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

Chapter 57 Main God, you died a terrible death!

Mason let out a long sigh, fastened the bracelet to his wrist, and then lay down on the bed.

This [stack storage] is clearly a technological product, not as convenient as the spatial artifacts in fantasy works, and of course, it doesn't have the kind of operation that allows you to "scan the inside of the Qiankun Bag with your divine sense".

While being picky is not advisable, human desires are endless, and indulging in fantasies is inevitable.

"Speaking of which..."

Suddenly remembering something, Mason asked through a mental channel, "What kind of spatial storage technology do you Yapool people have?"

"what?"

Kuroishi Kasumi paused for a moment, then replied, "It mainly involves using space bubbles to fold volume, putting most of the mass into a personal space bubble—to put it another way—there's a creature on Earth called a fish, and my mimicry principle is to hide my true form in the mud and sand, and then manipulate the exposed parts through my tentacles. Does that make sense?"

"—It suddenly felt terrifying."

"After all, I am a super beast."

"So, in your opinion, what's the technological sophistication of my stack memory?"

"It's quite primitive. In terms of the Kardashev scale, which is familiar to Earthlings, this is a technology that even a Type I civilization could independently develop and master," Heishi Xiayu said with a grin. "Well, primitiveness has its advantages. This structure is extremely stable. Even if placed within the gravitational pull of a neutron star, it would hardly collapse. Therefore, many civilizations, even those that have developed more advanced space technologies, still continue to use this kind of stacked storage."

Oh? Is that so?

Mason blinked; this was an unexpected surprise.

He didn't shy away from discussing the items he summoned with Black Stone Xia Yu. After all, he was under her protection 24/7, so there was no point in hiding it. It was better to be open and honest, and he could still get some knowledge of advanced civilizations for free, just like he was doing now.

"Well, by the way..."

Mason laid the air gun, the fragments of the Mercenary's Book, and the cursed videotape out in a row on the pillow, and asked bluntly, "What value do you see in these things?"

"Ah—guest, knowledge has a price, you know." Seemingly seeing through Mason's little scheme, Kuroishi Kasumi retorted, "Freeloading is shameful!"

"How can a man live without taking advantage of others?" Mason replied matter-of-factly. "You help me appraise it, and I'll see if I can use something like this to offset my debt."

"That's quite a cunning way of putting it, sir."

Kuroishi Kasumi sighed, "Never mind, if it's only this bad—"

"That's great! Let's get started without delay!"

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After a moment of silence, Kuroshi Kasumi began her sharp commentary in a rather subtle voice: "There's no need to ask about the Book of Mercenaries; there's no value in acquiring such a thing."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Mason asked in surprise.

"Because we already have one, otherwise how could that sales manager have connected with you through this?" she said slowly. "It's a very simple principle, customer. The Book of Mercenaries is a platform, and the Yabo Civilization, as the seller, naturally wants as many people as possible to possess this kind of thing, so that they can expand their business. You should have noticed that the reason why that sales manager was willing to rent me out at the price that was practically free is because you have the Book of Mercenaries."

"That makes sense," Mason said, suddenly realizing. "By the way—where did this thing come from?"

"As for this, I've only heard some rumors about it —"

Heishi Xiayu said, "It is said that a long time ago, there was a force called the Supreme God that existed in the cracks of the multiverse —"

This move stunned Mason from the start, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Huh?"

"What's wrong, guest?"

"It's nothing, please continue."

"The Supreme God possesses an extremely powerful ability to foresee cause and effect, and can detect some important events within the universe from outside the universe. So he had a plan and sent some intelligent beings to form a vanguard team to interfere with or even subvert some important events in different worlds, and plunder energy by disrupting cause and effect."

"This kind of business is incredibly profitable, so the Supreme God quickly grew into a powerful force in the multiverse."

At this point, Heishi Xiayu paused, a hint of suppressed laughter appearing in her voice: "But in Earthly terms, if you walk the dark road too often, you'll eventually run into a ghost. Once, the Supreme God, as usual, found a new universe to judge and, using the same trick, began to sense the causal trends within that universe. However, He chose the wrong target. In that universe, there was a great being known as the 'Black Flame Demon.' Upon realizing that an outsider was eyeing its territory, the Black Flame Demon immediately engaged the Supreme God in battle."

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Honestly, this was absolutely the most absurd and explosive story he had ever heard since he transmigrated, bar none.

"After a protracted battle, the Supreme God was severely weakened by the Black Flame Demon and fled in a sorry state. At this time, the victims who had been plundered by the Supreme God saw an opportunity and thus united together to frantically hunt down the Supreme God in the cracks of the multiverse, and finally captured and completely destroyed him."

