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Chapter 81 Mephisto's Counter-Attack Triggered

"According to Russell, as long as Hope is resurrected during this period, the drawbacks can be avoided."

"But if we drag this out any longer, the energy Russell gave us to nurture Hope's soul will disappear."

"If Hope is resurrected, she will likely lose some of her memories."

"Dr. Pym, if you hand over the method for making Pym Particles, S.H.I.E.L.D. will help revive Hope."

"Make your choice quickly, Dr. Pym, time is running out."

"The energy Russell provided can only last for a month, and now there are only two days left."

A room within the Tri-Wing Base at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Nick Fury is trying to persuade Dr. Pym to reveal how to make the Pym Particles.

Although she threatened her father with the lives of the agents she recruited, forcing him to hand over the patented technology.

This is shameless.

But Nick Fury can do it.

Simply put, the Pym particles are extremely important.

This is the key for S.H.I.E.L.D. to travel through the multiverse.

This has happened many times in the past month.

But Dr. Pym has remained tight-lipped.

Dr. Pym scoffed, unmoved by Nick Fury's persuasion.

"Hmph, I won't believe your S.H.I.E.L.D. nonsense and hand over the Pym Particles to you."

"You say that the mastermind behind Hope's death is Hydra."

"Where's the evidence? It's been so long, and there's not a single clue?"

"How can I trust you?"

Upon hearing Dr. Pym speak, Nick Fury smiled confidently: "We've found the evidence."

As he spoke, he slipped a document and a lighter through the gap in the glass partition and handed them to Dr. Pym.

"These are the files from back then, along with Hope's dictated action report and the results of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation."

"Dr. Pym, this document is of great importance. Read it and then destroy it."

Dr. Pym took the document with suspicion and began to look through it.

Turning to a certain page, Dr. Pym's pupils suddenly dilated dramatically, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

After a long while, Dr. Pym picked up a lighter and burned the document.

"Does Hope know about this?" Dr. Pym asked.

"She's not high enough," Nick Fury replied.

"I need to meet with Hope to check the information."

"Don't worry, I won't tell her anything she shouldn't know," Dr. Pym pleaded.

"Okay, I'll have her come over now," Nick Fury agreed.

Before long, Hope's soul was brought over.

Although its form is illusory, its eyes are clear.

It is easy to see that Hope was conscious at this moment.

Dr. Pym and Hope went over the data in front of Nick Fury.

From time to time, they would ask questions about a single issue from multiple angles, just like interrogating a criminal.

Hope answered them one by one.

Ultimately, Dr. Pym confirmed it.

The documents Nick Fury gave him, at least regarding Hope, were error-free.

However, this does not mean that the information cannot be falsified.

With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s capabilities, it would be easy for them to fabricate two fake documents based on a real one.

After a long silence, looking at the illusory figure of his daughter Hope, Dr. Pym made a decision.

"I can hand over the method for making Pym Particles, but I will only teach it to Hope. You must revive her first."

"Sure." Nick Fury nodded, agreeing without hesitation.

Currently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has two methods for resurrection.

"One is GH-325, and the other is keel."

"GH-325 is a resurrection drug developed by the Kree aliens; it is a technological means."

"The side effect is that upon resurrection, there is intense pain."

"Furthermore, resurrection will worsen the target's psychological state, requiring memory replacement to resolve the issue."

"Dragon bone is a mysterious substance extracted from the fossils of magical creatures called Shou Lao, and it is a magical technique."

"The side effect is that after being resurrected, one will lose some of their humanity and memories."

"Furthermore, dragon bones derived from magical artifacts may pose unknown risks."

After Nick Fury gave Hope a detailed introduction, he asked:

"Hope van Dyne. Your soul is well-nurtured; the second method will have almost no side effects. Which do you choose?"

"The second type is keel."

Without any hesitation, Hope made her choice immediately.

Unknown hidden dangers?

If it really exists, let Mephisto worry about it.

Anyway, since my soul doesn't belong to me now, why should I suffer the pain of the first option?

In a daze, Hope recalled the day she signed the agreement with Mephisto.

Mephisto:

"Hope van Dyne. Become my apostle and return to the real universe to do one thing for me."

"In return, I can allow you to move freely in the real universe."

"For example, visiting one's elderly father."

Hope: "What is it?"

Mephisto: "Find Agatha the witch."

Hope: "Okay."

Mephisto: "Let's sign the agreement."

Back then in Hell, facing Mephisto's raging inferno, Hope dared not refuse.

Without really understanding what was going on, he signed an agreement with Mephisto.

After returning to the real universe and waking up.

Hope realized then that she had been tricked out of her money.

Even if she doesn't agree to Mephisto's demands, Mephisto will still have to give up her soul.

