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

Chapter 100 Whose subordinate is this?

Indeed, humans still need to live on land and breathe air.

Although he had mostly gotten used to the feeling of suffocation, Mason still felt it was better to get ashore.

He lay on the deck and vomited all the water out. Then he tried to stand up, but it didn't go smoothly. Just as his upper body straightened up, a strange fatigue washed over Mason, almost making him collapse back down on the spot.

"what?"

After taking a few deep breaths, he overcame his fatigue with sheer willpower and forced himself to stand up.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" Kaito Kuroba patted his shoulder from the side, saying with some concern, "You're deathly pale!"

"Hmm—it's a bit hard to tell."

Mason raised his hand, smoothing his dripping hair back, then stroked his chin and said, "Those sharks aren't ordinary."

"Master, please recount what happened below."

Paracelsus stopped Okita Souji, who was about to start making a big fuss, and calmly said, "I sensed some strange auras on the ship, but we lack the equipment to make a proper judgment."

"Um—it's like this..."

Mason recounted his experience after diving underwater, which captivated Okita Souji; Paracelsus frowned in thought, while Kuroba Kaito involuntarily trembled.

"Bite—bitten hard by a ghost shark?" He trembled like a leaf. "That's one of the most terrifying experiences in the world."

"It's not like you were bitten, why are you shaking?"

Mason rolled his eyes, then looked at Paracelsus and asked, "So? Any leads?"

"Hmm... just some speculation, it might not be accurate."

He nodded, then slowly said, "Judging from your state, Master, it's clear that those ghost sharks weren't targeting the physical body, but rather tearing away things like spiritual energy. Your strength lies in physical regeneration, so your defense against these abstract attacks is relatively weak, which is why you performed so poorly."

Kaito Kuroba was dumbfounded. Normally, he would have thought that someone who would say such chuunibyou (delusional) things in a serious manner was mentally ill, but these people had already proven with their actions that they did indeed have supernatural abilities—so it was hard to comment.

"Tsk—"

Mason clenched his fist—but he still couldn't muster any strength. This was already the state he was in, keeping the light energy within his body constantly active. If he didn't do that, he probably would collapse like a cooked noodle, unable to move even a single finger.

Spiritual power?

Those with regenerative abilities often struggle in the mental realm, which is a common trope, but it's a bit of a headache to apply it to myself. I wonder if I can adapt to this kind of attack.

He didn't mind suffering a bit. Although he didn't want to end up in Cisel's situation, he wouldn't care too much about physical pain as long as he could gain something. Anyway, as long as he was bold enough and had enough light energy reserves, given his abilities, he would eventually be able to ignore most attacks in the world—of course, he would still have to take damage, and he would definitely expend a lot of light energy. The biggest gain might be—

Is it good for showing off?

Isn't that great? As we all know, strength is all fake. Only by being fashionable enough can you be invincible. So compared to a newbie who screams and yells after being burned by a match, he is definitely more fashionable than the type who can stand up again without changing his expression even if he is beaten into mincemeat.

"However, if the enemy is this type, I do have a good idea."

Paracelsus stated, "Targeting mental energy suggests that these sharks mostly attack living beings."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Kaito Kuroba scratched his head. "What do you mean? Are you going to make something like an underwater robot?"

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"That's one way to do it."

Paracelsus smiled. "But I am, after all, a magician—a sorcerer, and I'm more used to using supernatural methods."

After saying that, he turned to Mason and said, "Master, please give me some pre-treated marble, lapis lazuli and elderberry. Not too much, a few hundred grams will be enough. I'll try to make a temporary puppet here."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Mason nodded.

Over the past few days, he purchased a list of materials that could be used to build the magic workshop, including various stones, wood, herbs, and even animal specimens. The prices were so high that they almost emptied Konek's savings, but it turned out to be worthwhile. After some experimentation, Paracelsus found several usable materials that could be used to construct the magic workshop and make things like puppets and magical costumes.

Perhaps this is the true value of crafting EX-grade items; they are the real logistical powerhouses, capable of accomplishing impressive feats even in a world with virtually no magic, amidst the desolation of the wilderness.

However, due to time constraints, Paracelsus only had time to perform some pre-processing on the available materials. Going further would be a long and arduous process, since there was really not much magic here. The Magic Workshop was basically opened entirely by using the Thunder God Orb as a cash cow, and even then, they still had to save up the final payment for Fujimaru Chaos Evil within seven days.

