Staring at the purple glow in his palm, Mo was stunned.
He had never thought that his Stand, Steve, could be used like this.
Due to the differences between the real world's rules and those of the Minecraft (MC) world, the Ender's Hand underwent a significant transformation after Mo touched it.
In the game, the Ender's Hand had very simple functions:
- Left-click dealt 6 damage.
- Right-click grabbed a block and threw it at enemies.
- Holding SHIFT + Right-click allowed teleportation.
But after Mo touched it, it was no longer just a game item.
It had become something that truly existed in reality.
It was almost unreasonable, as if Mo had made an impossible demand, and the world itself figured out a way to rationalize it.
Now, the transformed Ender's Hand had completely fused with Mo.
Whenever Mo willed it,
A purple glow would light up in his hand.
After a brief test, Mo discovered it was something like an energy field: it could enhance his punches, allow him to remotely grab objects,
And even teleport short distances if he wished.
"Holy crap… this is awesome..."
Clenching his fist, Mo was clearly excited: "This is way better than the Ender's Hand in MC."
After enjoying this success, Mo proceeded to transform some other items.
But he soon realized not everything could be transformed as perfectly as the Ender's Hand.
Take, for example, a stone pickaxe.
When Mo touched one, a flash of white light appeared and a crude pickaxe made of stone and wood materialized. But without MC's digging rules, the moment Mo tried tapping it against the ground, the tip shattered instantly.
He also tried transforming a torch.
The result was a real, burning torch.
Unlike in MC, this torch would eventually burn out, crumbling into a small pile of ash.
Thinking it over, Mo concluded that the issue lay with the real-world rules.
Items like pickaxes, torches, and food already existed in reality, so when transformed, they lost their special MC properties and became ordinary.
But the Ender's Hand was different.
It was something that simply didn't exist in the real world.
Thus, after being transformed, it could retain its abilities: grabbing objects, teleportation, enhancing punches, and so on.
"Looks like I shouldn't casually transform a glass sword..."
Having figured out the principle, Mo realized that if he tried to transform a glass sword, he might just end up with a plain glass stick, because glass exists in reality.
Which would be utterly useless.
"Forget it, let's get some food first."
Shaking his head, Mo paused his Stand ability testing and decided to check the fridge.
He had previously discovered while at the burger shop that his and Steve's hunger bars were linked — Steve could munch carrots to restore hunger, while Mo could eat real-world food to do the same.
Whenever one of them ate enough, the other would also feel full.
**Ding-dong!**
But before Mo could open the fridge, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Huh?"
Mo froze slightly.
Considering how remote his current house was, it was highly unusual for anyone to visit.
Opening the door curiously, Mo found a balding middle-aged man standing there.
"Hello, Mr. Mo,"
The man, dressed in a suit, looked quite approachable despite his worrying hairline. Smiling, he said, "My name is Phil Coulson. I'm with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"I bet Nick Fury makes you work overtime a lot."
Mo eyed Coulson and couldn't help teasing: "Looking at your poor hair situation, I feel like sprinkling bone meal on your head."
"...You know the Director?"
Coulson was a bit surprised — his intel hadn't said anything about Mo knowing so much about his boss.
"Come on, who doesn't know the legendary Motherfu—man?" Mo nodded, then waved him in: "Anyway, come in and have a seat."
"Alright."
Though full of questions, Coulson followed Mo inside.
Once inside, Coulson immediately began looking around — according to his intel, Mo was supposed to be some kind of Eastern mage. As a trained agent, gathering intel was part of his job.
But disappointingly, there were no magic circles, altars, or candles to be seen. The place was clean, not spotless, but certainly free of anything suspicious.
"Sit."
Mo lounged on the couch casually: "Didn't you say you had questions? Go ahead."
"We already know your general situation," Coulson began. "Why did you approach Stark? And what's the origin of your special abilities… or should I say, sorcery?"
"I told you, I'm a Stand user."
Mo shrugged: "This thing awakened naturally. It has many functions — even I don't fully understand them. It's kind of like a guardian spirit."
"Then why approach Stark…?"
"I just happened to run into him in the desert," Mo interrupted. "I'm not interested in his money or his crazy science. Honestly, he's an interesting guy. I don't mind having another friend."
"But Stark is the richest man in the world."
Coulson was obviously skeptical: "Your appearance is too mysterious. We have reason to suspect—"
"You know nothing."
Mo rolled his eyes and asked: "Have you heard of alchemy?"
"You mean... what, like Midas from Greek mythology?" Coulson asked.
Mo shook his head. The next moment, with a thought, Steve (invisible to Coulson) silently handed Mo a gold ingot. The pixelated ingot transformed upon touching Mo's palm — becoming a massive, grinding-stone-sized block of solid gold.
Since Coulson couldn't see the Stand,
From his perspective, Mo had just pulled a giant gold brick out of thin air.
"This is... gold?"
Coulson was stunned.
"Pure, over 99.99% solid gold," Mo said, placing it heavily on the floor, cracking the tiles beneath: "See? This is alchemy."
As a professional agent, Coulson's eye was sharp.
After inspecting it, he realized the gold brick was real — and massive — leaving him utterly shocked: "You... how did you do that?"
"Just Stand abilities, nothing to freak out about," Mo said smugly: "Like I said, I don't care if my friends are rich or not. Nobody's richer than me anyway, right?"
"..."
Coulson was speechless.
If Mo truly could create gold at will, no one on Earth would be richer. Just the gold brick he'd conjured could easily outweigh a lifetime of Coulson's salary.
"So, what about Stark's decision to shut down the weapons division?" Coulson asked, quickly regaining his professional composure. "You know Stark Industries supports a lot of people, and their weapons are top quality. If they collapse, even the military would be troubled..."
"That's Stark's own choice."
Mo replied: "His desert experience shattered his naive beliefs. He realized peace can't be achieved through weapon sales. As a proud genius, it makes sense he'd make that decision."
"I see."
Coulson nodded.
But before Coulson could ask anything else, Mo clapped his hands: "Alright, I'm hungry. Today's Q&A session is over."
As he said this, Mo waved his hand, and the door opened automatically — clearly a sign for Coulson to leave.
"..."
Coulson glanced at Mo wordlessly. Since he hadn't yet figured out Mo's full capabilities and personality, it wasn't wise to antagonize him. So, reading the room, he left.
Of course, before leaving, he discreetly planted a few surveillance devices.
Mo didn't notice Coulson's little tricks. But even if he had, he wouldn't care — he had already tested what he needed. There would be no leaks.
In truth, Mo's real goal was S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway.
According to the storyline, Nick Fury was currently recruiting people. After demonstrating some of his abilities, it was almost certain Fury would be interested.
Not that Mo wanted to join the Avengers or anything. He wasn't a good guy and could never be a superhero. Even when he killed terrorists in the desert, he had felt no emotion — as if he were merely clearing zombies in a video game.
Maybe this was Steve's influence.
But Mo didn't mind it.
He wasn't interested in repaying evil with kindness. To him, decisive violence was the real truth of the world. Only if you were strong enough would others be willing to sit down and reason with you.
He only sought out S.H.I.E.L.D. to make it easier for him to "get things done."
And just as he expected, a few days later,
He finally met the legendary Motherfu—Director himself.
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