The constantly sparking circle appeared very abruptly, but Wind God's performance in this battle had been far too eye-catching; there was no way it wouldn't attract everyone's attention.
Countless satellites around the world locked onto Wind God simultaneously, hoping to locate where he landed and confirm the true identity of the Silver Armored War God.
But what left everyone in front of their screens utterly dumbfounded was this—a ring of fire appeared out of thin air in the sky, Wind God stepped into it, and then disappeared!
Disappeared?!
Can you believe that?!
Pentagon.
All the congressmen and generals looked at one another.
Just moments ago, they were thrilled; once they discovered the Silver Armored War God's identity, wouldn't obtaining the Wind God armor be just around the corner?
But now? They had already taken off their pants, and this was what they were shown?
"Find him—find him immediately! Even if you have to dig three feet underground, you must find the Silver Armored War God!"
A rough, iron-blooded general roared.
"Yes, sir!"
With that order, the entire country went into overdrive. Departments exchanged information constantly, and phone lines rang nonstop.
Inside the Pentagon, countless staffers typed rapidly on their keyboards.
For a brief moment, the room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of key presses, like falling rain.
Satellite tracking, Patriot systems, Aegis systems—every advanced scanning system the nation possessed was activated, and even top-secret last-resort methods were brought out.
But what left everyone stunned was—no trace of Wind God could be found.
The Wind God, who had just fought heaven and earth, now seemed to have vanished from the planet entirely!
Optical invisibility?
Warp drive?
Space jump?
If Wind God truly possessed technology centuries ahead of humanity, then what was the point of searching?!
The big shots looked at each other like defeated roosters.
At this point, almost no one dared to mention forcing the Silver Armored War God to hand over his mech technology.
Politicians are clever dogs—they love eating meat without hunting, but that doesn't mean they're willing to risk their lives for it!
As for humanoid mech technology… wasn't there still a "soft target" named Tony Stark?
Those highly "principled" politicians instantly shifted their target of extortion from Wind God to Stark's Mark armor.
Nick Fury, who had been observing, wiped cold sweat from his forehead.
Damn, Rimuru was really good at hiding!
He even seemed to understand profound technologies like "optical invisibility" and "space jumping," yet he kept everything hidden, completely fooling them like idiots.
How sinister.
It looked like he needed to be even more cautious when dealing with Rimuru in the future!
Nick Fury rubbed his temples. He just wanted to be a quiet Director—why was that so difficult?
For someone like Rimuru—who had special abilities and advanced technological knowledge—what kind of gift could possibly win her favor?
He should go back and check S.H.I.E.L.D.'s inventory to see if anything might appeal to Rimuru.
Not only Fury—Pierce and Crossbones, HYDRA members watching from the shadows, exchanged glances as well.
Wind God's overwhelming power had tempted them too.
But unlike the Military, Pierce already knew Rimuru's identity.
They had originally planned to threaten him… but Rimuru's dramatic display before leaving was clearly meant to warn the petty ones, wasn't it?
Being treated as petty was uncomfortable, but the move was undeniably effective.
Rimuru was truly unfathomable.
With just one look, Pierce and Crossbones reached a silent agreement.
They absolutely should not provoke someone like Rimuru—someone who hid so much and whose limits were completely unknown.
As for humanoid mech technology… wasn't there still Iron Man?
Even a three-year-old could see who the soft target was.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark almost jumped three feet high.
"This is impossible!"
Tony had lost count of how many times he had said that today.
Given his identity, one could hardly imagine him speaking so irresponsibly.
But everything he saw today shattered his worldview.
Others might not know Rimuru's background—but Tony knew quite a bit.
He had discussed mech technology with Rimuru more than once, and their skill levels had always been roughly equal.
Rimuru often surpassed him, sure—but never by this much. This was a difference on the level of entire civilizations!
That last move—drawing a ring of fire out of thin air and disappearing… if that wasn't space jump technology, then what was it?!
"What the hell? How did Rimuru do that? Is the gap between Tony Stark—the world's smartest mind—and Rimuru really that big?!"
Tony Stark felt deeply frustrated, utterly crushed.
Rimuru was too strong. Every time Tony thought he had caught up, he was beaten black and blue by Rimuru's next outrageous breakthrough.
At that moment, Tony Stark lifted his head at a forty-five-degree angle, eyes filled with dramatic sorrow.
Just then, Jarvis's voice rang out.
"Sir, a large-scale disturbance has occurred at the Broadway intersection. The attacker is a creature extremely similar to the Hulk. The Military is being pushed back."
Jarvis displayed video footage of Abomination rampaging through the city.
Seeing the yellow-skinned Abomination, Tony Stark's eyes lit up.
"It's fate! Since Wind God can't keep fighting, it's time for Iron Man to make a grand appearance!"
Tony raised his right hand, revealing the infrared-sensor wristwatch.
He leaped off the villa in a dramatic leap-of-faith pose. "Jarvis, what are you waiting for?!"
With a beep, the Mark IV capsule shot out of the lab, flying toward him and assembling perfectly in mid-air.
Just a few meters before Stark hit the water, the Mark IV fully locked onto his body.
Boom!
The Mark IV shot across the waves, kicking up water and making several bikini-clad girls on yachts scream with excitement.
The thrusters flared as the Mark IV drew a graceful arc into the sky.
Tony Stark: "I'm Iron Man—never weaker than anyone!"
Just as Tony sped toward Broadway, ready to use Abomination to regain his confidence…
Rimuru plunged into a completely unfamiliar place—endless white, snow everywhere, and howling wind.
Rimuru—supposedly "unfathomable" to everyone else—blinked in pure confusion.
"Where am I?"
"Answer: Mount Everest."
Rimuru: "Holy crap—how did I end up in this frozen wasteland in the blink of an eye?!"
"Answer: This is Kamar-Taj's magic portal."
Rimuru felt utterly wronged. Ever since transmigrating, she had done nothing but good deeds!
Yet those barbaric monks from Kamar-Taj dragged him here without saying a word. What was that supposed to mean?
Were they inviting him for tea?!
Just then, she sensed a surge of magic.
Rimuru turned and saw a Black man in Eastern robes with a short haircut, carrying a thick black wooden staff on his back.
The moment she saw him, Rimuru felt a "holy crap" jolt.
Wasn't this Mordo—the Ancient One's chief disciple?!
Why was he targeting her?!
Mordo studied Rimuru and said solemnly:
"Your magic does not belong to the Vishanti. It is vastly different from Chthon, the god of dark magic; Dormammu, the Dark Lord; and Cyttorak, the Crimson Lord. You are a mysterious existence from another world. You should not be on Earth."