Jarvis, help me remember...

Chapter 16: Jarvis, Make a Note for Me...

Boom~ Boom~ Boom~

With the [Magic Sense] skill, Rimuru was exceptionally sensitive to sound waves and light waves.

Even with her entire body covered in armor, and the sound having been repeatedly reduced by the noise-cancellation system, it still remained exceptionally clear to Rimuru's ears.

What was more, Rimuru could even hear the friction between the armor and the air, the grinding and clashing of machinery interlocking.

Those sounds were chaotic and jumbled, yet they felt remarkably layered in Rimuru's ears.

Not only did the noise not irritate her, it instead felt like she was listening to explosive music, leaving her entire body exhilarated.

Rimuru could mimic a Giant Bat and could fly on her own, but at this moment, the experience flight brought her was entirely different.

"Whoa, haha, amazing, this is absolutely amazing!"

Rimuru howled excitedly, her body freely tracing curved paths through the air.

They were simply too fast for the naked eye to follow. Since they were competing with Tony, the two chased one another, leaving only two fiery-red arcs spiraling continuously upward.

If any mecha combat enthusiast saw their aerial contest, they would surely faint from excitement.

Those spiraling arcs were simply too beautiful; no words could describe even a fraction of their splendor.

What was more, in the Marvel Universe, Tony's Mark II and Rimuru's Fengshen I were both making their debut, and the impact was unimaginable.

It was not just Rimuru—Tony Stark was also stirred to the extreme, his very soul trembling.

The only thing that displeased him was that his Mark had never managed to surpass Fengshen in either altitude or speed.

He had practically been hanging behind Fengshen's ass the entire time, which irritated him immensely.

"Jarvis, increase axial load support power from 2.5% to 3.5%!"

"As you wish!"

Accompanied by a thunderous boom, the Mark II's speed suddenly rose sharply. It instantly overtook Fengshen and threw Rimuru far behind.

"Yeah, fantastic. I knew it—my Mark had to be the best!"

But before Tony could enjoy his moment for three seconds, Fengshen, piloted by Rimuru, overtook him again, leaving him to trail behind it and eat dust once more.

Watching the orange-red exhaust flames from Fengshen's thrusters, Tony Stark muttered, "Not bad, little one. Its thrust is much lower than the Mark II's, yet its acceleration is no weaker at all. Makes sense—Fengshen is not only smaller, but also lighter and more compact. It consumes less energy than the Mark, so of course that's only natural."

"Jarvis, accelerate again. I want to prove to Fengshen that Mark is not only big, but fast too!"

"As you wish, sir!"

Boom!

The Mark went all out, accelerating sharply once again. The exhaust flames from the thrusters in its hands and feet had begun turning blue.

But what Tony Stark had not expected was that the moment he suddenly accelerated, Fengshen accelerated at the exact same time.

Not only did the Mark fail to catch Fengshen, the distance between them was pulled even farther apart.

"This..."

Still eating dust, Tony said irritably, "Jarvis, make a note for me. The Mark II's power system still needs improvement. Its acceleration efficiency needs to be increased."

Jarvis: "As you wish."

At that moment, Tony's helmet display suddenly turned red, and Jarvis's voice rang out again.

"Sir, severe icing on the exterior may cause damage."

Tony Stark froze. "What? What about Rimuru's Fengshen? Didn't it encounter an icing problem?"

Jarvis: "Fengshen's outer shell is made of the Sith Company's Gold-Titanium Alloy. It is the material used by the Seraphim Satellite."

"..."

Rimuru had even considered the icing issue?

For the first time, Tony Stark felt a sense of defeat!

Though he had been trailing behind Fengshen and eating dust the entire time, seemingly at a constant disadvantage, Tony had not taken it to heart.

That was because the two models' design philosophies determined it. The Mark emphasized balance, while Fengshen took an extreme approach, prioritizing speed over defense.

The Mark weighed several times as much as Fengshen, so it was only natural that it could not match Fengshen's speed!

As for design philosophy, Tony did not believe Fengshen was better than the Mark. Fengshen was far too fragile; it simply could not meet the demands of high-intensity combat.

It was a flawed, failed design philosophy!

But he had actually failed to consider the icing problem. Rimuru had outdone him here!

"Danger, danger, sir. I recommend that you stop ascending immediately."

"Don't stop. Keep going. I want to test the Mark's limits!"

After ascending another two or three hundred meters, the frozen Mark II completely shut down and plunged straight downward.

Seeing the Mark rapidly falling, Rimuru hovered high in the sky and chose not to continue ascending.

She had won!

Although she had cheated, she was still thrilled.

The person she had beaten was Tony Stark, one of Marvel's greatest minds!

Victory felt damn good!

Another ten minutes later.

Tony arrived on the villa's rooftop and glared in extreme displeasure at Wind God, which was still soaring through the sky.

"Jarvis, cut the power..."

Boom!

Mark immediately smashed a huge hole through the rooftop. Caught off guard, Tony Stark was sent crashing straight through a luxury sports car.

To make matters worse, a mechanical arm chose that moment to put out his "fire" once.

Tony lay sprawled across the sports car, suddenly questioning his entire life.

Fuck, when bad luck hits, even drinking cold water gets stuck between your teeth!

Just then, Wind God, piloted by Rimuru, suddenly slammed down from the sky, smashing another huge pit into the laboratory and landing right in its center—

On one knee, with one hand braced against the ground.

That was right—the classic Nini landing pose!

The pose instantly dazzled Tony Stark's eyes, and he couldn't help shouting.

"Cool!"

The more Tony Stark looked at that pose, the more pleasing it seemed. But before long, Tony became annoyed.

How could such a cool landing pose not have been invented by him?!

But was Tony Stark really the kind of loser who merely followed the crowd and copied others?

"Jarvis, make a note of this. I'll definitely design a landing pose a hundred times cooler than that!"

"Yes, sir!"

After taking off the Mecha, Tony Stark found Rimuru more and more irritating the more he looked at her.

Still, he wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat.

But when he saw Rimuru come over carrying brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, Tony was momentarily stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Rimuru said, "Teaching you how to write the character for 'submit,' of course?"

Huh?

When Tony saw the neatly written character for "convinced" on the paper, his face immediately darkened.

You're seriously doing this?!

WTF!

Rimuru grinned wickedly. "Tony, don't tell me you're planning to go back on your word?"

Tony Stark immediately flared up. Rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed the brush. "I'm the genius Stark! It's just one character. Did you think I'd be scared?"

Rimuru said with a smug grin, "I'm impressed, I'm impressed. As expected of Tony Stark. Make sure this character looks exactly as good as mine."

Hmph!

Tony snorted and couldn't be bothered to respond to Rimuru.

What an awful Slime. I really want to beat her up!

Rimuru said, "Jarvis, make a note of this. On X day of X month, 2008, Tony was defeated by Rimuru and wrote a huge 'convinced' character with a brush!"

Jarvis: "..."

Tony Stark: "..."

We're all professionally trained. We normally don't lose our temper—unless we can't hold it in!

You rotten Slime, prepare to die!