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

Chapter 109 Mason, the Great Shot!

At this distance, it was essentially equivalent to a burst of golden light that hit its target the moment it was fired.

Then it missed.

After all, humans are creatures that are prone to missing the target when shooting a handgun beyond ten meters, and Mason's previous direct hit had a bit of luck involved, but this time it has exposed his true skill level.

A flash of golden light shot into the sea from the side of the giant tentacle shark's pectoral fin. An unlucky ghost shark, which was about to rush in from that direction to bite Okita Souji who was about to lose his temper, was sliced ​​in half like butter under a hot knife and was killed on the spot.

"Oh my god—"

The frustration of missing such a large target made Mason slap his forehead, then he quickly regenerated his index finger and prepared for the next attack.

Now there is one piece of good news and two pieces of bad news.

The good news is that his laser can indeed easily knock the tentacle shark to its knees. If you are determined to kill it and have some aim, the first laser shot will most likely destroy its brain and kill it.

The first piece of bad news came from Mason himself. Based on his previous experience with injuries, he was able to quickly "adapt" to a certain type of injury after being injured repeatedly or continuously, and the pain would be greatly reduced when he was injured in the same type of injury again.

But this time, the damage doesn't seem to trigger this mechanism.

When shot, having your arms or legs twisted, drowning, or being trampled to a pulp, the pain usually subsides after one or two regenerations. However, this time it seems that this won't work. Forcibly expanding the cell's storage capacity with light energy will bring a severe pain similar to a burn, and even after repeating the operation several times, there is no sign of getting used to it.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!

Could it be that it touched upon some underlying logic of its own abilities?

Although the pain can be erased immediately after firing through regeneration, the intense pain at that moment is quite troublesome. He can endure it, but the problem is that the conditioned reflex triggered by the pain seems to slightly deform his movements, which will affect the accuracy of the shot to some extent. If he doesn't find a way to solve this, it will be troublesome.

How did Cecil manage to do it again? Oh right, Hydra scientists made him a suit with a lot of components for aiming and fire control—tsk, even in the Marvel universe, it seems only a very few people can provide this kind of service, so it's really not very useful for reference.

There's no other way, I'll just have to make do with it for now.

As for the second piece of bad news—it's simpler to explain.

After having one of its tentacles severed in an instant, the tentacle shark let out a deafening roar. After a frantic struggle, it suddenly raised its head and looked at the disc floating in mid-air.

The mage's burst damage is too high, causing him to over-aggro!

"Oh dear, this seems a bit bad."

As Mason prepared for his next attack, he clicked his tongue and said, "Aren't we going to get shot down?"

"Hehe, who knows?"

As he spoke, Paracelsus made a hand gesture, and the rock platform hovering above the fixed point began to rise further. He maintained both controlling the rock platform's flight and charging Mason simultaneously, all the while muttering, "To prevent that from happening, let me act as a safety net—but this seems to make shooting much more difficult. Master, are you alright?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Mason's face out of the corner of his eye, observing the changes in his expression—thanks to the decision to reduce the efficiency of light energy transmission, otherwise, with a face as bright as an incandescent bulb (physically speaking), who would be able to tell what expression it had?

His muscles were trembling slightly, and he was sweating profusely, clearly enduring some kind of pain—was it the price of his abilities? It didn't look easy.

But he was smiling.

Although the curve of his lips was slightly distorted due to the involuntary trembling of his muscles, his excitement was still obvious. In Paracelsus's view, this excitement was not based on any complicated reasons, but rather quite simple.

The pure joy he felt from "gaining something" even outweighed the negative effects of the pain, allowing him to concentrate intensely on his work despite being drenched in sweat—it seems that, in a sense, this Master is a bit scary.

"Even if it's not possible, you should still say yes in this situation."

Mason didn't realize Paracelsus's subtle thoughts, but the latter guessed correctly. He was in excruciating pain from the loss of two fingers and a large amount of internal tissue, but the excitement of "being able to shoot lasers outwards with his own power" outweighed the pain—this was probably what they meant by "painful yet pleasurable."

That was awesome!

Which kid hasn't dreamed of possessing superhuman powers? After growing up and entering society, he had given up on this unrealistic fantasy, but then, unexpectedly, he gained it after a fantastical journey.

This is absolutely amazing, everyone!

Pain? If it's only this level, it's just a negligible price to pay!

With a further smirk, Mason extended the index and middle fingers of his left hand. A surge of light energy rushed outwards through his veins, shattering the two fingers in a flash and transforming into thin golden threads that shot towards the right pectoral fin of the tentacle shark.

He didn't intend to cut off the shark fin, which was bigger than a truck; he just wanted to render it unusable for a short time—cutting it in half would be enough, otherwise it would be embarrassing if it couldn't be cured after being caught.

