The more he thought about it, the more tangled it became.
Spacetime paradoxes had always been the hardest constraint to unravel across the myriad worlds. One broken link led to another, and the slightest change affected everything. The dense tangle of cause and effect was enough to make anyone feel frustrated.
Rimuru sighed softly and pushed down the chaotic thoughts in his heart.
Since he had already changed things, he might as well see it through.
Rather than let Steve end up alone again, watching an old friend's story come to an end, he would give him a chance to truly choose eternity.
Having made up his mind, he turned and returned to the underground base, setting aside all his thoughts about fate for the time being and settling back into his daily routine.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
Once the foundation of the Transformers at the base had gradually stabilized, Rimuru found time to step away. He took the two silicone models Steve had entrusted to him and headed to Kamar-Taj.
A secluded mountain path led to the hidden sanctuary of the sorcerers. Clouds and mist curled around ancient, verdant trees, and a gentle, steady aura of magic flowed everywhere.
Wanda and her brother Pietro were training there.
As soon as Rimuru stepped into the training courtyard, he spotted two familiar figures.
Pietro noticed him first. The silver-gray currents of air around him died down slightly, and his gaze fell on the gift box in Rimuru's hand. His face filled with suspicion.
When the box was opened and he saw the two exquisitely crafted, perfectly proportioned, life-size models inside, Pietro's face darkened considerably.
An inexplicable surge of anger rushed to his head.
He immediately scowled and raised his hand to throw the things away, his