Looking at the purple glow in his palm, Fang Mo was stunned.
He had never imagined that his Stand-in Steve could be used like this.
Because the rules of the real world differed from those of the MC world, the Ender Hand underwent very obvious changes after Fang Mo touched it.
In the game, the Ender Hand's functions were actually quite simple.
Left-click dealt 6 points of damage, right-click picked up a block and threw it at an enemy, while holding SHIFT and right-clicking allowed the player to teleport.
But after Fang Mo touched it, the thing was no longer a game item.
It had become something that truly existed in reality.
It was utterly unreasonable, as if Fang Mo had made an unreasonable request and the world's rules had figured out for themselves how to turn it into something relatively reasonable.
Now, the transformed Ender Hand had completely fused with Fang Mo.
With just a thought from Fang Mo.
A purple glow would light up on his hand.
Fang Mo tested it a little and found that it was probably something like an energy force field. Not only could it increase the power of his punches, it could also be used to retrieve objects from a distance.
If Fang Mo wanted to, he could even teleport across short distances.
"Holy shit... this feels amazing..."
Fang Mo clenched his fist, clearly becoming a little excited. "This is way more useful than the Ender Hand in MC."
Having gotten a taste of its benefits, Fang Mo proceeded to transform several other items.
However, the facts proved that not everything could be transformed into the ideal form Fang Mo had envisioned, like the Ender Hand.
Take the stone pickaxe, for example.
Fang Mo touched a stone pickaxe, and after a flash of white light, a pickaxe pieced together from stone and wood really appeared before him. But after losing MC's mining rules, Fang Mo merely struck the floor once with it, and the pickaxe head flew right off.
Besides that, Fang Mo also tried a Torch.
The result was that a burning torch appeared in his hand.
This torch had likewise lost MC's rule of never going out. After burning for a while, it gradually turned into a small pile of ashes.
Fang Mo gave it some thought and felt that the problem still lay in the rules of the world.
Things like stone pickaxes, torches, and various foods already existed in reality, so after being transformed, they lost their MC properties and became ordinary objects commonly found in the real world.
But the Ender Hand was different.
After all, this thing had not originally existed in the real world.
That was precisely why the Ender Hand could reasonably retain its original settings after being transformed, such as grabbing objects, teleporting, or increasing the power of his punches.
"Looks like I can't casually transform the Glass Sword."
After figuring out the principle behind it, Fang Mo gained a bit of insight.
Following the logic of this transformation trait, if he transformed the Glass Sword, then because glass existed in the real world, he would likely just receive a polished glass rod.
What the hell use would that thing be to him?
"Forget it. I'll eat something first."
Shaking his head, Fang Mo temporarily put aside his tests of the Stand-in ability and went to check the refrigerator instead.
This was another trait Fang Mo had only figured out earlier at the burger shop. His and Steve's hunger bars were shared. Steve could gnaw on Carrots to restore hunger, but Fang Mo could also eat real-world food to satisfy it.
Whether it was Steve or Fang Mo, as long as either one of them was full, the other would feel full as well.
"Ring ring ring!"
However, before Fang Mo could open the refrigerator, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Hm?"
Hearing the doorbell, Fang Mo froze slightly.
After all, his house was located in a very remote place, so people generally did not come to bother him.
Opening the door with some confusion, Fang Mo found a slightly balding middle-aged man standing outside.
"Hello, Mr. Fang Mo."
The man outside wore a suit. Though his receding hairline was somewhat concerning, he had an approachable air about him. He smiled at Fang Mo. "My name is Phil Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I came this time to consult you about a few matters."
"I bet Nick Fury makes you work overtime all the time."
Fang Mo sized up Coulson before him and could not help mocking him. "With that pathetic amount of hair, I can't help wanting to sprinkle a handful of Bone Meal over your head."
"...You know the Director?"
Coulson was somewhat surprised. The intelligence report had not said that this man knew his superior so well.
"The famous Motherfucker Man. Who doesn't know him?" Fang Mo nodded, then gestured inside. "Anyway, come in and have a seat first."
"All right."
Although he was full of questions, Coulson still followed him inside.
The moment he entered the house, Coulson looked around. According to the intelligence reports, the guy before him was supposed to be some kind of Eastern wizard, and gathering intelligence was an agent's job.
Unfortunately, he saw nothing resembling magic circles, altars, candles, or anything like that. The entire house was not exactly spotless, but it was clean enough, with nothing suspicious in sight.
