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

Chapter 105 The Mage is indeed a terrifying creature.

"Never mind if you don't know." Mason shrugged. "One last question—you're one of the Divine Orbs, so you should know more about this than I do—if you took out the Dragon God Orb, could you destroy Karasuma Renya?"

"Of course!"

Upon hearing this, Jiangzhu immediately straightened her back, adopting the attitude of an e-commerce seller boasting about their product during a live stream: "How could the power of a mere demon possibly rival the Dragon God Pearl?! To be honest, if I weren't unable to use the Dragon God Pearl myself due to my status as a divine pearl, I wouldn't even need to trouble Lord Dragon God or you; I could have dealt with that bastard human myself! With the power of the Dragon God Pearl, even if Karasuma Renya really did absorb the life force of a hundred million people, I could easily blast him apart!"

Mason was quite confident in his words, but he felt something was off. After all, across the vast universe, artifacts that are touted as being able to solve all problems at the very beginning of a story usually go wrong. They are either completely useless or useful but come at a huge price. The number of unlucky people who have been tricked by similar events and shed tears of blood could circle the earth at least once. It is something that must be guarded against.

These days, there aren't many conscientious businesses like Dragon Ball whose advertising and efficacy are completely consistent.

At this point, Kaito Kuroba had already run over, and Mason turned to look at him directly, getting straight to the point: "From now on, this guy is your partner—as the only one of the Divine Orbs that can talk, it will help you obtain the other Divine Orbs."

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Kaito Kuroba blinked, then frowned as he looked at the pinkish blob on the ground—not out of fear, but because his aesthetic sense as a phantom thief made it hard for him to accept the design as a prize jewel.

It looks incredibly tacky.

"Hey! Kid, what kind of look is that?!"

Sensing Kaito Kuroba's thoughts, Shoju immediately jumped up and down, yelling, "What's wrong with my 'noble' look? Even Toichi Kuroba wouldn't dare look at me like that! If you don't apologize now, you'd better sleep with one eye open tonight!"

"???" Kaito Kuroba was completely dumbfounded. "How did you know—"

"Hmph, don't underestimate my intelligence network!" Jiangzhu said arrogantly, arms crossed. "When I first started out, your Black Feather family ancestors were still digging radishes in the fields! What's so great about a lousy phantom thief's title?"

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The invincible Phantom Thief Kid once again experienced the fear of being targeted by a box weapon.

"That's settled then. I'll leave the matter of the Divine Pearl to you two."

Mason stepped forward and nudged Kaito Kuroba on the shoulder. Then, the prize ball leaped up and landed on the latter's head. He said calmly, "I'll take care of the shark and water god ball issues. You guys go and collect the other god balls. Contact me if you encounter any problems, understand?"

Still slightly dazed, Kaito Kuroba instinctively said, "Isn't this a bit hasty?" "What do you mean hasty? Aren't you in a hurry to save Akako Koizumi? Every second you delay increases the risk of her dying."

And so, Mason quickly pushed Kaito Kuroba away from the dock. Tool Man Number One has already been launched. With Kaito Kid's skills, under the guidance of the prize orbs, obtaining the other orbs besides the Water God Orb and the Dark Orb should not be a problem.

Anyway, he was in a hurry to save his good friend, so his efficiency was definitely at its maximum.

In short, regardless of whether the Dragon God Pearl can directly defeat Karasuma Renya, the priority is to get our hands on it first.

Even if we don't have the Dragon God Pearl, we can still use the other divine pearls to create a lot of fancy tricks.

Thus, only Mason and the two Spirit Origin Shadows remained at the edge of the dockyard.

"Just in case, let me ask." Okita Souji stroked his chin and said in a subtle tone, "Master, you must have a plan, right? But judging from what I see now, it seems a bit like throwing an egg against a rock for us to take on this job."

She deliberately made her tone cheerful, or perhaps she really was cheerful. After all, her status as a Spirit Origin Shadow gave her the confidence to be completely fearless. Even if she were to be killed in the next second, it would just be like a computer finishing a process, nothing serious at all.

Paracelsus didn't offer any direct opinion; he simply watched Mason's reaction quietly, as if anticipating something.

Mason paused for a moment.

The long conversation he had with Dang Jingzhu was just polite talk. If you were to ask him what he really thought, he could only say that while he wasn't lying, he didn't have much motivation to keep his promise.

After all, he wasn't some unlucky member of the Reincarnation Squad. He didn't have the fear of being killed on the spot if he failed a mission. He could even run away whenever he wanted. Besides, this world wasn't his hometown, so he didn't have much of a sense of responsibility. Under these circumstances, he naturally couldn't be as anxious as Kaito Kuroba, rushing to do things with the same mentality of having his pants on fire.

Honestly, if he had known it would turn out like this, he definitely wouldn't have chosen to go all out from the very first day of work—he would have at least enjoyed some fun with Konecny's savings for a while before getting down to business, and he would have slowed down the pace. Now, he's stepped on the gas too hard, and he can't stop even if he wants to.

