In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

He died.

And the way he died was very creative.

A few minutes earlier, Mason saw a large truck that seemed to be out of control on his way home from get off work. Being very safety-conscious, he immediately moved far away. However, a roadside stone was grazed and run over by the truck's tires, and it immediately crossed half a street and smashed his head.

The good news is that you die quickly and without pain.

The bad news is that he died too quickly, without even leaving a last message.

In the past, when he had nothing to do, he designed some last words based on the spirit of his predecessors, including "Why is Heaven so cruel to me?" for those who died young, "Leave a door on the tombstone, maybe I can come out?" for those who died peacefully in their sleep, and even if he was suddenly stabbed by a madman on the street, he could briefly shout "I'm bleeding all over the ground!" In short, he considered many scenarios, but he never expected that he would die without even having a chance to fart.

This is what they call the impermanence of life.

But everyone knows that a person dies when they are killed.

So why was Mason, whose head had already been blown off, still able to think about all sorts of random things?

—Because he came back to life.

In short, Mason was standing in the bathroom of a hotel room, facing the mirror on the sink, carefully observing himself in the mirror with a deep, constipated expression.

He was wearing a very classy black suit—something he had never owned in his wardrobe before.

He had his hair sprayed with hairspray and styled into a rather stylish slicked-back look—but since he started working, Mr. Mei had never had a haircut costing more than thirty yuan, so it was impossible for him to achieve this style.

He looks very young, probably slightly under twenty years old—but he's actually a twenty-six-year-old office worker who gets called "uncle" by kids asking for directions on the street.

Of course, most importantly, some scenes I'd never seen before inexplicably popped into my head, mainly involving various military training exercises and conversations with some unidentified foreigners, during which something seemed to be mentioned... SHIELD?

That is, the Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, or simply "S.H.I.E.L.D."

This must be the one.

Through.

Moreover, they traveled to the peaceful and prosperous Marvel Universe, where people help each other and the universe is harmonious.

That's how bad things are going to turn out.

And the bad news doesn't stop there.

Mason sighed, moved closer to the mirror, and then reached out and touched the space about two centimeters above his forehead.

There is a hole there, in a physical sense.

Touch the back of your head again, and you'll find another hole there, much larger than the one in front.

To be honest, Mason wasn't too keen on thinking about what the grayish-white liquid mixed with blood flowing out of the hole was.

If the knowledge I gained from those training scenarios in my mind is correct, I was shot in the head by a pistol bullet.

If you ask if it hurts, it does hurt a lot, but it's still within a tolerable range.

Moreover, the newly added parts in my memory are a mess, like a cookie that has been thrown on the ground and crushed.

...But it seems quite reasonable.

After all, if the brain is completely scrambled, it's not surprising that the memories stored within it are damaged.

As for why he was still alive after being shot through the head from the front, and why his original memories were not affected... This is the Marvel Universe after all. Even being bitten by a dog on the street could give you superpowers inexplicably. Being shot in the head and surviving is probably not a strange thing.

……perhaps.

That's the first piece of bad news. Now for the second.

Mason poked his head out of the bathroom and looked at the space between the bed and the desk.

A middle-aged man wearing the same black suit as him was lying on his back there.

A dagger was stuck in the man's chest, and there were multiple cuts in his abdomen and side. The blood flowing from his body almost covered half the room—unlike myself, he was probably already dead.

Judging from the messy signs of a struggle in the room, it seems that I ambushed the man at close range with a dagger, but failed to kill him immediately. Instead, he shot me in the head, and we both died. After all, I was lying not far away when I woke up, and there was no third person in the room, so there should be no other possibility.

What on earth is going on here...?

Rubbing his temples, Mason finally managed to extract some useful information from the jumbled mess in his mind—this body's name was Sissel Lee Metzen, twenty years old, he joined the military while in school, and after training he was transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D., and is now a Level 4 agent in charge of internal affairs. Considering his age and position, he is a rather promising young man.

But he got shot in the head.

Although he didn't know why Mason from S.H.I.E.L.D. sounded similar to his own name, and they looked very alike, practically another version of himself, he had fallen into a rather Zen-like state after being bombarded with so many bombshell news.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Even if I went out right now and saw Thanos blowing up New York in his spaceship, it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, when people die, they fly to the sky. Besides, I've already died twice already.

The hole in my head (physical) has stopped bleeding and spewing brain matter. Although it's hard to say which category of superpower this is, it seems pretty amazing when you think about it. I don't even need to wear makeup for Halloween.

Mason sighed, sat on the toilet, and struck a thinker's pose.

Now that we've covered the bad news, let's move on to the good news.

The cause and effect are not yet clear, but in short, it seems that he has awakened the golden finger that most transmigrators have.

From the moment he woke up in this room, he became aware of this and understood how to use the strange power that had appeared in him without him even realizing it.

Specifically, it means summoning things from other places, or other worlds, to your front. The quality of these things is entirely random; they could be a goblin dung from a fantasy world or a planet-destroying bomb from a science fiction world. It happens once a day, rain or shine. As long as you dare to summon, this ability can bring all sorts of things from countless worlds to your front.

The usage is very simple; you just need to have the idea. So the question now is...

Want to give it a try? It's right here!

After thinking about it for a moment, Mason gave an affirmative answer.

Although summoning something on the toilet is a bit embarrassing, and you might summon some ridiculous thing that will kill you, now is not the time to be picky. Otherwise, do you expect me to survive in this Marvel Universe, where heroes from all sides are working together, by relying on my muddled S.H.I.E.L.D. agent career and the superpower of surviving headshots (questionable)?

—Good news, he has now remembered something else: he is currently in New York City.

Some people may not know what Marvel's New York means, so let me explain. In the Marvel Universe, after leaving the early days, it is basically a place where alien lords and local villains have fun together, ancient gods and future supreme beings fight each other, and hundreds of superheroes and supervillains shine in this city. Depending on the version, it is even more dangerous than Gotham in the neighboring DC universe.

Although I am now a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, it is actually a much more dangerous identity than that of an ordinary citizen—for one thing, what if Hydra suddenly attacks?

Either way, there are risks involved; jumping off a building yourself is better than being pushed off by someone else.

So Mason took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and silently uttered the word "summon" in his mind.

In an instant, although it wasn't visible from the outside, he felt as if a galaxy had exploded in his mind.

Countless orbs of light swirled in this galaxy, some large and some small. Although it was unclear what their contents were, Mason instinctively knew that each orb contained an item from a different world.

However, their values ​​vary.

And so, after the entire Milky Way spun once under Mason's command, a ball of light was flung out.

From a realistic perspective, a cylindrical black fingertip with a sight similar to a pistol's front sight popped out of thin air in front of him.

Mason reacted quickly and grabbed it before it hit the ground.

Upon looking at it, the instructions for using this item automatically popped into my mind.

Air gun

[How to use: Slip it on your index finger, aim at the target, and say "bang" as the indicator sound to launch a burst of compressed air with a range of fifty meters.]

【Feature: Unlimited ammo (After firing more than ten times in one go, it can be fired again after a five-minute rest period, but there is a risk of overheating and damage from prolonged continuous use)】

[Note: Do not use in a vacuum environment]

...it really does look familiar...

Mason seemed to hear the sound of an unnamed blue raccoon robot pulling out those magical tools.

...This can be considered a childhood dream come true in a certain sense.

Looking at the air gun in his hand, Mason fell silent.

But before he could figure out how to express his feelings, suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the front door of the room.