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

The most outspoken of them all, Jonathan the Human Torch, blinked his eyes, which shone with over six hundred lumens of light, and then lowered his voice to ask Reed, who was standing in front of him, "How do you deal with this type? Do you have any experience talking to 'aliens'?"

"this……"

Reed glanced back at him with the same look he'd received when asked, "Master, what do you do for a living?"

If you ask whether anyone on Earth has ever seen aliens, the answer is yes, and that person is listening to this conversation through Tony's communication channel—

Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., nicknamed "Damn it" by fans, contacted Tony Stark and the Fantastic Four immediately after speaking with Carter ten minutes earlier, and ordered the troops at Fort Drum military base to begin preparing for an attack.

After discussing it with Tony, he used the communication equipment on his Iron Man suit to monitor the situation from inside S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Fuck!"

The moment Nick heard Mason utter the alien declaration, he couldn't help but swear.

He didn't believe such explosive claims without evidence, but he immediately recalled the days in the last century when he went on adventures with Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) to fight those shapeshifting aliens—and of course, that damn orange cat.

More recently, there was the blond man who appeared in the desert a few years ago claiming to be an alien prince, and a group of Skrulls hiding on Earth… For S.H.I.E.L.D., third-kind encounters are nothing new, and even if another alien prophet were to appear now…

No, it's still very important.

My left eye, which I hadn't felt for many years, started to ache again.

Driven by a sense of urgency, Nick grabbed the microphone and said somewhat urgently to Tony, "Stark, be careful. Whether what she's saying is true or false, let's try to get more information by talking to her further."

"I have no obligation to take orders from S.H.I.E.L.D."

The moment Tony heard that commanding tone, his rebellious streak kicked in, and he immediately retorted, but then quickly realized what he meant: "Wait, I've never heard you speak like that before—what's going on? Do you really believe in aliens?"

"..."

"Hey, what do you mean?" The brief silence on the other end immediately made Tony think of something terrifying. "Don't tell me you guys have actually seen aliens!"

"Isn't this the time for idle chatter?"

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Madam Fuck immediately changed the subject, but this seemed a bit like protesting too much. Tony was so intimidated by this attitude that his hair stood on end. Just as he was about to press for answers, Mason's next words caught his attention.

"Indeed, such statements have little credibility with you."

Mason adopted an indifferent demeanor, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said, "Whether you listen or not is entirely up to you. I'm just issuing a warning from an outsider's perspective, and what happens after that is none of my business."

"Who would understand this...?"

"Johnny, wait a minute."

Just as Jonathan was about to make a rash move, the Invisible Woman Susan reached out and stopped him. She then took a few steps forward and said gently, "Instead of arguing about the truth of the matter, we should first thank you for saving the 640 citizens in the hospital."

"Don't get me wrong, I have no interest in saving people. It's just that those ninjas were trying to attack me indiscriminately, so I chose to fight back."

Mason replied calmly.

At that moment, only five minutes remained of the manipulation time limit.

...Looks like I need to hurry up and finish this show of bravado, then fly away like Ultraman to escape.

But at that moment, a voice with a slightly sly smile suddenly rang in his mind.

"The guest seems to be having a lot of fun, but I have to remind you that you only have five minutes left to control me."

Mason, who was in a ward at Hyde Medical Center, immediately widened his eyes.

The voice was familiar, because he had been speaking in that voice just a moment ago—Baksim's disguised tone.

This method of communication was similar to that of using the Book of Mercenaries, so Mason grasped the key points effortlessly and replied with a single sentence.

"Are you... Baksim?"

"That's right, that's me!" the female voice replied cheerfully. "However, I also have a name that can be used in Earth's civilized world—Kuroishi Kasumi. If you don't mind, you can just call me Kasumi."

—The way she speaks has a kind of anime-like beauty, but considering that tokusatsu is also an integral part of anime, this kind of performance is not surprising.

But the strange thing is... according to the claim of a meat processing plant director from the Land of Light who wishes to remain anonymous, the super beast should be a combat weapon devoid of humanity and pain, whose only purpose is to fight to the death. How could it possibly speak in such a cute anime girl tone?

Could it be a special modification made by the Yapool for the mercenary market? After all, a super beast whose mind is full of killing and smashing might not be suitable for positions like bodyguard or mercenary. Optimizing the product according to the sales scope is indeed an excellent choice to open up sales channels—in fact, this Bakshim is several levels stronger than the one in Ace TV in all aspects. It should be a product that has been upgraded more than once.

However, this unexpected development did not cause Mason's brain to shut down. After a moment's thought, he realized that this might be a good thing.

Because thought processes communicate much faster than words, he quickly conceived the question and conveyed it: "I understand. Time is of the essence, so I'll get straight to the point—according to the agreement, after your free-manipulation period ends, you will remain with me for the next month until you receive your payment, right?"

"That's right."

Baksim… or as she suggested, Black Stone Mistletoe, sent a cheerful thought to Mason: “That level of heat is considered an opening discount. I hope you pay quickly and maintain good credit; there will be more discounts on future transactions.”

That's true. 1.3 × 10^21 joules of heat may be an astronomical figure for humans, but for super beast rental, it's even a losing proposition. If Heishi Xiayu maintains a high-intensity battle during this half hour, the calories she consumes will be far more than that. It's definitely a discount for new customers.

"Well then, I have a question—" Mason pressed, "If I need your help again this month, or even if I need to extend my employment—is that a viable deal?"

He had originally planned to contact the Yapool directly through the Book of Mercenaries to ask questions, but since Kuroishi Kasumi could communicate with her, it would be the easiest way to start.

"Ah ha~ the guest is really clever."

Without even a second's hesitation, Kuroishi Kasumi immediately gave the answer in a cheerful voice: "This kind of business... of course, can be done."

"!"

Upon hearing this, Mason immediately woke up: "Please specify the price."

"If you need my power during this month, you'll have to pay three times the amount of heat I consume afterward," she said in a customer service-like manner. "If you want to extend your employment, you can use heavy elements, living organisms with special abilities, or biomass as currency. The specific price depends on the term. If you, my customer, intend to buy my free use rights permanently, you only need to pay 900,000 tons of radioactive elements, or other things of equal value."

"..."

Good heavens, the first thing he said was a price that could fill a pie chart of Earth's uranium reserves.

But if you're asking whether it's expensive or not... well, it doesn't seem so.

At least Mason was certain that if any major power knew that such a deal existed in the world, they would sell everything they owned, or even wage war to seize resources from other countries, just to buy it all—no kidding, the Super Beasts are genuine biological weapons that can be used in interstellar warfare, and their technological sophistication is far superior to that of Earth. Even a scrap of skin from one of their feet would be enough for biologists around the world to study day and night for countless years.

In comparison, a mere 900,000 tons of heavy elements... even if all of them were made into nuclear bombs, wouldn't be enough to even scratch the surface of Earth. Compared to the value of the super beasts, it's utterly insignificant.

and many more……

Damn it, isn't this dumping products and plundering resources?