After taking a deep breath and feeling that he had recovered somewhat, Mason opened the stack storage and took out a large pile of rocket launchers, sticky bombs, high-explosive grenades, and even small mortars from the outermost layer. Don't ask why; it's no secret that the US military likes to profit from reselling arms. He was just making good use of the game mechanics. After all, Shuichi Akai had brought over a whole squad of US troops.

"What are these things?! Aaaaaaaah!!!"

Mason didn't care, but Kaito Kuroba was startled and almost let out a scream like a groundhog. So Mason could only look at him helplessly and comfort him, "Don't worry, modern weapons have very good safety measures and will never explode easily."

"That's not the point, is it?!"

"What? Can't magicians use modern technology? — Oh, I found it, this is marble, and there's also lapis lazuli and elderberry — Here you go."

He handed the materials he had scrambled to Paracelsus, and then stuffed them one by one into the stack storage, instantly turning a deck full of munitions into nothing.

But Kaito Kuroba's gaze towards him didn't change at all, and he even quietly took a step back.

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Mason rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue, and went over to watch Paracelsus create the golem.

He clapped his hands together and pressed them onto the deck, creating a circular alchemical array on the ground with a movement that Mason found very familiar. Immediately afterward, the materials within the array floated up one after another, automatically changing their shape without any visible external interference. Before long, a golem several tens of centimeters tall, with a body made of marble, joints made of lapis lazuli, and body parts connected by elderberry fibers, was created.

—No, at this size, perhaps it should be called a "magic puppet".

After the alchemical array dissipated, the puppet stood firmly on the ground, raising its hands and feet, walking, and even dancing as Paracelsus manipulated it.

Kaito Kuroba's eyes widened.

If everything we've seen so far can be explained by superpowers, then this operation of creating a movable puppet out of thin air can only be described as magic. This man named Hohenheim is closer to the concept of a "magician" in terms of temperament than Koizumi Akako, who is always talking nonsense with a crystal ball telling fortunes. Coupled with his realistic performance, Kuroba Kaito can only write "I'm impressed".

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Then, Paracelsus, looking much like a car mechanic, tinkered with the puppet, adding components like flippers, clearly for underwater movement, and that was it.

But instead of immediately throwing the puppet into the water, he turned to look at Mason.

"Master, please lend me an eyeball."

These words startled Kaito Kuroba, but Mason didn't seem to think anything of it, simply raising his head and asking calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"These materials are only temporarily processed and manufactured, so it's hard to guarantee the quality of the puppets. There might be problems like not being able to control them properly when the distance is increased. Therefore, we need your abilities, Master, to provide some technical support," Paracelsus replied. "After all, I'm not an all-around person like Leonardo who can handle any situation flexibly. This is all I can do."

Mason nodded.

In the past few days, he took some time to tell the two Heroic Spirits about his mutant ability. There was no need to hide this, since he had not yet reached the point where he could stand on his own. Cooperation with his teammates was essential. And since they had to cooperate, his teammates couldn't possibly be completely clueless about his skill set, right?

Incidentally, besides his mutant abilities, he also asked Paracelsus to appraise the watch he had been wearing since entering the Conan world—unfortunately, he didn't find anything useful. After fiddling with it for a while, the legendary alchemist's conclusion was simply that "this is a tool created by some powerful being to indicate certain people or things."

As the saying goes, even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. He himself said that he wasn't like Leonardo da Vinci, a hexagonal figure who could do everything—no, a spherical giant. As an alchemist, he could mass-produce Philosopher's Stones, but he was inevitably somewhat lacking in other aspects.

As an aside, unlike some unnamed intergalactic human traffickers' giant light spheres, this watch can be taken off. It doesn't seem to matter if you don't wear it on your wrist, which is quite considerate. Moreover, its quality is outrageously good. At least Mason currently has no way to damage it. If it weren't so small, it would definitely be a promising material to be made into a shield.

As an aside, when discussing business with Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mason most wanted to hire this omnipotent man, but the other party said that such a business was impossible. Thinking about it, it makes sense, since even Fujimaru Ritsuka himself might not be able to summon a Leonardo da Vinci with the ability to think.

"That makes sense." He said, glancing at Okita Souji, then pointed to his left eye, indicating, "Can you do me a favor?"

As mentioned before, normally it's impossible for a person to gouge out their own eyes with their bare hands, so it's perfectly reasonable to borrow the skills of this genius swordsman from Mibu Wolf in this situation.

"If you don't mind."

Okita Souji's lips twitched twice, and with an attitude that was somewhere between holding back and not holding back, he reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Kaito Kuroba leaned back tactically: "Could it be—"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of bright light appeared, and in an instant, Mason grimaced and covered his bleeding eye socket, while Okita Souji placed the blade flat in front of him, the tip of the blade steadily supporting a slightly damaged eyeball. The striking bright red color almost made Kuroba Kaito let out a girlish scream.

