S.H.I.E.L.D., Desire Magic Pot research team laboratory.
"Quick, carry out control experiment group 173. I need to know how the Desire Magic Pot reacts to different groups of people."
In the room, Henry issued orders to his assistants while staring obsessively through the glass window at the Desire Magic Pot in the testing room below.
Inside that white laboratory room, several staff members in isolation suits were roughly dragging out two test subjects covered in wounds.
The test subjects' faces were twisted, and with no regard for their injuries, they screamed names no one could understand.
"#￥%@%#"
Tap, tap, tap.
"Henry, how is the research on the Desire Magic Pot going?"
Natasha pushed the door open and strode in, looking at Henry inside the room.
"The Desire Magic Pot? Heh. What a pleasant name."
With a mocking laugh, Henry turned and handed her a document.
"This brass-colored magic pot looks extremely ancient. After authentication by a professional appraisal institution, it has actually been found to have a history of over ten thousand years.
It emits a strange resonance that can convert pain within a ten-meter radius into the money we know.
The more someone hurts themselves, the stronger the pain, and the more money is converted.
Most unbelievable of all is that this currency is all real. It can be spent, its serial numbers can be looked up, and it has historical issuance records, as if it had always existed in the past."
Flipping through the document in her hand, Natasha pointed to a certain passage inside and read it softly.
"You are a worm that travels through time.
The song of thunder twisted your form.
Happiness descends.
White as pearls, but chaos like yellow and red is hidden in the eyes.
Through the mirror, the reflection will eventually be