In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 113 Washing Machine, you really are the Grim Reaper!

"This is my workshop."

Paracelsus smiled slightly: "Although I don't like violence, if you gentlemen want to do anything here, the self-defense system here is not something that can be easily dealt with."

Although he didn't know what the so-called "self-defense system" was, he understood the principle of not recklessly courting death in places he didn't understand, so he decisively lowered his hand, which he had slightly raised to touch the gun.

"Furthermore, while I understand your desire to gather as much information as possible, it would be best to keep the cameras hidden as well."

At this point, Paracelsus pointed to the bow tie on Conan's chest. Before coming here, Professor Agasa had installed a hidden camera and listening device on it, which meant that at this moment, Yusaku Kudo and the others were also watching this conversation from dozens of kilometers away.

Upon hearing this, Conan instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

But Paracelsus did not launch any attack; he simply snapped his fingers, causing the warehouse door to slowly open, providing an exit for the three of them.

Now that things have come to this, doing anything further would only invite further humiliation.

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So after a brief, polite farewell, the three left the magic workshop.

"Hmm—they left fairly cleanly."

A few minutes after Conan and his friends left, Paracelsus activated the alarm barrier that he had set up just hours earlier and carefully scanned the surrounding area. He didn't find any monitors or ambushers, who were probably in a more distant place. After all, they had a magic advisor (referring to Kuroba Toichi), so it was not surprising that they made the corresponding judgment.

"Never mind them, let's hurry up and get ready, we're about to do something big."

Mason walked to the area inside the workshop that was covered by a black cloth, casually tore the cloth off, and revealed what was inside.

It was a huge, pure black, gel-like object placed on the table. It was hemispherical and had no reflection, as if a piece of space had been directly ripped out.

Beneath the table was a rotating, glowing alchemical array with beautiful patterns and shapes, but unfortunately, it was covered with a large amount of broken flesh and blood, making the overall visual effect suddenly horrifying.

As soon as Mason stepped on it, the light energy in his body was quickly replenished.

He raised his hand, channeling the light energy within his body into his blood vessels, and after a brief moment of charging, fired a golden laser at the black gel—

Unlike the previous rough play at sea, this time the laser launch was much less dramatic. The entire finger wasn't blown to pieces; only the first knuckle was torn open, greatly reducing the gore.

Moreover, when the laser was applied to the black gel, it did not penetrate it completely; instead, it disappeared without any reaction, like a stone thrown into the sea.

It's obvious that Mason is leveling up his skill proficiency.

This black gel is an alchemical product with an absorption rate of almost 100% and considerable heat resistance. It was made for Mason by Paracelsus on the spot three hours ago and is now serving as his target. If the power is reduced, Mason's laser will not be able to penetrate it, and he can use the process to train himself.

The alchemy array is nothing special; it works the same as before, converting the energy of the Thor's Orb into light, only with reduced efficiency. It only activates when Mason stands on it, and roughly the size of a wireless charger.

Returning to his abilities, after repeatedly firing the laser multiple times, Mason had gained a considerable level of proficiency. Although the pain was still unavoidable, he had found a way to suppress it.

That's spraying pesticides.

Since pain is essentially just a neural response, can't I just find a way to block the nerve signals?

With so many years of development in pharmacology, there are countless drugs that can be used to block pain. Although the effect is certainly not as strong as the one provided by Kuroishi Kasumi, it will do for now.

As for the side effects of the drug—there's no need to talk about that with Mei. He even needs to slow down his regeneration to prevent the painkiller from being metabolized as soon as it's injected. Even if something goes wrong, he can just cut it off and let a new one grow.

This is called fully leveraging one's own strengths. Can others do that?

So, Mason tried all the anesthetics and painkillers he had on hand, and finally found that etorphine could barely suppress the pain of his cells exploding. Don't ask him where he got this stuff; the answer is the black market. In the Detective Conan universe, you can buy almost anything related to crime on the black market, from bombs, poisons, guns, and even human beings—here referring to hired assassins—so mere illegal drugs are naturally no problem.

Anyway, Konecki still had some gold coins left, so Mason spent the last two days either helping Paracelsus build a workshop or buying things on the black market.

Now, if all the contents of his stack storage were displayed, it would be enough to exchange for countless first-class merits in the police system. However, for those real arms dealers, it is still just a drop in the ocean, and they still need to work harder.

Putting everything else aside, the FBI knew that Mason had ordered so many dangerous products online, but they probably couldn't be bothered to mention this mere small arms and illegal drugs in their reports. They acted like they'd never seen anything like it before. If you ever get the chance to come to the US server, I'll show you what true vitality and burgeoning life really are.

In conclusion, with the support of modern pharmacology, Mason has tentatively found a way to reduce the pain. Although there are still many aspects that need to be adjusted, he can now ejaculate to his heart's content when he has sufficient energy and medication.

"However, speaking of which," Paracelsus said while busy with his work, "Master, how much of what you just said is actually true?"

"Ask about this?"

Hearing this, Mason was somewhat surprised, but it wasn't something he was ashamed of, so he immediately gave a direct answer: "There's basically no lying—although I was indeed covering up the truth, the reasons I gave were all true."

This surprised Paracelsus a bit. He had already thought that this Master might have a ruthless personality—would such a person say "being forced to choose sides is not a good thing"?

"You seem to have formed some strange impression of me."

