The Man Richer Than Iron Man

Looking at the purple glow in his palm, Fang Mo was also stunned.

He had never imagined that his Stand-in, Steve, could be used in such a way.

Because the rules of the real world differed from those of the MC world, the nature of the Ender Hand had undergone a very obvious change after Fang Mo touched it.

In the game, the Ender Hand's function was actually very simple.

Left-click dealt 6 damage, right-click picked up a block and threw it at an enemy, and holding Shift + right-click allowed the player to teleport.

But after Fang Mo touched it, this thing was no longer just a game item.

Instead, it had become something that truly existed in reality.

This was actually quite unreasonable; it felt as if Fang Mo had made an unreasonable request and then let the rules of this world figure out how to turn it into something relatively reasonable on their own.

Now, after the transformation, the Ender Hand had completely merged with Fang Mo.

As long as Fang Mo willed it.

A purple glow would light up in his hand.

Fang Mo did a little testing and found that this was probably something like an energy force field. Not only could it increase the power of his fists, but it could also be used to grab objects from a distance.

Even, if Fang Mo wanted, he could perform short-range teleportation.

"Holy crap... this is way too awesome..."

Fang Mo clenched his fist, clearly getting a bit excited: "This is way more useful than the Ender Hand in MC."

After tasting the sweetness, Fang Mo went on to transform some other items.

However, it turned out that not everything could be transformed into Fang Mo's ideal form like the Ender Hand.

Take the Stone Pickaxe as an example.

Fang Mo touched a Stone Pickaxe, and then a white light flashed. In front of him, a pickaxe made of stone and wood actually appeared. But after losing the mining rules from MC, Fang Mo only used this pickaxe to hit the ground once, and the pickaxe tip flew off directly.

Besides that, Fang Mo also tried a Torch.

The result was that a burning Torch appeared in his hand.

This Torch also lost the rule of never extinguishing from MC. After burning for a while, it gradually turned into a small pile of ash.

Fang Mo thought about it and felt the problem was still with the world's rules.

Things like Stone Pickaxes, Torches, or various foods, because these things already existed in reality, after transformation they lost their MC properties and became ordinary items that could be seen everywhere in the real world.

But the Ender Hand was different.

You see, this thing originally didn't exist in the real world.

And precisely because of that, after being transformed, the Ender Hand could reasonably retain its original ability settings, such as being able to grab objects, teleport, or increase the power of punches.

"It looks like I can't just casually transform the Glass Sword."

After figuring out the principle behind this, a hint of understanding also rose in Fang Mo's heart.

According to the logic of this transformation characteristic, if he transformed the Glass Sword, then it was very likely that because glass exists in the real world, it would directly give him a polished glass rod.

Fang Mo said, what the hell use would he have for that thing.

"Forget it, let's eat something first."

Shaking his head, Fang Mo temporarily put aside testing his Stand-in ability and instead prepared to rummage through the fridge.

This was another characteristic Fang Mo had figured out back at the burger joint: his and Steve's hunger levels were also shared. Steve could munch on a Carrot to restore hunger, but at the same time, Fang Mo could eat real-world meals to fill the void.

Whether it was Steve or Fang Mo, as long as one of them was full, the other would also feel satiated.

"Ring-ring-ring!"

But before Fang Mo could open the fridge, a doorbell suddenly rang from the entrance.

"Hm?"

Hearing the doorbell, Fang Mo was a little taken aback.

You see, the house he was living in now was actually in a very remote location, so under normal circumstances, no one would come to bother him.

A bit puzzled, he opened the door and found a somewhat balding middle-aged man standing outside.

"Hello, Mr. Fang Mo."

The man outside was wearing a suit. Although his hairline was a bit worrying, his demeanor was very approachable. He now showed Fang Mo a smile: "My name is Phil Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I'm here this time to ask you about a few things."

"I bet Nick Fury makes you work overtime all the time."

Fang Mo sized up Coulson in front of him and couldn't help but tease: "With your pitiful hair volume, I can't help but want to sprinkle some Bone Meal on your head."

"...You know the Director?"

Hearing this, Coulson was also a bit surprised. The intel hadn't said this guy was so familiar with his immediate superior.

"The famous Motherfucker Man, who doesn't know him." Fang Mo nodded, then beckoned: "Anyway, come in and sit down first."

"Alright."

Although full of questions, Coulson still followed him inside.

As soon as he entered the room, Coulson began looking around. After all, according to the intelligence, this guy in front of him was supposed to be some kind of Eastern wizard or something, and as an agent, gathering intel was his job.