"Calm down."

Mason waved his hand, releasing his grip and exposing the empty eye sockets where the bleeding had stopped: "You don't need to know so much about magicians. It's just casting spells using human materials. This is recorded in children's books all over the world."

"Huh?" The invincible Phantom Thief Kid nearly went berserk: "You better apologize to all the fairy tales in the world!"

"That's wrong. Fairy tales can be quite cruel."

Paracelsus picked up the eyeball and placed it on the puppet's head, letting the elderberry fibers intertwine with the optic nerve, all the while saying without turning his head, "The techniques of witches—or rather, sorceresses—are far more terrifying than this, like Granny Yaga, or the enchantress Morgan."

"—That makes so much sense, I'm speechless."

As he spoke, Paracelsus had already carefully assembled Mason's eyeballs onto the puppet. In fact, this was just to serve as a camera. As he had said before, due to material limitations, the puppet might disconnect or go out of control if it was too far away from him, the manipulator. This was where a reliable camera came in to help.

As for why they didn't actually attach a camera, that's a matter of style. After all, a magician should solve problems using a magician's methods, otherwise wouldn't that seem very unprofessional?

After making some final adjustments, Paracelsus threw the puppet into the sea.

This small puppet, made of stone and twigs, is incredibly flexible. As soon as it enters the water, it dives deep into the water with a rhythmic movement reminiscent of a mermaid. The two lapis lazuli stones on its left and right shoulders glow softly, illuminating the darkness underwater, and then it continues its descent.

On the ship, Paracelsus clasped his hands together, striking a pose reminiscent of the scene from the movie Fullmetal Alchemist.

A flash of lightning appeared, and a magical screen, resembling a virtual projection, emerged in mid-air. It displayed the puppet's field of vision and even included a GPS-like map showing the puppet's relative position to the ship.

Magic, isn't it amazing?

The other two, besides Mason, crowded around, while Mason sat cross-legged on the deck, closed his eyes, and focused his attention on the underwater world through a remote connection with his eyeballs—

"That's right, go about half a kilometer further ahead."

After taking a while to adjust to the supernatural atmosphere, Kaito Kuroba started to show off his outgoing personality, pointing out places he had previously scouted out: "The place indicated on Akako's map should be that coral reef, since that's where those sharks are swimming."

"Understood, that'll be over soon."

Paracelsus nodded and steered the puppet toward the coral reef on the seabed, while Mason casually interjected, "Speaking of which, have you ever been in the water before?"

This question was directed at Kaito Kuroba.

"That's right." As if thinking of those terrifying ghost sharks, Kaito Kuroba couldn't help but shudder.

"That might be a bit rude of me to ask, but how did you escape?"

Upon hearing this, Kaito Kuroba paused for a moment, then sighed and said softly, "To put it another way, sometimes you won't know where your limits are until you push yourself."

"That's really awesome."

Mason's lips twitched twice as he manipulated the eyes attached to the puppet, turning them back and forth, wary of the ghost shark's sudden attack.

But that didn't happen.

He did see more than twenty ghost sharks swimming around the coral reef, but none of them reacted to the puppet. The little magical creation simply landed on the seabed and, under Kaito Kuroba's instructions, approached the coral reef where the Water God Orb was located, and then landed on it—and was attacked by a few moray eels and octopuses. Mason's eyeballs were almost ripped off and eaten as snacks. Fortunately, the puppet was equipped with some self-defense weapons such as short knives and drills, so it didn't lose face by being torn to pieces halfway.

After searching for a while, everyone received both good news and bad news.

The good news is that the Water God Pearl has been found, right in the center of the coral reef. If we ignore a few of the more troublesome issues, we can simply swim over, grab it, and make our escape.

The bad news is that the Water God Pearl has been found, right in the very center of the coral reef—on the forehead of a monster.

"this----"

After seeing the scene, everyone fell silent.

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It was a gigantic shark with the lower body of some kind of giant tentacle monster. At a glance, it must have been at least twenty meters long. It looked like a terrifying boss that had crawled out of some low-budget B-movie. The Water God Pearl was embedded in the tip of its nose, making it very conspicuous and completely eliminating the need for a painstaking search.

"I thought the Shark Tornado was invincible, but it turns out there's a shark even more ferocious than it." Mason struck a pose reminiscent of an old man holding a cell phone, frowning as he asked, "Whose subordinate is this?"