The God of Mischief Seizes the Cosmic Cube, S.H.I.E.L.D. Issues an Urgent Summons

Aaron placed the notebook on the table, then sat down in a chair and sighed.

"Let me test you. How much of what Madam Gao said was true?"

Abei scratched his dragon head. "It should all have been true."

"Yeah, all true—but she must have held some things back." Aaron gave a disdainful snort. "She definitely knew far more than she told us."

"She dared deceive Master?" A trace of anger appeared on Abei's harmless-looking face. "I'll go settle the score with her."

"There's no need. It's only my guess, after all."

"This... are we just letting it go?"

"What else can we do?" Aaron shrugged. "Taking on an organization that has existed for centuries without using magic would be too troublesome, and there's nothing in it for us.

"More importantly, that organization can summon evil gods. If we accidentally expose ourselves, our peaceful days will be over."

"Isn't there also the True Pure Society? As long as Master..."

"Forget it! That might have been the Stick Monk's goal all along—finding ways to put me against The Hand. I'm not falling for it!

"So it's best to support neither side. Besides, I already made an agreement with Madam Gao: we stay out of each other's way. A contract is a contract."

"What a waste!" Abei crossed his two dragon claws over his chest, feeling aggrieved on his master's behalf.

"Enough. There's no need to lower ourselves to the level of a dead old hag.

"She showed remorse and gave me some information that was valuable to me. That's enough." Aaron leaned back, then revealed a bitter smile. "Mutants, Inhumans, werewolves, vampires, demons... Fuck, this world is way too chaotic!"

"Does Master intend to keep hiding forever?" Abei asked uneasily.

"No. It's only a matter of time before my identity is