Heishi Xia Yu sighed, then changed the subject: "The main god was killed, the victims got their revenge, and seeing the power to freely travel between the gaps in the multiverse, they joined forces to dismantle and reuse his body. A portion of it was made into countless mercenary books, which were randomly distributed throughout the endless multiverse. I probably don't need to tell you the rest of the story, right?"

"6".

After hearing this outrageous story, Mason rubbed his temples hard, then took a deep breath to piece his shattered worldview back together.

"And then there's this device that fires compressed air—"

Kuroshi Kasumi continued, but with a hint of confusion in her voice: "To be honest, the value of this thing is quite subtle. It does have some technological sophistication. If I'm not mistaken, it has a whole set of ultra-miniaturized matter collectors inside, extracting energy by breaking the chemical bonds of hydrogen. The overall process is simple and efficient. But relative to the level of technology, its purpose is quite subtle—well, if you ask me, it feels like a toy made by an advanced civilization for a child?"

Wrong! You have a really good eye, huh? This thing is probably just a toy.

"Moreover, the Yapo civilization doesn't lack similar technology. Even if we buy this thing, we can only take it apart to refer to the design and layout. Overall, it's quite useless." She paused for a moment, seemingly making an assessment: "If you plan to use it to pay off debts—well, you can consider it as half the rental price."

"That would be a bit shabby."

Mason shook his head: "What about this videotape?"

"This does have some value. Although it hasn't been analyzed in detail, it's hard to draw conclusions. But it should be a byproduct of some kind of superpower. It contains some special viruses that are likely spread through optical or cognitive channels. The lethality to humans should be terrifying. If we break it down and study it, we might be able to create a virus super beast that can be used as a planetary suppression weapon."

Kuroshi Kasumi let out a laugh that sent chills down Mason's spine: "Hehe—just by standing on the ground, you can wipe out all life within your field of vision that has no resistance to viruses and curses. That might be a great idea, sir. If you want to sell this, you can completely offset the debt, and you can even hire me for another month for the extra amount."

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Mason swallowed hard.

If it involves superpowered individuals and viruses, then this videotape must be from the novel version of The Ring.

Selling this videotape, which is of little use to me, would allow me to pay off my debts—a very tempting offer.

But what Heishi Xiayu said was a bit too terrifying. In extreme cases, it was possible that because of a deal she made, one or more civilizations could be wiped out by the virus super beasts. Her conscience couldn't bear it. And what if the people of Star of Light checked her water meter?

just forget it.

"Not for sale?" Kuroshi Kasumi asked regretfully. "She clearly had a lot of potential."

"I'd better think of another way to pay off my debts—" Mason swallowed hard, rejected Kuroshi Kasumi's suggestion, and then put the three items back into his bracelet.

When he was halfway through receiving the package, he suddenly remembered something else.

Speaking of which, where did that lump of black mud in the professor's hand come from?

Judging from its nature and appearance, it seems to be the "evil of this world" in the Type-Moon universe, but that thing doesn't have the mass that even tactical nuclear weapons can't destroy, so it must be something that is similar but not quite.

It's really puzzling.

"It seems that this time the opponent is not a formidable foe."

Inside the brainwave enhancement machine, Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "At least we don't have to lift a finger, that's great, otherwise—"

"Qin, don't worry about these things."

Charles smiled and said, "While examining Mason, I also conducted an experiment. Although it can't be sustained, I can now use my abilities to a certain extent. Even if you don't help suppress it, I won't have any problems, at least for a short time."

"I don't want to hear about probability—"

Qin sighed and said, "Professor, you know that once your mind is truly changed by the black mud, seven billion people on Earth will literally fall into an irreversible crisis. I can't take that risk."

Charles said with some helplessness, "In this respect, you are the same. If something happens to you, the crisis it causes will be far more terrifying than mine or Eric's."

"What can we do?" Jean said with a wry smile. "When we accepted the commission from the S.H.I.E.L.D., no one thought things would develop to this point. Until we find a way to effectively deal with the Black Mud, neither you, Professor, nor I can take any rash actions."

That's one way of putting it.

Suddenly, Charles chuckled: "However, thanks to Tomson, I've discovered something quite interesting."

Qin paused for a moment, then asked, "What?"

"Riven," Charles murmured, looking up. "She's at the academy."

"What?"

Jean exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Mystique?"

"That's right, my old friend has come to my side," the professor replied. "Since she's here, it means Eric is about to start making his move. Judging from the previous commotion, Wanda and Shaw might also be coming—Jin, our leisurely days are numbered."

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"This is truly...interesting?"