Having roughly guessed what Paracelsus was thinking, Mason paused his shooting, raised an eyebrow, and said, "While I may not have much moral integrity, that doesn't mean I don't understand what respect is, does it?"

"Oh?"

"I value free will," Mason said. "I prefer to be with people who follow their own will rather than those who are burdened with heavy responsibilities and forced to make choices against their will—not that I dislike the former, but it's just a personal preference."

Paracelsus nodded; it wasn't some incomprehensible quirk.

"Like that famous detective who looked like a child just now, a big part of the reason I like him is because of his strong sense of justice." Mason smiled. "Although I'm not exactly a kind person, that doesn't stop me from liking good people like him. I also don't like to put people through tests of their beliefs like some people do, as if they can't feel right unless they're tormenting them."

"Master, it seems you've attacked quite a few of my colleagues—" Paracelsus retorted.

"In short, there's no problem that can't be solved right now, so why drag a good guy down to my level?" Mason said half-jokingly. "Besides, that kid has a bit of a dirty secret about him. Even I might run into trouble cooperating with him—the Grim Reaper Elementary School student isn't known for nothing!"

"Oh?" Paracelsus's eyes widened in surprise. "That's quite a fitting title—it suits his unique characteristics very well."

"Um?"

Mason frowned, his brow furrowing warily. "What do you mean by 'specificity'?"

"Master, don't you know? Then why would you give such a fitting title?"

Paracelsus stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment: "Hmm—in Eastern terms, Master, are you familiar with the concept of a 'lone star'?"

"Of course I know." Mason vaguely guessed what was going on. "You mean—?"

"That 'Death God Elementary School Student' is that kind of person."

Paracelsus said with a subtle expression, "When I was learning alchemy, I also came into contact with Eastern alchemy," and "I communicated with the people of the Mountain Court. They use a technique called 'qi observation,' which judges a person's future achievements by observing their 'fortune.' I also learned a little bit of it—how should I put it, that child's fortune is truly remarkable."

"What—what's wrong with this method?"

"Easterners might use the term 'a cursed star' to describe someone whose entire social circle has died in accidents, but compared to that child, that description is far too simplistic. It's practically a curse. Living in the same city or even country as him would likely increase the risk of accidental death or being murdered by several times, perhaps even ten times."

Paracelsus sighed, "Even I've never seen something like that before. If I couldn't tell that he was just a relatively strong young human on a physiological level, and there were no traces of divine power on him, I probably would have thought he was a walking Grim Reaper."

No, are you serious?

Mason was completely dumbfounded by this conversation. He thought that talking about the Grim Reaper elementary school student was just a joke, but he actually came up with a theoretical basis for it.

That's a bit outrageous, buddy.

"There's another question—"

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Paracelsus waited quietly for Mason to finish his shock before asking, "Does that child have any living relatives or friends with him?"

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Mason paused for a moment, then rubbed his temples and said, "The Grim Reaper Elementary School Student doesn't bring bad luck to those around him. The kind you're talking about is Kindaichi."

"Oh?" Paracelsus smiled knowingly. "I see. Is that so?"

"What?" Mason pressed.

"With that kind of fortune, if he wants to have living people constantly around him, it means he's carrying a [curse] while also enjoying a [blessing]." Paracelsus pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Many myths and legends feature such people, burdened by the curses or blessings of the gods, becoming unlucky or lucky, but that child's state seems to be [original]. That's truly remarkable. In a sense, he reminds me of Lady Sesshouin."

That's really awesome.

Upon closer reflection, while Paracelsus's statement was a bit exaggerated, it wasn't entirely outrageous. Compared to Sesshouin Kiara, who vowed to save all living beings, Conan Edogawa's personality was naturally not as malevolent. However, in terms of their nature, both were terrifying individuals capable of subtly influencing the world and transforming it into strange forms.

Upon closer reflection, Sesshouin Kiara's elaborate efforts amounted to nothing more than creating a cult, which was soon wiped out along with its religion by an unnamed Shirou Emiya. However, the Grim Reaper Elementary School student single-handedly and unknowingly raised the country's crime rate significantly, and no one even realized where the problem lay. In a sense, this is far more terrifying than the former.

Don't say Mason is slandering people. He actually checked Japan's crime rate a few days ago while he was in the bathroom. Guess what? Ever since Shinichi Kudo was born, the numbers have been hitting new highs year after year. Beika City is the worst affected. Although it hasn't reached the exaggerated level of the story of Mr. Hanzawa, it's almost affecting the normal functioning of society.

After all, what ordinary member of a normal society can easily buy poison and bombs on the black market?

The saying goes, "Where there is demand, there is a market." Who knows how those black market dealers make their fortunes?

Of course, jokes aside, Mason originally thought this might be a unique feature of this world, that the world gave birth to the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student. However, after hearing Paracelsus's explanation, this judgment seems to be a bit incorrect.

Surely—it couldn't be that Elementary School Grim Reaper created this world, could it?

Kudo-san, you're way more terrifying than me and Karasuma Renya!

"Unfortunately, I don't have access to the Mind Compass, so my understanding of the Qi Observation Magic is limited to theory."

Paracelsus shook his head regretfully. "If it were a magician skilled in feng shui, perhaps they could temporarily transfer the child's curse to their opponent through 'borrowing luck.' In that case, even if we did nothing, that person named Karasuma Renya would quickly die a violent death. That level of misfortune is a terrifying power that even gods would find difficult to resist; a mere demon would surely be no match for it."