"Sit."
Fang Mo sat on the sofa, looking casual. "Didn't you say you wanted to ask me something? You can ask now."
"We already know your basic situation." Coulson asked, "Do you have any purpose in approaching Stark? And where did your special abilities... or rather, your Witchcraft come from?"
"I told you, I'm a Stand User."
Fang Mo spread his hands. "It awakened naturally. It has quite a few functions, and I can't explain them all myself. Basically, it's something like a guardian spirit."
"Then your approach toward Stark..."
"I just happened to run into Stark in the desert." Fang Mo interrupted. "I'm not interested in either his money or all the bizarre technology in his head. If anything, I find him pretty interesting as a person. I don't mind having another friend."
"But Stark is the richest man in the world."
Coulson clearly did not quite believe him. "Your appearance is far too mysterious. We have reason to suspect..."
"What do you know?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you heard of Alchemy?"
"What... is that?" Coulson naturally had never seen it before. "Is it what I think it is? Midas from Greek mythology?"
Fang Mo shook his head. The next second, with a thought, Steve standing behind him silently took out a Gold Ingot and handed it over. The pixelated Gold Ingot instantly turned into a gigantic gold brick as large as a millstone the moment it touched Fang Mo's palm.
Since Coulson could not see the Stand-in.
From his perspective, Fang Mo had simply pulled a gold brick out of thin air.
"This is... gold?"
Coulson could not help freezing.
"The real thing, a solid gold brick with over 99.99% purity." Fang Mo set the brick on the floor, immediately crushing several cracks into the tiles. "See that? This is the legendary Alchemy."
As an agent, Coulson had a pretty good eye.
He examined the gold brick and discovered that it really was a genuine solid gold brick. He could not help revealing a shocked expression. "You... how exactly did you do this?"
"Just a Stand-in ability. Nothing worth making a fuss over."
Seeing Coulson's astonished expression, Fang Mo smiled smugly. "So I told you, I never care whether my friends have money, because they definitely can't be richer than me. Right?"
"..."
Hearing Fang Mo's words, Coulson did not know what to say.
If the other man really knew Alchemy, then no one in the world could truly be richer than him. That gold brick alone had to weigh several hundred pounds. His lifetime salary probably would not even amount to a fraction of it.
"Then do you have any idea why Stark intends to shut down the weapons division?"
Being an agent, Coulson quickly adjusted his mindset. "Stark Company supports a lot of people, and their weapons are of excellent quality. If they went under, even the Military would probably get a headache..."
"That was Stark's own decision."
Fang Mo said, "The desert trip shattered his naive fantasies. He realized that bringing peace through weapons was unreliable, so he no longer wanted to sell weapons. After all, he's a proud genius... It makes sense for him to make that kind of decision, doesn't it?"
"Is that so?"
Coulson nodded unconsciously.
However, before Coulson could think of his next question, Fang Mo suddenly clapped his hands. "All right, I'm hungry. Today's Q&A ends here."
After saying that, Fang Mo waved his hand, and the front door suddenly opened on its own. The meaning was obvious: he was seeing his guest out.
"..."
Coulson looked at Fang Mo somewhat speechlessly. Without understanding the other's true strength and temperament, they could not let their relationship become too tense. Since the other man did not want to talk anymore, he could only take the hint and leave.
Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to secretly leave behind a few little gadgets.
Fang Mo was not aware of Coulson's little trick, but he had already tested nearly everything he needed to test, so he would not expose anything anyway.
In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been his target from the start. According to the plot, Nick Fury, the Agent Chief, was currently assembling a team. After Fang Mo displayed a little ability, how could the other man possibly not be interested?
Of course, Fang Mo was not planning to join the Avengers or anything. He was not a good person, after all, and he definitely could not become a superhero. In truth, when he had killed those terrorists in the desert earlier, he had felt nothing at all, as if they had merely been Zombies in a game.
Fang Mo did not know whether Steve had influenced him somehow, but he did not dislike it.
Repaying evil with kindness was far too advanced for Fang Mo. He could not learn it. In his view, perhaps ruthless decisiveness was the true principle of the world. Fighting violence with violence—so long as you were powerful enough, others would be willing to sit down and reason with you.
He had approached S.H.I.E.L.D. merely because it would make it more convenient for him to stir up trouble.
And just as Fang Mo had expected, after waiting a few days, he finally got his wish and met that Motherfucker Man.
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