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

The elite ninja of the Hand Society, Daisuke Murakami, advanced.

Before being captured by the damned US government, former leader Madam Gao made tremendous progress in her research on magic. So much so that he, a henchman who previously could only gain power through arduous cultivation, could now share in the power of the Demon Lord "Beast." He now possesses immortality, a demonic body, and the secret ability to breathe fire, making him more than ten times stronger than before.

But it shouldn't have stopped there.

Several years ago, a blind lawyer named Matt Murdoch discovered the plans being carried out by the former leader of the Hand, Madame Goose—a hateful and powerful opponent who, with only a mortal body and impaired senses, had defeated many of the Hand's ninjas and eventually, with the help of the New York police, cornered Madame Goose in a warehouse. If he hadn't interfered, Madame Goose should have summoned the Demon Lord at that time and granted the Hand supreme power, thus embarking on the path of conquering the world.

It's okay, it's just that the plan has been delayed for a while.

After years of lying low, the remnants of the Hand have found this opportunity today—that damned Matt Murdoch is in conflict with Kingpin, the new manager of Hell's Kitchen, and Hyde Medical Center happens to be treating a bigwig in the US government. If they can force the US government to release Mrs. Gosling, they can once again prepare for their plan to summon the Demon Lord and obtain power a hundred times, or even a thousand times, greater than they currently have!

By then, conquering the world might not be impossible!

The Hand has such enormous ambition and confidence—that once they welcome the Lord, everything will be alright!

With this thought swirling in his mind, Daisuke Murakami revealed a sinister grin.

If there's any drawback to the demonic body, it's that once it's used, it's difficult to control one's bloodlust.

To him now, the two young people in the ward who were immobilized by magic were like a delicious feast in front of a starving man. Although he could suppress his appetite through years of cultivation, there was no need to do so.

—They're just commoners, killing a few doesn't matter. The US government only cares about the big shot on the top floor. Ordinary people dying won't affect the deal. The Hand is only holding the hospital hostage to force the government to back down through public opinion when necessary.

The delicious taste of blood and flesh has been something I haven't been able to enjoy in my homeland for a long time.

Almost blinded by hunger and murderous intent, Murakami Daisuke stuck out his foul-smelling tongue, which was more than half a meter long, and made a hissing sound like a venomous snake.

But suddenly, clear and heavy footsteps came from the direction of the corridor behind them.

He turned around in a moment of astonishment.

Impossible—the corridors should have been cleared of people by now. The Hand has deployed a full forty elite ninjas and hundreds of members to completely control this hospital. Once the operation begins, there shouldn't be any more changes, including forcing all the patients and doctors into their rooms for unified supervision.

Moreover... the footsteps were far too heavy; they didn't sound like they could be made by a human.

The demonic body gave Murakami Daisuke exceptional intuition, so in an instant, his heart was inexplicably filled with a strange unease, as if some terrifying, completely unexpected monster had intruded into this meticulously planned scheme.

The extreme unease surging within him was unbearable, even overpowering his almost bursting appetite and murderous intent. However, the extreme confidence of his opponents made him subconsciously ignore the cries of his intuition, turning them into anger instead.

Daisuke Murakami clicked his tongue in extreme annoyance, then turned and walked towards the corridor.

I want to see what's going on outside!

After taking two or three steps, Murakami Daisuke poked his head out of the ward door, and in the next instant, his annoyance almost seamlessly turned into confusion.

There was indeed someone walking in the corridor, but it wasn't the monster my intuition suggested; it was a... slender woman.

Tall and slender, with a look that resembles a combination of Nagasawa Miyabi and Shinichi Yui, she wore a beige casual trench coat and looked like a beautiful woman who should be on the runway.

Instinct was still warning Murakami Daisuke, and it was even becoming more and more scathing, but he really couldn't see what threat this ordinary, at most somewhat pretty woman posed, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

What... is going on?

..............................

One-Horned Super Beast Baksim, a super beast, is 65 meters tall and weighs 78,000 tons. It possesses a powerful physique and the ability to launch missiles and fireballs. Although it is not considered a particularly powerful monster, it has the outstanding combat power to fight Ultraman to a draw in a short period of time, and even suppress him.

Normally, this type of creature would be just another face in the crowd in the Ultraman series, but Baksim's other ability gave it a strong presence. Even after it disappeared in the Ultraman Ace TV series, it reappeared several times in subsequent works and enjoyed considerable popularity.

The reason is that it is a rare super beast that can disguise itself as a human.

In the TV series, Yapool manipulates Baksim to disguise himself as a little boy to hide his identity. What he does is not important here. The key point is that it can transform its huge body, which is over 60 meters tall and weighs over 70,000 tons, into the form of an ordinary human, which can be said to perfectly meet Mason's needs.

Although he didn't quite understand the technical principles of brainwave connection, Mason's first feeling after successfully manipulating Baksim's body was... power.

The power was so immense that he could never have imagined it before!

If it weren't mimicry but the real body, Baksim could unleash terrifying power measured in hundreds of thousands of tons simply by moving his body. This would be enough to destroy a city like knocking down a block of bricks. The flames he spews out can sublimate any material on Earth in an instant. Conventional tactical nuclear bombs would be no different from tickling this body. Its vitality is so strong that even if it is cut into several pieces, it can still piece itself back together and heal itself.

Super Beast, so strong and powerful, so incredibly strong!!!

Even in this weak, woman-like form, she can unleash about one-tenth of her true strength.

But why is the disguise like this...? Is this also part of the custom design? The Yapool's business scope seems a bit too broad, doesn't it?

But I like it.

Mason placed Baksim in the corridor on the second floor of the hospital to distance himself from it; otherwise, it would have been too suspicious for it to spawn right next to him. As for safety, there was no need to worry. Baksim had the ability to launch guided missiles and could adjust their size at will. It could go from blasting Ultraman to being unable to get up for half a day to attacking ordinary humans while leaving them with intact corpses. If that demon ninja intended to continue attacking Mason, he would instantly experience the purity of Yapool technology.

Sure enough, before he had taken two steps, seven or eight ninjas dressed similarly rushed out of the wards on both sides of the corridor, and even the one in Mason's room who had transformed into a demon jumped out.

It seems the time has come to test acting skills and improvisation abilities.

Facing the wary and suspicious gazes of a group of ninjas, Mason, who was controlling Bakshim, coldly asked, "What's going on? Where's the doctor? Ninjas don't seem like creatures that should be in a hospital."

"Who are you?!"

A ninja who appeared to be the leader frowned deeply and asked—his English accent sounded much smoother.

"Those who come to the hospital are, of course, patients."

Mason said coldly, "Hmph... I wonder what kind of bad things you're up to? A hospital is a place to save lives, not a place for people like you to run wild—I'll only say this once, get out if you don't want to die."

—Of course, in life, strength and attitude matter. Bakshim is a big guy who can arm wrestle with Ultraman. Wouldn't it be easy for him to beat up this group of American ninjas who don't even know how to use Rasengan? Even if this group really releases that demon "beast", Mason wouldn't be afraid at all within half an hour.

If that's the case, why bother being humble and subservient?

"How dare they be so arrogant—"

Enraged by Mason, a tall ninja raised his hand and threw a row of darts at Baksim's eyes, throat, and heart.