Of course, having accepted the commission from the person who seemed to be the Dragon God, Mason had no intention of renegering on his promise. He was simply experiencing the typical despair of a corporate slave facing an enormous workload.

"well----"

He sighed, his face contorted with embarrassment, "I do have a plan—but as a suggestion, I'd like to ask you two what kind of response you would take in this situation?"

"?" Okita Souji blinked, then rested her chin on her index finger and said with some confusion, "Miss Okita, I'm just a pure warrior. How far I can go depends largely on my Master's ability. If it's just me, I'll just try to carry out a decapitation strike. If I succeed, everyone's happy; if I fail, everything's over. It's very simple."

Those who engage in physical combat simply want to draw their knives and start slashing, but strategists and commanders have much more to consider.

"As for me—heh, after all, I'm just a magician, not that skilled in strategy, so I really can't come up with any brilliant plans."

Paracelsus picked up the conversation, a bright smile on his face: "Right now I am just a Spirit Origin Shadow, in an environment where magic is so scarce that it is almost non-existent, so if I want to win, I have to shed some shackles."

Mason frowned, realizing that things were not so simple—for some reason, there seemed to be some very scary information hidden in those words.

"For example, if magical resources are lacking, I can replenish them with life force. Considering the biological quality of this world, on average, one ton of biological tissue can yield 0.14 grams of Philosopher's Stone. Then, I can use the Philosopher's Stone as a magical source to process and manufacture Mystic Codes for capturing life forms, thereby producing more Philosopher's Stones. Once magical resources are abundant enough, I can attempt to set up a national-level alchemy array to directly extract the power of the planet's ley lines."

Paracelsus, without batting an eye, revealed a terrifying plan: "Fortunately, aside from that mysterious dragon god, once I obtain more than one hundred grams of the Philosopher's Stone, it seems there's no one in this world capable of stopping me. The counterattack of modern technology can be easily thwarted by establishing my workshop a thousand meters underground—"

In this way, in about six months, I will gain enough power to sink continents and shatter the moon, which should allow me to win. However, as a price, the planet will enter a period of depletion, and humanity may become extinct.

Mason: "————"

Okita Souji: "—".

Perhaps I underestimated the antics of the Type-Moon magicians. After all, if they did this in the Moon world, they would definitely be arrested on the spot by the Guardians sent by the Counter Force. But it's different here. Magicians in the Detective Conan world are extremely rare, and their strength is far inferior to their counterparts in the Moon world, like kindergarten juggling. If a powerful giant like Paracelsus, who has the ability to convert resources into power, were to be sent here and allowed to unleash his full potential, the harm would definitely be ten thousand or even nine thousand times greater than a mere army of demons!

A moment of silence fell over the room.

"Master, did you see that?"

Okita Souji pointed forcefully at Paracelsus and shouted at the top of his lungs, "If we arrest and behead all these magicians, there will definitely be some who escape! Because many of them won't die just from being beheaded!"

"That's a bit too extreme."

Mason shook his head: "We're here to save the world. You're just going to kill hostages and thugs alike. It's unnecessary, and you might even get slapped to death by that 'Dragon God'."

"It's just talk."

Paracelsus smiled slightly, but given that his expression remained unchanged, Mason couldn't quite figure out what he meant.

Mages, especially mages with time to develop, are indeed terrifying creatures.jpg

But then again, while this scheme is terrifying, it's almost guaranteed to win—it sounds much more reliable than just hyping up the Dragon God Pearl as a prize.

No matter how ruthless you, Karasuma Renya, can you compare to Wolf Slayer, who doesn't even blink an eye when he says he'll destroy the world? There's a saying: walk the enemy's path and leave them with nowhere to walk. The demonic power that can grow stronger by devouring life force is indeed powerful, but what if we take the lead and turn the earth into a wasteland? How will you deal with that?

"As for magic resources, let's wait until they collect the other divine orbs."

Mason shrugged, softening his tone: "In the meantime, let's do something else. To be honest, I'm also someone who likes to stir things up."

He paused halfway through his sentence, then sighed softly, "To be honest, I wasn't planning on going too far, but since things have come to this point, there's not much of a choice left—let's bring some surprises to the world before Karasuma Renya does."

As he spoke, a hint of regret lingered in his voice, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

Although this topic has been discussed before, I'll bring it up again here because it's so important—from a psychological perspective, Mei is a rather wicked person.

This doesn't mean he did a lot of bad things, but rather that he has a tendency to think differently—he doesn't like being passive, and when faced with a problem, his first thought is usually to take the initiative into his own hands. To this end, he can easily come up with methods that most people would consider unorthodox. For example, if he is trapped in a maze, he would prefer to break down walls along the way rather than honestly looking for an exit.

Of course, thinking and doing are two different things. After all, he was just an ordinary human being without any extraordinary powers. If he wanted to live comfortably in society, he had to learn to compromise. Therefore, most of the time, those wicked ideas in his mind could only flash by and had no room for actual implementation. It was precisely for this reason that he, Mei, was just an ordinary good person in the eyes of others.

