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

Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury sat in his office chair with an unpredictable expression, holding an old-fashioned machine that resembled a pager in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"Chief."

Behind him, his adjutant, Agent Maria Hill, asked hesitantly, "How exactly should this situation be recorded...?"

"How else can we record it? Of course, we write it down exactly as it is, word for word!"

Nick clicked his tongue: "And tell those congressmen that aliens might attack tomorrow."

"But this is just too absurd..."

"Absurd? Are aliens some kind of news?" Nick scoffed. "Do as I say, and I'd like to see how those useless people in the White House react."

"Ha, it's hard to say about other things, but the military probably has another reason to ask for funding."

On the other side of the communications room, Agent Phil Coulson chuckled wryly, "Thank goodness this isn't a conversation in a public place, otherwise who knows how much trouble it would have caused—I can already imagine what kind of signs those conspiracy theorists would be holding up in the streets."

"Trouble can also be an opportunity, can't it?"

Nick suddenly chuckled: "The fact that 'aliens' have openly appeared in New York, whether it's true or not, is enough to support 'a theory'."

"Ah...that matter?" Agent Hill sighed. "Director, you're not serious, are you?"

"I've never been one to joke around."

Nick discreetly slipped the pager into his pocket, then stood up and asked Coulson, "How many people on that list have been found yet?"

"Apart from those who appear in public every day..."

When this topic came up, Coulson's expression became somewhat worried: "The Arctic expedition team is still working hard, Dr. Banner is probably hiding in some small city in Southeast Asia, Mr. Jim Hammond is working as a cashier at a gas station in Florida, and as for Dr. Pym... who knows which nest of ants he's playing with somewhere? And those mutants... frankly, it might be faster to just go to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and borrow some X-Men than to recruit them."

"Let's hurry..."

Nick stared at the replay on the screen and said in a low voice, "Whether this guy is real or not is still up for debate, but we may really not have much time left."

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"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Mason was banging his head against the wall.

The discomfort caused by brain overload did not subside after a while like breathing and blood replenishment; instead, it intensified, surpassing trigeminal neuralgia within minutes and reaching an unimaginable level.

"Guest, you don't seem to be feeling well."

In her mind, a somewhat nervous voice came from Kuroshi Kasumi: "Dying on the spot does allow you to skip out on the bill, but from my personal perspective, I still wouldn't recommend it."

"No, no, no, I haven't lived enough yet!" Mason exclaimed, clutching his head. "Your Yapool product manuals don't say that personally controlling a Super Beast will cause brain damage!"

"If the information processing capabilities are mismatched, then brainwave-based manipulation will naturally result in this outcome! Isn't this common sense? There's no need to specifically write it in the instruction manual!"

Kuroshi Kasumi became even more anxious: "Hold on, guest! You can't collapse here!"

"I'm trying my best!"

Mason pressed hard on his temples—to use an old-fashioned expression, he felt like tens of thousands of alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

That doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all! They can't just ban my account on the spot after I use the cheat, can they?

And I was fine after being shot in the head a few days ago, so how come I can't even cure a headache now? What's wrong with my body?

"Although I don't have medical skills, if you don't mind, let me give you a scan." After a moment of silence, Kuroishi Kasumi's voice rang out again. "I've already moved to a position relative to you. From here, I can make some slight interference with the material universe."

"Then please hurry," Mason gritted his teeth. "I feel like I'm about to die—"

The moment he finished speaking, he felt a warm breeze blowing in his face, seeping into his limbs and bones, and the pain in his head was relieved in an instant.

Wait, it didn't just happen instantly; it really did lessen.

Just as the "hot air" that seeped into his body became a good medicine, Mason's headache was relieved to some extent in only four or five seconds. Although it was not completely cured, it was no longer unbearable.

"?"

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and then felt a strange tingling sensation throughout his limbs.

Pulling up the sleeve, I saw numerous tiny abrasions healing at a visible speed, turning from dark red scabs into dark brown scars in seconds. Some of the very small ones even peeled off completely, revealing the new skin underneath.

"Guest?" Kuroishi Kasumi spoke again, but this time with a hint of doubt in her voice. "...Are you interfering with my scan? This is no time for jokes. If you die, who am I supposed to collect the payment from?!"

Mason was also full of suspicion: "No... or rather, what exactly are you doing?"

"It's just... a very ordinary shortwave X-ray scan, right?" she continued, puzzled. "I just wanted to check the client's brain damage, but I didn't receive any feedback—could it be that the client is interfering?"

Shortwave rays...are they similar to X-rays?

The headache was continuing to subside, and the body was healing, but it was getting slower and slower, as if... some kind of "quota" had been used up.

Could it be...?

"Wait a minute," Mason said, frowning. "Why don't you try scanning me again?"

"Huh?"

"I will pay the price if payment is required, please give it a try."

"Such a small matter doesn't need to be included in the expenses..."

Somewhat confused, Kuroshi Kasumi agreed, and then Mason once again felt that strange, burning heat.

Although he wasn't sure whether shortwave rays that could produce a clear feeling of heat could actually be used as a scanning tool, Mason didn't care about that now. He hadn't been able to sense it clearly before because his headache was too severe, but this time it was different. The feeling of the heat wave penetrating deep into his body was much clearer... Along with it came a sense of déjà vu, as if he had experienced a similar feeling somewhere before.

...Right, it was when I was first admitted to the hospital, trying to use my mind to promote the body's healing, and it actually healed a little bit.

The next instant, the headache subsided again, the wounds on his body healed further, and a strange tingling sensation even emanated from the broken bone.

stop!

The thought occurred to me subconsciously, and as a result, the visible healing process actually stopped.

continue?

As the opposite thought arose, the feeling of some kind of internal reserve being depleted returned, and the wound began to heal once again.

Should we postpone healing in other areas and focus on resolving the head issue first?

He tried to adjust the mechanism of this power, but he didn't encounter any difficulties. The changes in the external injury quickly stopped, and instead, a heat wave swirled in his brain—wherever it swept, the remaining pain melted away as quickly as snow under the scorching sun.

Then Mason suddenly realized.

Sure enough, this body does possess extraordinary power. It may be a mutant or some kind of acquired mutation, but in any case, it seems to have the ability to promote healing by absorbing some kind of energy.

In other words, did the healing process previously deplete the blue bar completely? And now that it's been replenished, can the healing mechanism continue to function?

This is really... interesting.

"guest?"

Kuroshi Kasumi cautiously pressed, "What's this...?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

He gave a satisfied smile: "I have to thank you for letting me discover such a crucial thing."

"Huh?"