Unfortunately, he didn't spot any magic circles, altars, candles, or anything like that. The room wasn't spotless, but it was clean enough, with nothing suspicious.

"Have a seat."

Fang Mo lounged on the sofa, looking completely at ease. "You said you wanted to consult me about something, right? Go ahead and ask."

"We already know your basic situation." Coulson asked, "What's your purpose in approaching Stark? And where did you get your special ability... or magic, whatever you call it?"

"I told you, I'm a Stand User."

Fang Mo spread his hands. "This thing just awakened naturally in me. It has a lot of functions, and I can't really explain it myself. Anyway, it's something like a guardian spirit."

"Then your approach to Stark..."

"I just happened to run into Stark in the desert." Fang Mo cut him off. "I'm not interested in his money or all those weird science and tech ideas in his head. If anything, he's a pretty interesting guy, and I don't mind having him as a friend."

"But Stark is the world's richest man."

Coulson clearly didn't buy it. "Your appearance is far too mysterious. We have reason to suspect..."

"You don't know a damn thing."

Fang Mo rolled his eyes and asked, "Ever heard of Alchemy?"

"What's... that?" Coulson had never heard of it, of course. "Is it what I think it is? Midas from Greek mythology?"

Fang Mo shook his head, and the next moment, with a flick of his mind, Steve standing behind him silently pulled out a Gold Ingot and handed it over. The pixel-style gold ingot, the moment it touched Fang Mo's palm, directly transformed into a massive gold brick the size of a millstone.

Since Coulson couldn't see the Stand.

From his perspective, it looked like Fang Mo had just conjured a gold brick out of thin air.

"Is this... gold?"

Coulson was taken aback.

"Real deal, solid gold brick with over 99.99% purity." Fang Mo set the gold brick on the floor, cracking the tiles beneath it. "See this? This is the legendary Alchemy."

As an agent, Coulson had a sharp eye.

He examined the gold brick and found it was indeed a genuine solid gold brick, so he couldn't help but look shocked. "You... how did you do this?"

"Just a Stand-in ability, nothing to get worked up over."

Seeing Coulson's stunned expression, Fang Mo grinned smugly. "So like I said, I never care whether my friends have money or not. After all, there's no way they're richer than me, right?"

"..."

Hearing Fang Mo's words, Coulson didn't know what to say.

If the guy really could use Alchemy, then no one in the world was richer than him. That one gold brick alone must have weighed a few hundred pounds. His entire lifetime salary was probably just a fraction of that brick's value.

"So, about Stark planning to shut down the weapons division, do you have any insight on that?"

Being a seasoned agent, Coulson quickly adjusted his mindset. "You know, Stark Industries employs a lot of people, and their weapons are top-notch. If they go under, even the military would have a headache..."

"That's Stark's own decision."

Fang Mo said, "The desert trip shattered his naive illusions. He realized that bringing peace through weapons doesn't work, so he doesn't want to sell them anymore. He's a proud genius, after all... It makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Is that so?"

Coulson nodded instinctively.

But before Coulson could come up with his next question, Fang Mo suddenly clapped his hands. "Alright, I'm hungry. Today's Q&A ends here."

With that, Fang Mo waved his hand, and the door suddenly swung open on its own, the message to leave clear.

"..."

Coulson gave Fang Mo a speechless look. Without a clear grasp of the other party's true strength and personality, it was best not to sour the relationship. Since the guy didn't want to talk anymore, he had no choice but to take the hint and leave.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to secretly leave a few small gadgets behind.

Fang Mo wasn't aware of Coulson's little tricks, but he had already tested what he needed to test, so he wasn't about to reveal anything.

In fact, his target had always been S.H.I.E.L.D. Going by the plot, Nick Fury, that spy chief, was currently building his team. If he showed off a bit of ability, how could the guy not be interested?

Of course, Fang Mo wasn't planning to join the Avengers or anything. He wasn't a good person, so he definitely couldn't be a superhero. In fact, when he killed those terrorists in the desert earlier, he felt nothing at all, as if they were just zombies in a game.

Fang Mo wasn't sure if this was Steve's influence on him, but he didn't mind it.

Repaying evil with kindness was too high-level for Fang Mo; he couldn't learn that. In his view, decisive action was the truth of the world. An eye for an eye, as long as you were strong enough, others would sit down and reason with you.

His reason for seeking out S.H.I.E.L.D. was simply to make it easier to stir up trouble.

And just as Fang Mo had predicted, after waiting a few days, he finally got to meet that Motherfucker Man in person.