But now—isn't it okay to let loose a little?

After all, he had just learned some key information about Karasuma Renya from Dang Zhu. If he didn't use it to his advantage, wouldn't it be a waste of all that time he had listened?

Hmm—how should we say this in internet slang?

A radical overhaul of Detective Conan TV?

Hehe, everyone, please watch closely, my talent for creating hilarious antics will definitely not disappoint!

As Mason's mind raced with wicked schemes (he was certain of them), Conan, far away in Tokyo, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"What's wrong, Shinichi?"

Professor Agasa, who was fiddling with something on the lab bench, looked up and glanced in his direction.

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"I have a bad feeling—it's like something terrible is about to happen—" Conan swallowed hard, then shook his head. "That's obvious. If the situation wasn't urgent, I wouldn't be sitting in a place like this."

"Relax, Kudo."

Standing on the other side of the test bench, Haibara sighed and said in a calm voice that was somewhere between resignation and indifference, "It's too late to worry about anything now. We can only prepare for the coming storm."

"It's rare to hear you say that," Conan said, raising an eyebrow. "While it's not the best way to put it, in the past, if you were in this situation, you'd probably think of immediately running away to a place where no one can find you, right?"

"Knowing it's not good, you still say it. Your great detective skills are unbelievably lacking in emotional intelligence."

Ai Haibara turned around, rolled her eyes at Conan, and clicked her tongue, saying, "—I do want to run away, but this situation is different from before. All the secrets that need to be protected have been leaked. It's not something I can solve by trying to die. In that case, no matter how scared I am, I can only face it bravely, right?"

"yes----"

Conan looked up at the ceiling and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "To be honest, I even considered backing out a few times. After all, I'm just a high school detective, not a seasoned special forces soldier. Judging from the way Mr. Akai and the others are acting, I'd believe it if you told me they were preparing for a local war—what role could I really play in this situation?"

"Hey Shinichi," Professor Agasa said, unable to contain himself any longer. The inventor, practically a green-skinned man, raised his chin and declared confidently, "You need to have confidence in your own abilities and my technical prowess. Once Ai and I finish building this 'armor,' you'll become—yes, a superhero!"

As he said, a few days ago, Professor Agasa asked Shuichi Akai and others to move his laboratory to this safe house, and together with Ai Haibara, they worked on upgrading Conan's mysterious equipment. After a few days, they have already seen initial results. Once the programming and debugging are finished, the invincible elementary school student will be able to make up for his shortcomings in combat and become Japan's Superman!

This sounds a bit far-fetched, but when you think about some of the amazing things that happen in the movie, it doesn't seem so exaggerated.

In preparation for the battle with the Black Organization, Conan temporarily left the social circle of Teitan Elementary School student Conan Edogawa, citing "going back to his hometown with his parents to take care of some business." After all, there's no room for distraction in high-level situations, and he doesn't have the ability to take care of the Mouri Detective Agency and the Detective Boys while fighting the Black Organization. Taking a break for a while is a good thing for everyone.

Anyway, if we win, everyone's happy; if we lose, then we don't need to worry about anything else.

Ai Haibara and Professor Agasa did something similar; these two scientists needed to concentrate on technological development and could not afford to be distracted by anything else.

"However, speaking of which..."

Suddenly, Professor Agasa asked, "What has that magician been doing these past few days?"

"I don't know. Mr. Akai and the others said they apparently used their connections with the FBI to build a makeshift shelter and then put a lot of strange materials inside," Conan replied casually. "Dad contacted Uncle Kuroba and described the situation, and the reply he got was that they were probably doing alchemy." —This is where my ignorance lies; I have no idea what alchemy in the magical sense is.

"Ultimately, can that guy really be considered one of us?"

Ai Haibara bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Judging from his behavior, I don't think he's a good person."

"Haha, what a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too." Conan sighed, rubbing his temples. "But since he's showing a cooperative attitude, that's much better than a direct conflict—although I'm reluctant to admit it, the initiative is in his hands, what can we do?"

"We should still make some contingency plans, in case he suddenly stabs us in the back—"

Before Ai Haibara could finish speaking, Conan's phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and looked at it, then gave a wry smile, looked up and sighed, "To use a mainland proverb, this is what they call 'speak of the devil and he appears'."

After sighing, he answered the phone and adjusted his voice.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Mason? What can I do for you?"

Upon hearing the classic line, Mason on the other end of the phone couldn't help but chuckle, then cut to the chase: "Yeah, something really has happened, and it's huge news!"

Conan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, but since the call had already connected, he could only grit his teeth and ask, "What's the big news?"

"I'm going to launch a terrorist attack on the Japanese House of Representatives tomorrow or the day after!"

Mason spoke with the smugness of a schoolchild boasting about getting a perfect score: "A coup! Kudetta! The international situation in the Far East is about to be turned upside down!"

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