With the addition of a fluffy little creature, the monotonous days of modifications became much happier.
Ironhide remained strongly opposed, though, especially after seeing the big orange cat show its Flerken side.
They had seen the Flerken swallow a roasted beef leg several times its own size in one gulp.
The Transformers could not understand how such a harmless flesh-and-blood creature had managed it.
Did they come with built-in spatial compression technology?
Rimuru had also demonstrated it for them, swallowing something dozens of times his size and spitting it back out.
Although they had similar technology, theirs was nowhere near as outrageous. Judging by how easily the two little creatures had done it, that was clearly not their limit.
In other words, the two little creatures could swallow the Autobots too.
Once the thought occurred to him, Ironhide instantly felt that the Decepticons seemed friendly and approachable. Even the Dreads looked kind.
After an unknown amount of time, Black Dragon's voice rang out again. This time, Captain America had arrived.
Steve Rogers wore a clean star-spangled suit and looked a little travel-worn, but he stood straight and tall, his back ramrod straight.
The loneliness and desolation that had haunted him for so many years were gone. His features were relaxed now, his bearing peaceful and composed, with no trace left of the bleak solitude he had once carried.
Watching Captain America approach, Rimuru's eyes filled with amusement. He made casual conversation, his tone light and teasing.
"Captain, what a rare visitor. We haven't seen you around lately. What big things have you been busy with?"
Steve smiled gently at that. He kept walking until he reached Rimuru, then stopped in front of him and spoke openly and calmly.
"I've been traveling from place to place on cleanup missions. After the