting people with a bow at close range is an insult to archers everywhere! I, Clinton Francis Barton, would never fight with a bow like that!"