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Adamantium is made from a carbon-alloy mixture originating from an alien meteorite. It is indestructible and is known as the hardest metal on Earth.
Once smelted, it must be kept at a temperature of 1,500°F (about 815°C) while being forged.
At this high temperature, adamantium remains in a liquid state and can be molded into any shape.
However, once it cools under normal conditions, it cannot be damaged or destroyed, nor can its shape be altered—even extreme heat cannot melt it again.
What is five hundred thousand degrees Celsius?
The Earth's core is about 4,982°C, the Sun's surface is about 6,000°C, and the Sun's core reaches around 200 million degrees Celsius.
In other words, the only way to re-melt adamantium would be to throw it into the Sun.
Truly a one-time formation, never deforming—saving even after-sales service costs.
As for Wolverine 2, Wolverine's path was cut by the Silver Samurai's adamantium blade. After Fox's release, he was defeated.
In the comics, the Silver Samurai not only possesses an adamantium sword but can also generate faster-than-light particle energy.
When this energy is applied to the blade, it can disrupt atomic bonds and cut through extremely hard substances.
But even that means nothing against Wolverine's claws.
Wolverine can just sit there and let him slash all day. By the time Wolverine wakes up, there might not even be a scratch on his claws.
Rimuru had been coveting adamantium for more than a day or two, but unfortunately, she had never managed to obtain it.
Now that the "braised egg" had come knocking on her door, if she didn't take the opportunity, she would regret it.
Of course, if she killed him, it would all be meaningless.
Fengshen had already reached its current level, and in terms of pure performance, there was very little room for improvement.
Choosing advanced materials like adamantium was one option.
However, for Rimuru, it wasn't actually necessary at the moment.
With multiple barrier skills and the Seraphim Shield, her defensive capabilities were already strong enough that even Thanos would not be able to embarrass her.
If it weren't for the need to maintain secrecy, she could even discard the mech and casually fight him.
But just because she didn't need it didn't mean future mech girls wouldn't.
She couldn't let her "little baby" fall behind at the starting line.
Vibranium and adamantium were the two "milk powders" Rimuru had prepared for her future mecha girl.
Ensuring she would be both cute and powerful from birth.
Rimuru even imagined the mech girl punching Thanos in the chest with her tiny fists.
"No, one thousand pounds is absolutely impossible."
Fury nearly coughed up blood, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
A single gram of vibranium is worth tens of thousands of dollars. Black Panther is often considered richer than Iron Man simply because he "owns a mine."
As for adamantium, it is just as famous as vibranium.
One pound equals 500 grams. If one gram is worth $10,000, then one bottle of potion priced at 1,000 pounds of adamantium would be worth 500 billion dollars.
Who the hell could afford something like that?
Should I drink this healing potion, or should the potion drink me?
On Fury's dark face, a cold expression formed as he said gloomily:
"Your price is absurd. At most, I can trade one pound of recovery medicine per bottle."
A negotiation strategy like that was ridiculous against someone like Rimuru, who had completely unrealistic pricing.
He cut the price down by a thousand times in one breath. A miraculous potion capable of reviving flesh and blood was simply unaffordable for normal people.
Then he planned to resell it to government officials and wealthy businessmen worldwide, making not only back the cost but a massive fortune.
Half a million bottles would already be enough to satisfy ordinary wealthy consumers.
And for the truly rich, what is half a million dollars?
More importantly, this could be a life-saving elixir. Even if not needed immediately, people would still stockpile several bottles at home.
Who doesn't keep a first-aid kit?
In fact, Fury believed the public's psychological price expectation for such a potion would be around one million pounds per bottle—roughly ten million dollars per bottle.
He had controlled SHIELD for over a decade and was extremely sensitive to finance and operations. Whenever he needed something, he could always fund it through covert projects.
Fury believed he understood money better than 99% of the world.
And his opponent was just a little girl like Rimuru—her morality and negotiation experience were still far behind his.
"Deal."
Rimuru immediately agreed.
Fury froze.
His confident expression disappeared bit by bit, and he nearly spat out three liters of blood.
He had spent so long negotiating, arguing down the price step by step, and she just accepted it instantly.
What did that even mean?!
A bottle of recovery potion for one pound of adamantium. Rimuru had not only made a massive profit, but an absurd one.
Who could withstand this kind of psychological damage?
Ahhh… I really want to die.
Fury's metaphorical intestines nearly turned green from regret, and he wanted to smash his bald head into a wall.
Anyone who has ever bargained understands this feeling.
For example, when a dishonest seller sets an outrageous price, you bargain hard and finally feel victorious.
Then the seller immediately agrees, and your sense of achievement vanishes instantly.
What remains is only regret and emotional bleeding.
And in the long run, every time you remember it, you feel angry, pained, and frustrated all over again.
If you have a bad temper, it might even haunt you for life.
Of course, Rimuru could have slowly ground him down further.
But she didn't really lack healing potions.
She had already consumed an entire cavern of horsetail herbs.
She didn't even know how many bottles she had in total.
And of course, compared to squeezing out more profit, seeing Fury suffer psychologically was far more entertaining.
Watching Fury's face gradually lose color, Rimuru narrowed her eyes into crescent moons, clearly in a very good mood.
Fury, on the other hand, gritted his teeth in frustration.
This mischievous child really was annoying.
She would probably be better suited for petting cats.
Seeing Rimuru casually lining up bottles of recovery potion, Fury's face turned even darker.
At this point, the potion itself suddenly felt less valuable to him.
Heartache.
He would have to dilute it when reselling it.
After the deal was completed, Fury left the villa feeling dizzy and disoriented, not even sure how he walked out.
Rimuru did not tell him that Tony had already begun mass-producing a heavily diluted version of the recovery potion.
Although that "super-castrated" version could no longer regenerate flesh and bone, it could still heal wounds without leaving scars.
In other words, Fury's entire plan had a 99% chance of failing.