At the same time, in a research lab not far from the brainwave enhancement machine, Hank was analyzing Homelander's cell slices, while Storm and Scott, along with several other educated police officers, were also there, responsible for security.

"What's wrong? Is there anything special about this guy?" Scott asked casually.

"Very special, Scott."

Hank stared at the cells on the slide through the electron microscope, his brow furrowed. "His cellular structure is too neat. Look, these are his muscle cells. They have a carbon fiber structure with very high tensile strength. In terms of strength alone, they can even be compared to Piotr's carbon steel structure."

"you mean----?"

Storm walked up, took the freshly printed test report, and frowned after reading it for a while. "Indeed, it's rare for naturally evolved creatures to have such a neat physiological structure—in that case, this thing is either artificially modified or simply an artificial life form produced in a laboratory."

"Oloro, look."

Hank pulled up images captured by another microscope and said, "I found a drug component in this person's body. During the attempt to separate it, that part of the cell structure quickly began to collapse and degenerate, eventually turning into a bunch of meaningless proteins."

"etc."

Scott, who had been somewhat distracted, finally realized what was happening: "You mean—this guy actually got his superpowers through drugs?"

"That should be correct."

Hank nodded solemnly: "If I can isolate the drug components in his body, other scientists can do it too. Therefore, we must keep his information completely secret. If someone—for example, those people in the military who are working on some kind of weapons program—finds his existence, things will get complicated."

[Grenade]

[How to use: After pulling out the pin, throw it. The area within a five-meter radius of the explosion site will be filled with an extremely strong durian smell.]

【Characteristic: Strong penetration (the smoky smell produced after a grenade explosion is extremely difficult to dispel and eliminate)】

[Note: Please be aware that any flavor, when it becomes strong enough, can be lethal.]

The next morning, after getting up and drawing lots, Mason looked at the head-sized "grenade" in his hand and gradually fell into deep thought.

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This—it's not that it's useless, but it looks like a prank prop, doesn't it?

"Look at this—" He asked Kuroishi Kasumi tentatively, but before he could finish speaking, he was met with extreme disdain.

"Take it away! Take it away!"

She said with genuine disgust, "Are you a demon? Do you enjoy playing with sulfides in your hands? If I see that stuff again, I'm going to demand compensation for emotional distress!"

It seems even the Super Beast has things it hates—it even stops speaking when it sees this thing.

Mason's lips twitched twice, then he casually stuffed the grenade into his bracelet, turned around, and walked towards the door.

I don't have any classes today, and since I'm free anyway, I might as well go to the training ground and stab myself a few times. I'll also take this opportunity to ask Hank if the poison we talked about earlier has been developed yet.

However, the chances are slim. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll probably be busy messing with Ah Zu today.

I hope everyone is alright.jpg

After giving Azu a half-hearted "candle" (a gesture of goodwill), Mason left the dormitory.

After staying for a few days, he became very familiar with the layout of the academy. Along the way, he even saw several students he had taught the day before. It wasn't just Mason bragging; he had an excellent memory. Even if he only glanced at a face twice, he could accurately recognize it again after a while.

So he adopted the demeanor of a good teacher and took the initiative to greet the students, but the result was a little strange.

Although the students responded to him, their attitude seemed a bit too respectful. Mason had never seen the dean of students behave as dramatically when he was in high school.

That's strange. Was my teaching not engaging enough?

That won't do. I, Mei, started this job with the mindset of becoming a renowned teacher. Understanding students' evaluations of me is the most basic thing, and I can't ignore this strange phenomenon.

So he glanced around and found a lucky young man reading on a bench by the pool.

Bobby Drake, the Iceman.

Great, I've decided on you.

Mason walked over, but before he had taken more than a few steps, a somewhat wary voice came to his mind.

"Attention, guest."

Kuroshi Kasumi didn't seem to have recovered from her earlier emotions. Her tone was much more normal now, no longer like a customer service representative: "The young man you're looking for—something's not quite right."

"Huh?" Mason was stunned. "What do you mean?"

"Judging from the dent in the chair, he's lost a full twenty-four kilograms since yesterday," said Kuroshi Kasumi. "If I'm not mistaken, his ability is to create low temperatures and control solid water, right? It's impossible for him to lose twenty-four kilograms overnight and act like nothing happened."

"Is that so?!"

Mason was immediately shocked.

Losing 20-40 kilograms overnight is impossible for an ordinary person, but it's not difficult to do with superpowers.

However, as Black Stone Kasumi said, the Ice Man doesn't have that ability, so a more reasonable guess is—

The person sitting there was not Bobby Drake.

Ah, this is interesting.