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

"What an ugly struggle."

Mason raised his right hand and activated Baksim's true specialty.

The spine of the mimic body emitted a hazy golden-red light, and in an instant, the temperature in the room rose dramatically. Then, a tiny, leaping flame appeared in Mason's palm—

The concrete and steel bars that make up the apartment sublimated on the spot, and then the entire basement began to melt, probably turning into a small lava lake within ten seconds.

This is a flame emitted by the Super Beast, with a temperature reaching 100,000 degrees Celsius.

Although in the TV series, Ultraman only needs to wave his hand or open a shield to block it, the Giant of Light and the human world cannot be generalized. If Mason had used "Ejection" instead of "Shaping", the disaster would have been far greater than the two missiles and fireballs just now.

Mason smiled, then put away the flames and turned his head to avoid a ball of lava falling from above.

"this……?"

The beast was speechless for a moment.

Demons are intelligent creatures. Besides magic and metaphysics, they also have some knowledge of physics. The number 100,000 degrees Celsius even exceeds the temperature of most planetary surfaces. For example, to achieve this effect, it would have to use its true form in hell to perform a secret technique and spend half a day reading the spell before it could be completed by luck. But this guy... did it so easily.

While there are indeed many powerful beings on Earth, such as the Sorcerer Supreme, Shenron, Merlin, and the Spirit of Vengeance, Hell is no pushover either. Those powerful figures that are not to be trifled with have long been on the list of those who dare not mess with them. Even some powerful mutants, and even new-era powerhouses like Hulk and Doctor Doom, have become famous without their knowledge—after all, demons are creatures who value their lives and generally wouldn't be so foolish as to offer themselves up for death.

So... that doesn't make sense! Where did this guy even come from?

The absence of any cosmic energy meant it wasn't under the control of the gods; the lack of any trace of spellcasting meant it wasn't a mage... Although many people on Earth have gained extraordinary power through chance encounters, in the beast's understanding, becoming stronger should always be based on logic, right? You can't say that drinking a potion of unknown origin will grant you the power of a million stars; that's neither scientific nor magical.

"Who are you?!"

It roared in a voice laced with terror and anger, "What have I done to offend you? Why are you specifically targeting me?"

"against?"

Mason slowly walked forward, tilted his head, and said, "This should be my problem, right? Although I've already said it, it won't hurt to repeat it again—what did I do to offend your Hand? I'm being attacked by ninjas even when I'm just going to the hospital."

"...?"

The beast froze for a moment, then quickly searched through Bullseye Lady's memories—in an instant, a sense of near-collapse and despair spread through its heart.

"...Coincidence?" it muttered to itself. "Impossible...How could this be?"

Whether it was a carefully planned ambush by an enemy, or simply bad luck that led to this, it's hard to say which is more painful, but for the beast, the answer is undoubtedly the latter.

It immediately thought of the possibility that the words were deliberately said to annoy it, but what could it do in that case?

That's even more infuriating, isn't it?

"Yes, that's entirely possible."

Mason smiled slightly: "Those ninjas, and you, both ignored my warnings the moment they met and tried to kill me... Hmm, do I need to say more?"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The beast struggled to its feet, shouting curses, "You think you can defeat me so easily? Are you underestimating the might of 'Beast'?"

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Oh, it really is this one. Ms. Bullseye is quite capable.

However, this clarifies many things. Mason vaguely remembers that during the "Shadowlands" event, Daredevil, possessed by Beast, shattered Iron Fist, Shang-Chi, Wolverine, Wonder Man, Punisher, and a whole host of other superheroes in one fell swoop, and then easily defeated Ghost Rider as well. Although Marvel's rule is that whoever is on their home turf is the most powerful, and when things are going well, even random fodder can knock Galactus down with a single punch, it also shows that Beast is a villain with considerable strength.

Rounding down, does that mean that if I can completely buy this super beast, I will have the power to cause a major event?

No, I have to hold it in, and I can't laugh.

"A reputation, huh...?"

Mason glanced at it with pity: "I've heard of you, but there are enough people more famous than you in the Hell Dimension to fill an entire dictionary—who are you, anyway? Mephisto or Zanostan? Or Satan? Asmodeus? Baphomet?"

This wasn't just something he said to show off. After all, there are some things you can't find on Google or Wikipedia, like which giants exist in different dimensions—and the names of the dishes he just mentioned are all lords of hell. If the beast reacted to them, it means these guys also exist in this universe.

As Mason predicted, the beast's eyes widened immediately—the expression conveying the unmistakable message, "How dare you say something like that?"

They actually exist... That's hilarious.

He wasn't too afraid of these dimensional demons, after all, it wasn't so easy for outsiders to interfere in Earth's affairs—you know, when he was playing on his phone yesterday, he used an electronic map to check the existence of the New York Sanctum, and he even saw a picture of it, exactly the same as in the movie.

Rounding down, it means that if things collapse tomorrow, Kamar-Taj will hold them up. If a powerful dimensional daemons want to enter, they'll have to ask the Sorcerer Supreme's opinion first.

I can't just casually mention it here and tomorrow a division of demons will spawn in an alley and strangle me, can I? If he's afraid of that, he'd rather be afraid of turning left at the door and running into a squad of TVA soldiers stabbing him with sticks until the end of time.

Mason took a look at the remaining time he had to manipulate Baksim and then made a decision.

"If neither of those are the case, why should I give a defeated opponent any special consideration?"

He clenched his fist slowly and sneered, "In short—you're going to die."

Then, accelerate and throw a punch!

"You..."

The beast couldn't even utter a complete sentence before it saw a slender, white fist smash down on its head. The shockwave from the supersonic speed blasted away all the still-wet magma. Desperately, it raised its hand to block, then heard the sound of its own flesh twisting and breaking. Both its arms were shattered with a single punch, then a second, a third—

The underground soil and rocks were easily blasted open like butter, and the aftershocks reached the surface, completely collapsing the Fitz Apartments, which at least still maintained some basic shape. There was no need to feel sorry for the homeowners' losses, because the United States in this world had a policy that Mason considered both outrageous and awesome: if the culprit could not be traced, the government would fully compensate the public for losses that were clearly caused by superhuman battles.

In other words, it should be the New York City government that is having a headache over the situation here.

After easily crushing the beast's resistance, Mason, who had already sunk dozens of meters underground, reached out and grabbed its neck, then covered its mouth with his other hand—

Flames at 100,000 degrees Celsius are released at zero distance.

In less than a second, the beast's tough body was easily burned through, its muscles, skin, and internal organs turning to ashes. Only the skeleton remained, retaining a charred basic shape, but it crumbled with a gentle pinch.

However, at that moment, something slightly unexpected happened—

"Remember this!!!!"

A gust of hot wind suddenly rose from the underground space, carrying embers and sparks that formed a twisted head shape in mid-air, shouting hoarsely, "I will come back..."

Thinking it was some kind of attack, Mason raised his hand and fired a destructive ray, which hit the illusory head and instantly blasted it to pieces.

Mason: "?"