However, during the time she was resurrected, Mephisto never contacted her once.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the task he had instructed her to do.

Suddenly, Hope felt a suction force coming from somewhere, pulling at her soul.

That was her physical body, a body that had been repaired by the dragon bones.

Following this suction force, Hope's soul returned to her body.

During this process, the body and soul re-rub against each other and adapt.

Ultimately, the soul and the body merge.

The pure, attribute-free energy that Russell had given, which had been protecting Hope's soul, also merged into Hope's body and completely dissipated.

"This is."

Hope felt the weight of her body under the influence of Earth's gravity for the first time in a long time.

Before she could get used to the feeling of having a physical body again.

A voice rang in her ear.

"My apostle, Hope van Dyne, find me the witch Agatha Christie!"

Hope's expression changed.

That's Mephisto's voice.

He came to Russell the moment his energy was depleted.

Within the Hell dimension, Mephisto suddenly burst into laughter.

This time, He didn't intend to get something for nothing.

Once Russell's energy dissipates, he will no longer pay attention to Hope.

He would then transform Hope into a demon, enabling her to operate in the real world.

Unexpectedly, someone helped resurrect Hope, saving Him a step.

Moreover, this way, Hope wouldn't have His aura on her, making her less likely to be detected.

Seeing that the succubi who were playing were confused, they all stopped and looked at them.

Mephisto waved his hand.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing."

Just as Russell was sitting in the corner, drinking cup after cup of coconut water, Tony came over.

"You've been making quite a stir lately, Bertrand Russell."

Tony's voice arrived before he did.

"The great magician Bertrand Russell?"

Russell raised an eyebrow and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, that nickname does suit me quite well."

"Come on, Russell. Everyone in Kamar-Taj knows you, you don't even know the simplest wizarding language."

"Not to mention the more advanced theories of signs, runes, and spells."

Tony's tone was sour.

From the perspective of traditional Buddhist monks.

He was a top student who scored 100 points.

Proficient in both theory and practice.

Russell got a zero, not even qualifying as a poor student.

But now, the Avengers and everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. are starting to think he's a fraud.

Russell smiled, ignoring Tony's sour remark, and explained:

"It's not that I can't, it's that I don't need to learn. Just tell me, which spell don't I know?"

Tony smiled too:

"You know how, but can you teach others?"

"I've heard that someone brought back two young men from Sokovia, intending to take them as disciples, but the Ancient One intercepted them."

Upon hearing this, Russell's face darkened:

Who spread the rumors?

"When did I decide to take on disciples?"

"I'm only 26 years old, and they're all 20."

"Disciple? More like junior brother."

"Hahaha~"

"Hahaha~"

Tony laughed.

Russell laughed along with him.

After the laughter subsided.

Tony cut to the chase: "So, what do you want?"

Russell was not polite either:

"I plan to borrow a mature cloning technology from somewhere to recreate a physical body for Matt."

"I'll need your help then, and please check if there are any backdoors."

"Mature cloning technology? Backdoor?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Tell me more about it."

Russell explained:

"Cloning technology comes from a family of inheritors in the multiverse."

"When they die, their souls can automatically return to the pre-cloned backup bodies."

"The technology appears to be quite mature."

"As for the backdoor, they seem to be able to take over the bodies of other clones as well."

The key point is the last one. If it cannot be resolved, it will become a hidden danger, constantly diverting Russell's attention.

As for technology, among the people Russell knew, Tony was undoubtedly the most skilled.

Whether or not one's professional background aligns with the job requirements is not within Russell's considerations.

Tony will handle it himself.

Russell continued, "Tony, your parents and butler can also be resurrected using this technology."

Russell thought Tony would be pleased to hear this, but to his surprise, Tony shook his head.

"No."

Tony explained.

"I asked them before."

"They say that there are hardly any people they know in the real world anymore."

"Not only will they be lonely after being resurrected, but they may also fall behind the times."

"Why not start over in the spiritual world of Vishanti's dimension?"

"Is that so?" Russell nodded, no longer asking. "But Matt is still young, he doesn't have this kind of trouble."

Tony complained:

"When are you planning to make your move?"

"Take me with you, or better yet, I'd like to be there and keep an eye on things."

"Otherwise, when copying data and moving machines, it's easy for you to miss some crucial information."

"Still looking, we'll act on it once we find it."

Russell pretended not to hear Tony's complaints, replying while pondering in his mind.

"Bring Tony along? That would be a good idea."

"We could bring Wanda along too, take the Sorcerer Supreme Order out for a spin, broaden their horizons, and maybe they'll grow up faster."

As for what Pietro might think.

Russell was just a senior colleague, not a teacher, so he didn't need comforting.

(End of this chapter)