Unfortunately, this time, due to the giant tentacle shark's high swimming speed, one of the two lasers missed its target, while the other only grazed the pectoral fin, leaving a deep mark before passing by the giant tentacle shark.

Oh, this is a bit troublesome. If the monster dives underwater because of the pain, it will be difficult to accurately attack its weak point.

In hindsight, Mason's fears proved unfounded, as the Tentacle Shark's subsequent actions proved exactly the opposite of his predictions.

It glared at the rocky surface with eyes full of murderous intent and resentment, then suddenly plunging downwards—not to escape, but to accelerate.

Disoriented by the huge wave, Okita Souji hadn't even figured out what was happening when her excellent intuition made her feel extremely threatened. Without thinking, she instinctively swerved to the side, a reaction that saved her life.

Just seconds later, the tentacle shark, having submerged and then suddenly turned and charged upwards, approached the surface. The speed of its acceleration was so intense that it would have made a biologist faint from incomprehension. In an instant, a large area of ​​the sea exploded, and more than a dozen ghost sharks were swept in, churned and disoriented by the violent current. If Ms. Okita had run a fraction of a second later, she might have been knocked unconscious by a wave. The tentacle shark, which had created such a huge impact, pushed its entire body out of the water and even leaped dozens of meters into the air, bringing the rocky surface directly into its attack range.

Just as the sun was setting, the monster, which was over twenty-four meters long, exposed its powerful, rock-solid body to the twilight. Its deep blue skin was instantly covered with a blood-red coat. This overwhelming majesty even stunned Mason for a moment. "Is this even possible?"

Despite the tentacles sweeping in from all directions and the enormous maw that was about to swallow them both, along with the rock, Mason remained calm.

Because he's not fighting alone!

"This is really—"

Paracelsus smiled slightly and stretched his hand down towards the rocky surface: "I was just worrying about my attack range, and you've actually delivered yourself to my doorstep?"

In the next instant, he raised his hand and flung out three sapphires containing the power of the Thor's Pearl from his sleeve. Unlike Mason and Okita Souji, who could only throw them like grenades, this mage had a lot more tricks up his sleeve.

The sapphire shattered instantly under Paracelsus's manipulation, but the lightning within did not immediately spread. Instead, it intertwined and crisscrossed like living things, quickly weaving into a net-like structure. Just as the tentacle shark's attack was about to reach the rocky surface, the net of lightning enveloped it.

Zla—

To be fair, Paracelsus's move wasn't really that powerful. Within the electric field's range, even an ordinary human would at most die instantly, but would still have a complete body, instead of collapsing and turning into ashes scattered everywhere.

However, sometimes, simply pursuing power is a waste. For example, when someone is standing on the edge of a cliff, all you need to do to kill him is give him a gentle push; there's no need to launch a missile. The same applies here.

As an intellectual whose knowledge is beyond measure, Paracelsus also has considerable achievements in biology, at least in terms of understanding the structure of most organisms. Therefore, under his control, the lightning net immediately began to transform as soon as it touched the tentacle shark, starting from the tip of its nose and converging around the Lorentz pot, a unique electrosensitive organ of the shark.

Then, a shark scream echoed from mid-air.mp3

For a tentacle shark with thick skin and flesh, this level of electric shock does not actually cause any real damage. But it's like when a person accidentally inhales a mouthful of chili oil into their trachea while eating noodles. They won't die, but they will be in excruciating pain for a while, and it's quite normal for them to lose the ability to move on the spot.

The tentacle shark found itself in this predicament.

However, Paracelsus's actions were not yet over. He pushed his hands forward, shining a hazy light onto the tentacle shark that was convulsing wildly from the electric shock.

The magical light did not cause any harm to the latter, but it quickly spread throughout its entire body.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacle shark, which had already exhausted its momentum and was about to begin its descent, came to a stop in mid-air!

It's not some grand magic trick; it's just a very simple and basic trick that even beginners can perform: making an object levitate in the air.

"This is really—"

Paracelsus's expression changed: "Such a large size is no joke; is it really this difficult just to keep it levitating?"

"How many seconds can it last?" Mason immediately understood what he meant and, without wasting any time, went straight to the point while charging up the new laser.

"Twenty seconds."

"Take me for a spin around it, and whether it works or not depends on this!"

Before Mason could finish speaking, he blew off his index finger and precisely shot the laser at the tentacle shark's ventral fin, severing it in more than half in an instant.

Similarly, before Mason could finish speaking, Paracelsus understood his meaning and immediately began a three-pronged approach: maintaining the magic that kept the tentacle shark levitating, manipulating the rock disk to take Mason to different shooting positions, and increasing the output of light energy.

In an instant, Mason's pain intensified.

