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

Chapter 110 I caught a Pokémon!

Come to think of it, this is a bay near Japan after all. The monsters that live in such places must pay some respect to their predecessors, so it's normal for them to unleash a water-attribute atomic breath.

perhaps.

Completely caught off guard, Mason was stunned, but he reacted at the last second, instinctively trying to jump into the sea with Paracelsus. Unfortunately, he was a step too slow, and before he could even move his legs, the rock was shattered on the spot. A luminous stream of water with kinetic energy greater than any water blade in the world was about to grind him into something even more shredded than minced meat.

Oh dear, this is really bad; it all went wrong at the last minute.

Are they really going to open the door and run away at a time like this? That's incredibly lame.

But in the next instant, something magical happened.

Just as the glowing, high-pressure water jet was about to hit the two of them, an invisible resistance forcefully split them in two. Although the rock was instantly shattered, neither of them suffered a single injury.

Mason: "?"

He blinked, then quickly realized what was happening.

Looking down, he saw that the Water God Pearl he had just put in his pocket was glowing, and an invisible force spread out from it, enveloping him and Paracelsus.

Mason suddenly realized that when one possesses a divine orb with the corresponding attribute, the holder will receive a massive reduction in damage of that attribute. He had completely forgotten about such an important thing.

I'm so sorry, I really apologize for calling the Divine Pearl a piece of junk earlier. When I get back, I'll put it on the altar and burn incense for you for a month.

The water-attribute atomic breath lasted for about two seconds, and then—perhaps because it was out of food, the tentacle giant shark could only stand there with its mouth open, while Mason and the other person directly above it plummeted straight down.

It seemed to think it was invincible again and was about to devour the two of them, so it opened its mouth even wider—

With the strong winds blowing high in the sky, Mason straightened his body and prepared to throw the ball during the few seconds of his fall. Unfortunately, the wind would blow into his mouth if he opened it, so he couldn't say his lines. Otherwise, he could have said a few words.

In short—you better score a goal for me!

After silently reciting a phrase in his mind, Mason suddenly threw the Poké Ball at the crippled tentacle shark.

Can it work?

After throwing the ball, Mason was already full of anticipation.

Just as he expected, the Poké Ball suddenly trembled after he released it, and hovered just before hitting the tip of the giant shark's nose. Then, its upper and lower halves suddenly separated, revealing a radiant interior.

A mysterious suction force enveloped the massive body of the giant tentacle shark, turning it into a beam of colorful light and instantly sucking it into the Poké Ball. Not only that, the ghost sharks that were still entangled with Okita Souji seemed to become leaves in a whirlpool. As their leader was captured, they were all sucked into the Poké Ball in a manner similar to flushing a toilet.

Holy crap, they really mixed everything up! Regular Poké Balls have this function? Or is Ghost Shark just a part of the Tentacle Shark?

The thought flashed through Mason's mind, and then he fell straight into the sea.

Because he was face down, he suffered a lethal amount of fall damage, but it was quickly healed by light energy. Paracelsus used levitation magic again, floating a few dozen centimeters above the sea surface. Okita Souji, who had been chased half a kilometer away, quickly arrived, and the sea that had just been churning gradually calmed down.

At this point, the battle should be considered over.

After regenerating in the sea, Mason swam upwards, but as soon as he poked his head out, he heard a splash, and then everything went black. He had been hit on the head by a Poké Ball that had fallen a little too late.

Why is there a finishing blow included?

He sighed, and while repairing his scalp, he picked up the Poké Ball. Compared to before, this thing was much heavier, weighing several pounds despite its small size.

It seems he can't treat it like a handheld item to play with all the time, unless he wants to practice his skills.

Could it be because the captured Pokémon is too big? — Speaking of which, the Poké Ball can actually hold completely unrelated creatures! Even Mason himself was just throwing the ball as a joke. Is the technology in the Pokémon world really that amazing?

It seems that's indeed the case.

In conclusion, the battle was a great success.

He exhaled and swam toward Paracelsus—where the latter was unfolding a massive transmutation array at sea, enveloping all the tentacles that Mason had severed in one fell swoop.

The current surged, but it didn't harm people. However, the sinking tentacles weren't so lucky. With the operation of alchemy, they melted away as quickly as snowflakes in hot water.

The biological tissue, which may have weighed over a thousand tons, was rapidly dissolving under the influence of magic. The blue-brown mixed markings gradually became more vibrant, and soon turned completely crimson. In this way, after about half a minute, all the melted tissue floated to Paracelsus's front under some kind of attraction, and gathered into a bright and dazzling crimson viscous liquid about the size of two fists.

Mason knew what this was. A few days ago, when he was helping Paracelsus build his workshop, he saw him perform similar operations using pig and cow carcasses. According to him, this was to extract the essence of life. As long as the extract was reacted with some specially processed metals, the so-called Philosopher's Stone could be extracted.

In the realm of alchemy, this red liquid is also known as the "elixir of immortality," which, if taken continuously, can prolong life with almost no side effects. In other words, in a sense, this is also a form of cannibalism.

"It's over—" Okita Souji, who had finally rushed back, wiped the sweat from his brow and exclaimed, "This absurd plan actually succeeded! Master, who are you to ask for such a miraculous feat?"

Hello, this is what noble mutants are like.

Mason didn't say this aloud, but instead remarked on Paracelsus's actions: "Looks like you've gained quite a bit?"

"Hehe, this monster has a lot of life energy, and its efficiency in extracting the [original fluid] is surprisingly good."

