A Rookie Village Receptionist? Phil Coulson Makes His Entrance!

"This pattern..."

Zhang Yang frowned, searching through his memories before finally finding the answer in the Cosmic Compendium. "It's Mammon's symbol."

"Mammon?"

Harry and Mera exchanged a glance. The name sounded vaguely familiar.

"Do you remember what happened a week ago?"

Zhang Yang reminded them, "That demon soldier said he had received orders from Mammon, the Son of Hell!"

Harry and Mera both nodded, recalling the incident.

"Mammon?"

Angela spoke up from the side. "Who is he? The Son of Hell? Does Hell really exist?"

"The one that attacked you earlier was a demon."

Mera said softly, "And a demon with a true form, at that."

"Demons..."

Angela's lips moved, her face full of disbelief. "Does this world... really have demons?"

"Of course."

Harry nodded beside her. "But they should only exist in Hell. They shouldn't be appearing in the human world!"

"Then... why?"

Angela clutched her head. "Ever since I was little, I've been able to see those terrifying things... Are they all demons?"

"They're all half-demons."

Zhang Yang said, "Just the mongrel offspring of demons and humans. They don't possess the power of true demons, but they have gained the right to walk among humans."

"Of course, if they commit evil, someone will send them back where they came from."

Harry continued, "And it's not just demons. The same goes for mixed-bloods of other kinds."

"Other... kinds?"

Angela did not understand what Harry meant. Harry had no intention of explaining and instead looked at Zhang Yang. "What do we do next?"

"Since we know who wants to come to the human world, we need to find out what conditions he requires to get here."

Facing the gazes of Harry, Mera, and Angela, Zhang Yang answered without hesitation, "When it comes to monsters from Hell, I believe the library at Kamar-Taj can give us the answer."

"Actually, we can give you the answer as well."

A friendly voice came from afar. Zhang Yang and the others turned around to see a kind-looking middle-aged man push open the door and walk in.

"Damn... Coulson?"

Others might not recognize the man before them, but Zhang Yang certainly did!

Phil Coulson, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Nick Fury's most trusted subordinate. He had practically appeared throughout every major storyline in the early Marvel universe.

Back in his previous life, whenever Zhang Yang read a Marvel novel, the first plot-related character the protagonist encountered was either Coulson or Spider-Man!

He was practically Marvel's rookie village receptionist!

"Who are you?"

Harry stepped forward, blocking Coulson from Zhang Yang and the other two. "What do you know?"

"Mammon, the Son of Hell."

Coulson repeated the name. "The son of Lucifer, the Demon King of Hell. We spent a long time investigating before we found out how he could descend into the human world."

"It is recorded in Chapter Seventeen of the Book of Corinthians in the Hell Bible."

Coulson's tone was filled with emotion. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed that Hell had its own Bible, one that described another vision of the apocalypse."

"What we want to hear is the method."

Harry frowned. This man who had suddenly appeared was a little too talkative.

"The method is..."

Coulson paused, then spoke each word clearly. "Mammon must first find an extremely powerful medium... someone like that lady."

Coulson gestured toward Angela with his chin. "To pass through the protective barrier, he also needs the help of a god..."

"Preferably one from Heaven."

After adding that, Coulson continued, "Then he needs an item... the Spear of Destiny."

"The Spear of Destiny?"

Harry made his presence known. "The spearhead of the Lance of Longinus that stabbed Jesus to death?"

"Yes."

Coulson nodded. "The spearhead that pierced Jesus, the Son of God, was stained with his blood. It can help Mammon pass through the protective barrier."

"Hell should have already obtained the Spear of Destiny."

Seeing everyone fall silent, Coulson dropped another bombshell. "That is precisely why I contacted you through Mr. Constantine."

"You learned of our existence through Constantine?"

Zhang Yang felt that something was off. "Did you come specifically to find us?"

"Yes."

Coulson nodded. "Once we learned of the consequences of this matter, we immediately began looking for a solution."

"Like that lady, we had heard of Mr. Constantine's reputation in the industry and went to great lengths to obtain his contact information."

Listening to Coulson, Zhang Yang kept feeling that something was wrong, but he could not figure out what it was.

"My part is finished."

Coulson took out a business card and handed it over. "If you need anything, call me anytime. We will do everything we can to help you."

Zhang Yang glanced at Harry and Mera. Seeing that neither of them intended to move, he had no choice but to take the card himself.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Intelligence Studio..."

Zhang Yang looked at the words on it and felt like laughing.

But after thinking it over, he put the card away.

Although this was a mixed world, S.H.I.E.L.D. probably did not have the ability or authority to monitor the entire globe. Still, as a massive organization, they should be able to help with certain minor or miscellaneous matters, right?

"Then I won't disturb you any longer."

Coulson waved to Zhang Yang and the others, then put on a pair of sunglasses before turning and leaving.

After the roar of a car engine sounded outside, Harry, Mera, and Angela all looked at Zhang Yang.

"You're looking at me like that..."

Zhang Yang was starting to crack, especially under Mera's large, watery eyes. They were so tender that ordinary people could never withstand them—at least, he could not. He raised his hands in surrender. "What do you want? Just say it."

Faced with Zhang Yang's words, the three exchanged glances but said nothing, continuing to stare at him with perfect tacit understanding.

Zhang Yang was utterly confused. Just as he was about to speak, the lights in the police station suddenly went out.

As darkness descended, the sounds of countless heavy objects hitting the ground rang out from outside almost simultaneously.

"Stay alert!"

Zhang Yang raised a hand and cast the Illumination Spell from Hogwarts, lighting up the entire morgue.

"They're Cursed Carrion Monsters!"

Harry recognized the Hellish creatures at a glance, and his expression changed. "How is this possible? How did they break through the barrier?"

"The souls of mortals!"

An eerie voice drifted in from outside. "Souls that sacrificed themselves for a lofty goal opened the passage to the human world."

"And even in death, they never knew that the hope summoned through the sacrifice of their souls came from Hell..."

"Demons?!"