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

Let's rewind the time by a few seconds.

On the rooftop of Fitz Apartments, intensely red flames, almost tangible, surged toward Mason like a tidal wave.

The thermal radiation readings indicate that these flames have a temperature close to 10,000 degrees Celsius, more than three times stronger than the instantaneous pillar of fire just now. The strange color seems to represent some unclear magical effects. Just in case, the best course of action would be to immediately dodge by jumping or launch a fire counterattack, but in that case, the battle area would no longer be limited to these few hundred square meters.

Ten thousand degrees Celsius is roughly equivalent to taking a warm bath for a super beast, but for an ordinary human, it's an instant death upon contact... no, a terrifying temperature that would cause severe burns even from a distance.

Although I have no emotional connection with these strangers, I chose this place to fight precisely to avoid unnecessary casualties from the aftermath.

So, play it cool.

So, just before the flames reached him, Mason straightened his chest and pulled in his stomach, taking a long, deep breath.

It's like a sudden storm sweeping across flat ground—

Hundreds of kilograms, or even nearly a ton, of atmosphere were sucked into Baksim's body like stones falling into a lake—along with the massive crimson flames.

"What?!?!"

The beast was instantly terrified.

If the other party had walked out unharmed from the flames, or launched an attack to neutralize or even suppress it, it could understand. But this kind of response—like swallowing a piece of pastry and directly sucking the fire away with its mouth—was something it never expected.

While the ability to absorb an opponent's attacks and use them for one's own is not uncommon, it can still tell the difference between using special abilities and simply sucking in attacks with lung capacity—what the hell is this monster?!

"Well……"

If you ask Mason how he feels, he'll answer... "My stomach feels a little warm."

As expected, this flame does not only kill by high temperature, but also has an additional effect similar to strong acid corrosion. If extracted alone, it may have properties close to or even surpassing those of fluorosulfonic acid, and ordinary carbon-based structures will be decomposed and destroyed in an instant.

However, the Super Beast is clearly not a proper carbon-based life form. This level of attack can only slightly damage the walls of its internal organs—to put it bluntly, it feels less powerful than... a salted egg superman coming over and slapping it across the face.

Then, Mason stepped forward and rushed to the beast's side with lightning speed, clenched his fist, and swung it down hard!

The beast's pupils constricted, and it raised its hand to block.

boom!

The muscle and skeleton, with strength comparable to carbon fiber and alloys, were instantly bent. The beast howled in pain, its lower limbs, used to absorb the impact, leaving a dense spiderweb-like crack on the rooftop. It looked as if it was about to collapse along with the floor slab, but Mason immediately changed his fist into a claw, grabbed a piece of his opponent's tough muscle, and hurled it upwards—

The combat test achieved part of its purpose—that if you don't want to destroy entire urban areas, you have to pay attention to the direction of your attacks, or it's best to avoid fighting on the ground.

After watching the beast's body fly hundreds of meters into the air like an arrow, Mason raised his hands, deactivated the missile launcher's mimicry, locked onto the beast in its high-speed motion, and fired two missiles that were at their most powerful in mimicry mode. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out the magical flames he had just swallowed, which he had gathered into a fireball.

"!!!"

The beast, adjusting its posture mid-air, sensed the danger. But unlike the toy missiles fired in the hospital, this one was a high-end weapon with supersonic acceleration, precise target acquisition, and explosive power comparable to a thermobaric bomb. There was no way to dodge it; the only option was to face it head-on.

Could a beast do that?

Absolutely! Absolutely!

In the shortest amount of time, it spread its arms, accumulating a large amount of hellish secret energy on its body surface, instantly increasing its defense by several orders of magnitude, and its body became more robust—this is the advantage of magic. As long as the mana bar is not depleted, a creature like it can easily display a diversity of abilities that are incomparable to those of a superhuman with limited skills.

As the missile and fireball struck their target, a massive, dazzling fireball rose into the sky above New York City. Because Mason had adjusted the propellant ratio according to the instruction manual, he wasn't blinded by the light—as for the technical details… well, you should mind your own business with the Yapools.

The fireball quickly deformed and expanded into the shape of a mushroom cloud. The accompanying shockwave stirred up a brief gale. Countless windows were shattered on the spot due to the change in atmospheric pressure. Within several blocks, after the loud, thunderous explosion subsided, the sirens of numerous vehicles began to sound incessantly.

Tens of thousands of New Yorkers looked up in horror at the sky above the Fitz Apartments, and a single thought rose neatly in their minds—

Who's stirring up trouble this time?!

"Um……"

Mason, the one who started all this, stroked his chin on the cracked rooftop and muttered to himself, "The scene seems a little too big... but it's fine, a louder voice is better for greeting people."

He shrugged, waited for two seconds, and then saw something inconspicuous fall out from the side of the mushroom cloud—it was the beast, now much larger.

Its body had large areas of charred marks, but it did not appear to be fatal, and the marks had already begun to heal during the fall.

Mason raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Based on its body's hardness, two missiles plus a fireball would have been enough to burn its entire body to ashes.

Does the demon have resistance to high-temperature damage? Or is there some kind of magic used for defense?

As he made his guess, Mason leaped, completely destroying the already riddled rooftop floorboards. This near-sonic leap covered hundreds of meters in an instant; the super beast's precise calculations allowed Mason to intercept it before it landed.

The latter clearly noticed Mason's arrival and immediately unleashed two high-temperature fireballs in an attempt to intercept him. However, he ignored them and charged straight at the beast, grabbing its ankle and using his free hand to breathe fire and provide a counterforce. In mid-air, he turned and hurled the beast towards the direction of Fitz's apartment.

Immediately afterwards, he breathed fire from his hands, creating a small explosion in mid-air that sent him flying back as well.

Baksim is great in every way except that he can't fly, so he can only achieve aerial maneuvering in this awkward way.

Then, the beast crashed into the Fitz apartment building like a meteorite, instantly piercing through six floors and falling from the rooftop all the way to the basement. Before it could even stand up, Mason jumped in through the hole it had created—and landed like a superhero.

"Not bad in terms of presence," he said casually, hands in his pockets, "but it seems his strength isn't quite there yet."

Stop pretending!

The beast roared in near-furious rage, "Was that your ultimate move? Too bad! It was completely useless against me!"

Even an ordinary person could tell from his bluster that he was just putting on a brave front and trying to bolster his confidence.

Mason simply typed a question mark.

Is it... a secret technique?

According to the data, although the missiles launched in the mimicry state are much weaker, they also have the advantage of energy saving. If Mason can keep flying this Baksim Gundam, this level of attack can be fired at a rate of five per second for a whole day without taking a breath. It is a level that is even an understatement to call it a normal attack.

That's how super beasts are. Belaucon, who truly uses missiles as her specialty, is set up to be able to fight against the firepower of the entire Earth on her own. Baksim is nothing compared to that. Her real specialty is actually fire and destructive beams—she can even slightly counter Ultraman. Unfortunately, she can't use them casually here. If she doesn't control them properly, it won't just be this apartment building that's doomed.