As Paracelsus spoke, he tore off a piece of his sleeve, altered its physical properties using alchemy, and created a semi-transparent, soft bag. He then casually filled it with the floating Philosopher's Stone essence, his manner as nonchalant as his tone: "Go back to the workshop later. With this, and the Divine Orb as an energy source, I can create artificial elemental spirits or alchemical dolls. Although I can't assemble an army, it should be enough for defense."

He muttered to himself and quickly devised many ways to convert the resources at hand into power, which made Okita Souji feel a chill down his spine.

Everyone saw it, right? That's why it's said that once a mage starts rolling a snowball, it becomes terrifying.

Then, she turned her gaze to Mason—Master, can we talk about something normal?

But this hope was immediately dashed.

"Speaking of which—" Mason tossed the Poké Ball in his hand and said to Paracelsus, "Do you have any insights into bio-engineering?"

"To say there isn't would be a lie." Paracelsus smiled. "After all, I am a doctor, and on my path to learning medicine, I've experienced some special events, Master. You don't mean to—"

"Although I've tamed it, I don't think it will obey my commands."

Mason answered frankly, "Besides, the 'tentacle shark' design is a bit too weak; it'll be hard to present it without a major overhaul."

"If that's the case, I might be able to offer some solutions."

Paracelsus said slowly, "But even for me, this is the first time I've used my biological knowledge on something like a magical beast, so it's best not to have too high expectations of me."

This sounded like the kind of "knowing a little bit" that a big shot would say, so Mason's confidence immediately soared.

Just as he was about to continue the discussion, Okita Souji suddenly coughed and said in a strange tone, "Um—Ms. Okita, I have something to say."

Mason: "?"

"It's that—" She seemed a little embarrassed to say it, but after a brief silence, she finally spoke up: "The Philosopher's Stone that Lord Hohenheim gave me has been completely used up, so—that is to say—"

Mason's expression hardened; he had already guessed what she was going to say next.

Sure enough, the next second, Okita Souji showed a somewhat helpless smile, much like Talking Tom realizing he was about to be blown away by the Bulls.

Immediately afterwards, as if by prior arrangement, her seven orifices transformed into fountains of blood.

With a soft "plop," it added another touch of crimson to the sunset scene.

"Ms. Okita!!!"

Despite her agonizing screams, Ms. Okita did not die on the spot.

After all, she wasn't a living person. Following Paracelsus's suggestion, Mason immediately took her, who was bleeding profusely and lying on the ground, into his Spirit Origin Graph, which served as a way to gently nurture and restore her health.

Looking back now, asking a swordsman to fight a group of monsters on the sea does seem a bit too much to ask.

However, Ms. Okita executed the mission very well, easily luring out the tentacle shark and preventing the ghost shark from interfering with Mason's output. The price was that her tuberculosis flared up, damaging her spirit origin, and she was unable to continue working for a while.

Mason and Paracelsus exchanged a silent glance, then packed their things and returned to land, retracing their route. They were in for a big event for the Japanese people of this world; they were going to be very busy.

For Mason and his friends, winning a game was certainly something to be excited about (Ms. Okita might disagree), but for Conan and his friends who received the bombshell call, things were quite different.

In fact, ever since Mason sneaked into Professor Agasa's house that night, the awkward atmosphere in Conan's camp has never dissipated.

After all, while Beika Town is indeed a place where demons run rampant, the word "demon" here is just an adjective. Even though there are criminals with extraordinary intelligence everywhere, bombs and poisons are cheaper than cabbages, and every now and then there are anti-Newton incidents that can infuriate all kinds of scientists, all of these things are still covered with a "seemingly reasonable" cloak, which limits the plot to the realm of action movies and does not move towards further fantasy or superhero movies.

But Mason's arrival disrupted this balance.

Because he really does have superpowers.

Some might say, "Does this mean the Detective Conan universe is just a bunch of easy characters?" That's where the atmosphere comes in. For Conan Edogawa, the FBI, and even the people from the Black Organization in the past, they might know Makoto Kyogoku, a superhuman who could hold his own even in supernatural fighting stories. But his peculiarities can be explained by reasons like "human body, isn't that amazing?" They wouldn't actually be like Mason, who could be shot several times and then casually remove the bullets as if nothing had happened.

To put it bluntly, Mason is undermining the world of Detective Conan.

It's human nature to be wary of things beyond our understanding, especially since Mason didn't seem like a good person from the beginning. Although he didn't seem that bad either, this ambiguous stance of being both good and evil is more difficult to understand. Conan and the others were already confused about his stance, and then he suddenly made such a shocking statement. How could they not feel a stomachache?

Especially after Kudo Yusaku contacted Kuroba Toichi and consulted him about "magic".

That happened the day before yesterday. Kudo Yusaku spent some time contacting Kuroba Toichi, who was vacationing at a manor in Europe. After explaining Mason's situation to his brother, the latter was completely dumbfounded. His first response could basically be translated as, "Brother, are you making fun of me?"

Kuroba Toichi had his reasons. He had been in the magic world for many years and had met many magicians, but he had never heard of magic that seemed to grant immortality, as described by Kudo Yusaku.

This is understandable, since magic in the Detective Conan universe is generally in a rather traditional state. There is divination, demon summoning, and potion making, but the level of magic is relatively weak. It's easy to imagine that if magicians' power could surpass that of secular society, the world would hardly be what it is today.

If we were to find a benchmark for the level of magic in the Detective Conan universe, perhaps we could use Harry Potter next door as a reference point.

If you weaken Hogwarts' level by ten times, it would be roughly equivalent to the Detective Conan universe.

Of course, this does not include creatures like demons that do not normally live in the real world, nor does it include powerful items like divine orbs.