But this wasn't the time to care about those things. He forced himself to ignore the pain and used both hands to prepare multiple laser shots at the same time. At this distance, accuracy didn't matter. Unless he was blind, it was impossible for him to miss.

Mason cut off the pectoral fins, pelvic fins, dorsal fins, and some important muscles, and finally all the tentacles. He saw that less than a minute ago, some fresh flesh had appeared on the cut surface of the tentacle he had cut off. This at least proved that the lower body of this thing had a fairly good regenerative ability, so it didn't matter if all the tentacles were cut off.

More than a dozen golden lights flashed and intertwined in mid-air. Mason paid the price of almost a liter of blood and the destruction of all ten fingers, but in just fourteen seconds, he inflicted massive damage on the tentacle shark that was not fatal but enough to completely shut it down.

As a price, he experienced sensory stimulation far more intense than any pain he had ever felt in his life, which was repeated more than a dozen times in such a short period of time. Although he was prepared, the actual experience still made him dizzy. The alternating pain and the exhilaration of regeneration made him feel as if he were floating.

Damn it, my brain is starting to go crazy.

Sensing that he might discover some terrible hobby if things continued this way, Mason mustered his last shred of reason. He first told Paracelsus, "Take me to get the Water God Orb," and then without hesitation, he took out a loaded pistol from the stack storage and fired two shots at his temple. In an instant, half of his skull was blown off, and his brains flew everywhere, leaving even the well-informed great alchemist Paracelsus stunned.

"What are you doing—"

As he maneuvered the rock platform toward the nose of the tentacle shark, which no longer had tentacles, he asked a question hesitantly.

Mason was momentarily stunned by the explosion of his brain, but thanks to the unlimited supply of light energy, his shattered head regenerated rapidly. Instead of replying immediately, he took advantage of the moment to walk to the edge of the rock. When the rock came close to the tentacle shark's nose, he reached out, grabbed the Water God Pearl embedded in the shark's skin, and pulled it out!

Almost simultaneously, Paracelsus's levitation magic on the tentacle shark reached its limit, and Mason's brain had been repaired. The resulting scene was that after losing the Water God Orb, the tentacle shark immediately plummeted to the surface of the sea, inexplicably triggering a very cool GIF.

Then, Mason smacked his head hard.

Great, he successfully exploited the bug. He used the terrifying experience of sensory disruption during brain repair to counteract the horrible urge that might have led him towards masochism. Now he felt incredibly refreshed, almost to the point of high—

This doesn't seem quite normal.

"It's nothing, just clearing out the status bar."

With a strange sense of pleasure, Mason casually answered Paracelsus's question, then glanced down at the Water God Orb he had just acquired.

It was about the same size as Thor's Pearl, blue, and had the character "water" written on it, but the light it emitted was much dimmer—this must be a side effect of having its power drained by the tentacle shark.

Hey, aren't you broken beads supposed to have limits? Can't you try harder not to get sucked in? Or is it that Master Shark's forceful advances are too overwhelming and you can't control yourself?

Mason shrugged and reached for the Poké Ball in his ring—the Pokémon was now defeated, it was time to throw the ball to catch it.

Indeed, the saying "fortune favors the bold" is a universal truth. If I had chickened out earlier and planned to save up my firepower before fighting this shark, I probably would have been much later in obtaining the Water God Pearl. But now it was all done in less than half an hour, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. After that, I can find a place to slurp up a bowl of ramen and then leisurely think about the next step: dealing with the Kudeta. It feels just like finishing my homework on the first day of summer vacation back in high school.

Feeling pleasant, Mason glanced at the sea.

The tentacle shark created another huge wave as it plunged into the sea. It howled loudly, but only sank slowly. The blood gushing from its wounds stained a large area of ​​the seawater red—good, it seems the injury was effective, and it really can't move freely anymore.

Seeing that the guy had only managed to roll over despite all his efforts, Mason breathed a sigh of relief and told Paracelsus to descend so he could throw the ball.

But at that very moment, something terrible happened.

With many key muscles severed, the tentacle shark struggled to change its position in the sea. It raised its head and looked at the two people on the rock with eyes full of mad hatred. If it could speak, it would probably say something like "I will never let you go" to bolster its resolve.

But it couldn't speak, so it did something else.

In Mason's view, the shark's back, especially its dorsal fin, slowly glowed with a blue light.

It looks vaguely familiar...?

The next moment, it opened its blood-red maw, and a dazzling blue light gathered deep in its throat, as if something was gathering strength.

Mason frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

But it was too late.

With a loud boom, a large amount of blue-glowing seawater shot out from the giant tentacle shark's mouth in a breath-like motion, striking the bottom of the rocky platform with perfect precision as the shark was preparing to evade.

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