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

Of course, this doesn't mean that the power of this super beast will allow him to roam freely in the Marvel Universe. In fact, when he first summoned her, Mason was very worried that he would provoke some big shots from the magical side, such as the Ancient One or Dr. Kidney Deficiency. They obviously possess the power to kill Bakshim on the spot. If they also take advantage of him as a guide for the dimensional demons and shoot him down, he would be in deep trouble.

So he's actually walking on thin ice right now—based on current estimates, the Super Beast's power is enough to run rampant in the low to mid-level battles of the Marvel Universe, but it's clearly not enough in the truly high-level battles. So it's obviously not advisable for him to get cocky just because he crushed a mere Hand.

But I always feel... that we can't go back.

It's like using a cheat engine to beat the game and then going back to honestly fight the boss. It feels strangely awkward in every sense. Bakshim's Pwa is so powerful that Mason even had the illusion that he himself had become powerful.

But he himself might not even be able to deal with a single ninja. The Super Beast experience card will expire in just over twenty minutes. That's the sad truth.

With that thought in mind, Mason lost all interest in wasting time with the small fry in front of him.

"...Please forgive our offense."

The leader ninja finished speaking in a trembling voice, then raised his head fearfully, looking at Bakshim in front of him.

Mason did not answer.

This wasn't because he had some twisted sense of humor about waiting for the other party to beg for mercy before taking action; he was simply exploring one of Baksim's abilities.

Just after the leader ninja finished speaking, he also figured out how to use this ability.

So, he manipulated Bakshim to raise his hand, and in an instant, the invisible infrared rays of the Six Paths were precisely focused on the remaining ninjas.

This is a "guidance function".

The next moment, part of the mimic skin on Baksim's palm split open, revealing the missile launch port underneath.

"?!"

A palpable sense of impending death immediately loomed over all the ninjas.

Driven by instinct, they immediately tried to turn back and run away, but how could human legs outrun a propellant-fueled engine?

A missile, about the size of a wasp, shot out from the launch port, trailing a fiery tail. In an instant, it caught up with the ninjas who had just started their attack. The missile's nose pierced their flesh and blood before exploding.

Although he didn't know why they didn't use magic, whether it was because they didn't have time or for some other reason, since the kill could be completed so easily, it saved him a lot of trouble.

A fireball the size of a human head exploded in the hospital corridor, and the ninjas immediately scattered (physical). The huge commotion caused people in the wards to scream in surprise, but the excellent instincts of the New Yorkers made them realize that a terrible battle was probably taking place outside, so no one dared to peek out.

This is a good thing for Mason, saving him the trouble of finding ways to appease others.

The ninjas on the second floor are all dead, but the matter is not over yet.

As a biological combat weapon, the Super Beast has almost no weaknesses in its various functions, among which its perception ability is naturally of paramount importance. Specifically, even just standing here, Mason can use Baksim's hearing to detect almost all the movements in the entire hospital building. Its echolocation ability, similar to that of a bat, easily locked onto dozens of ninjas upstairs, leaving them with no way to hide.

However, there was a price to pay: Mason's mind nearly boiled over in the face of such a massive influx of information. Although it wasn't fatal, he strongly suspected that his miraculous self-healing ability was at work; otherwise, he would never have been able to withstand such an impact.

Since that's the case, the only way forward is to get things done as quickly as possible.

Mason manipulated Baksim to walk leisurely toward the stairwell with his hands behind his back.

But before they could even take a few steps, the mangled remains in the corridor began to undergo some strange change.

Some of the severed limbs and flesh began to wriggle and converge toward what appeared to be a torso. During this process, the body tissues that originally belonged to humans underwent bizarre changes: the bones grew heavier and thicker, the muscles darkened in color, and the blood heated up, turning into something like magma.

—Tell me, the resurrection armor is so common in this area that it's like there's a wholesale market for it.

Although they were piled together and it was difficult to tell who was who, thanks to the Super Beast's excellent information-gathering ability, Mason was still able to identify that these remains belonged to the ninja who seemed to be the leader.

He immediately had the urge to finish him off, but then he changed his mind and stopped.

As the pieces of corpse on the ground automatically assembled into a fat, upright toad-like monster... or rather, a demon, Mason smiled at it amicably, then reached out and effortlessly grabbed one of its arms, whistling as he walked forward.

Upon realizing what had happened, the demon immediately let out a sharp scream.

"My lord, please forgive my offense! I will do anything—"

The pleas for mercy sounded as pitiful as a puppy that had been kicked, but Mason ignored them and dragged it toward the stairwell.

The demon's skin had a strength close to that of Kevlar, but it was still as brittle as a biscuit against the power of the super beast. Mason even had to deliberately restrain his strength to avoid crushing the arm into a bloody mess. The end result was that, despite the huge difference in size between the two, the big guy was easily pulled forward by the slender woman. The three limbs that could move freely left desperate marks on the ground, but they could not stop Mason's progress at all.

That's right, scream even more pitifully, that's the effect I want.

The shrill voice silenced the patients and doctors in the room, while simultaneously attracting the attention of another group of people—

As expected, before Mason could take more than a few steps, another group of ninjas rushed out of the stairwell.

The horrific scene in the corridor clearly terrified them. Although they had already formed a battle formation, Mason only took a few steps forward, and the ninjas couldn't help but retreat, causing their formation to collapse.

Like ears of wheat blown down by the wind.

I'll only say it once.

Mason glanced coldly at the dozens of sweating ninjas and said casually, "Call your leader over. I need someone to explain to me why I have to deal with this kind of trouble just to come to the doctor—if you want to fight, fine. These pieces of flesh on the ground are your example."

Upon hearing this, the Hand ninjas were momentarily stunned.

They were ordered by their leader to check the situation after hearing the commotion on the second floor. They had assumed that the commotion was caused by troops sent by the US government or some superhero in New York City. However, when they came up, they saw a scene that would be considered too extreme even in an R-rated movie.

The Hand may be ruthless, but they're not brainless. They understand the general practices of superheroes and government forces. In a city as large as New York, someone who would pull off something like this is either an anti-hero like the Punisher or a ruthless supervillain. But as an assassin organization, they are naturally very familiar with the industry, which is why they are puzzled.

Seriously, who are you? I've never heard of someone this powerful before.

As the Hand ninjas' CPUs were running at full speed, the demon being dragged along like a dog by Mason let out another pitiful cry: "Get the leader out of here! Don't fight this thing, she's a real monster..."

"Who asked you?"

Mason rolled his eyes. Considering that he had already achieved his goal of attracting attention with the screams, he casually tossed the guy aside. The huge body traced an almost straight path in the corridor before crashing heavily against the wall at the end of the corridor and remaining motionless.

Mason turned around, looked at the other trembling ninjas, sighed, and said, "Didn't I tell you? If you don't want to repeat yourself, and you don't want to die, bring your leader here, or tell me where he is, understand?"