Rimuru alone looked utterly unconcerned, lounging around as though none of it had anything to do with him.
Everyone else feared Loki would cause trouble, war would break out, and Earth would be thrown into turmoil. Rimuru, on the other hand, wished Loki would stir up even more trouble.
He had plans of his own, and the calculations were clattering away in his head.
The more trouble Loki caused, the more severe the alien crisis, the tenser the situation on Earth, and the greater the scale of the war, the easier it would be to get approval for a large, city-sized plot of land for Metroplex-a strategic deployment base.
The greater the global crisis, the more it would call for a top-tier trump card to hold the fort. His Cybertron restoration project, his Titan mech placement plan, and all his seemingly outlandish requests would become reasonable strategic reserves.
More than happy to watch the show grow bigger, Rimuru couldn't be bothered with the alliance's mutual suspicions or internal conflicts.
He reached behind him and grasped at empty air, conjuring an enormous goblet. Its shape and size perfectly replicated the giant mug Doctor Strange had conjured wine for Thor in during Rimuru's previous life. It was filled to the brim with authentic sauce-aroma Moutai, clear and translucent, with a subtle aroma.
He handed the enormous goblet to Thor and took a glass of his own, filled with an ice-cold, fizzy soft drink.
While the others stood in a tense standoff, undercurrents surging and tensions ready to snap, the two of them started drinking outside the interrogation room as if no one else were there, chatting at their leisure.
Thor leaned forward slightly and cautiously sniffed it. The smell was light, lacking the powerful punch of Asgardian spirits. It smelled utterly ordinary,