Allen Walker was also stunned, looking at the purple faint light in his palm.
He never thought that his Stand, Steve, could be played like this.
Due to the different rules of the real World compared to the Minecraft World, the Ender Hand's properties changed significantly after Allen Walker touched it.
In the game, the Ender Hand's function was actually very simple.
Left-click dealt 6 damage, right-click picked up a block and threw it at an enemy, and holding SHIFT + right-click allowed the player to teleport.
But after being touched by Allen Walker, this thing was no longer a game item.
Instead, it became something that truly existed in reality.
This was actually very unreasonable, feeling as if Allen Walker had made an unreasonable request, and then let the World's rules figure out how to transform it into something relatively reasonable.
Now, the transformed Ender Hand had completely merged with Allen Walker.
As long as Allen Walker willed it.
A purple faint light would glow on his hand.
Allen Walker tested it slightly and found that it was probably a type of energy field, which could not only increase the power of his punch but also be used to move objects from a distance.
He could even perform short-range teleportation if Allen Walker wanted to.
"Holy crap... this is too awesome..."
Allen Walker clenched his fist, clearly a little excited: "This is much easier to use than the Ender Hand in MC."
After getting a taste of the benefits, Allen Walker successively transformed some other items.
However, facts proved that not everything could be transformed into Allen Walker's ideal form like the Ender Hand.
Take a Stone Pickaxe, for example.
Allen Walker touched a Stone Pickaxe, and then a White light flashed, and a Pickaxe made of stone and wood really appeared in front of him, but after losing the mining rules in MC, Allen Walker merely used this Stone Pickaxe to hit the ground once, and the Pickaxe tip immediately flew off.
Besides that, Allen Walker also tried a Torch.
The result was a burning Torch in his hand.
This Torch also lost the rule of never extinguishing in MC, and after burning for a period of time, it gradually turned into a small pile of ashes.
Allen Walker thought about it and felt that the problem still lay with the World's rules.
Things like Stone Pickaxes, Torches, or various foods, because these things already existed in reality, they lost their MC characteristics after transformation and became ordinary items commonly seen in the real World.
But the Ender Hand was different.
You see, this thing originally did not exist in the real World.
It was precisely because of this that the Ender Hand could reasonably retain its original ability settings after being transformed, such as being able to grab objects, teleport, or increase the power of a punch.
"It seems I can't casually transform Glass Swords now."
After understanding the principle behind this, a hint of realization also dawned on Allen Walker.
According to the logic of this transformation characteristic, if he transformed a Glass Sword, it was very likely that due to the existence of glass in the real World, he would directly receive a polished glass rod.
Allen Walker said that he would have no use for that thing.
"Forget it, let's eat something first."
Shaking his head, Allen Walker temporarily put aside the test of his Stand ability and prepared to check the refrigerator instead.
This was also a characteristic Allen Walker had only understood at the burger shop earlier: his and Steve's hunger were shared. Steve could eat carrots to restore hunger, but at the same time, Allen Walker could also eat real World meals to fill his hunger.
Whether it was Steve or Allen Walker, as long as either one was full, the other would also feel full.
"Ding-a-ling!"
However, before Allen Walker could open the refrigerator, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Hmm?"
Hearing the doorbell, Allen Walker was slightly taken aback.
You see, the house he lived in was actually very remote, so normally no one would disturb him.
Opening the door with some confusion, Allen Walker found a middle-aged man with a receding hairline standing outside.
"Hello, Mr. Allen Walker."
The man outside was wearing a suit. Although his hairline was a bit concerning, his demeanor was very approachable. At this moment, he smiled at Allen Walker: "My name is Phil Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I'm here to consult you about some matters."
"I bet Nick Fury often makes you work overtime."
Allen Walker scrutinized Coulson in front of him and couldn't help but complain: "With your pathetic amount of hair, I can't help but want to sprinkle some bone meal on your head."
...You know the Director?
Hearing this, Coulson was also a little surprised. The intelligence didn't say that the other party knew his superior so well.
"The famous Motherfucker Man, who doesn't know him?" Allen Walker nodded, then greeted: "Anyway, come in and sit down first."
Alright.
Although full of questions, Coulson still followed the other party inside.
As soon as he entered the house, Coulson looked around. After all, according to the intelligence, this guy was supposed to be some kind of Eastern Wizard, and as an Agent, collecting intelligence was his job.
Unfortunately, he didn't see anything like magic circles, altars, or candles. The entire house, though not spotless, was very clean, with nothing suspicious.
Sit down.
Allen Walker sat on the sofa, looking casual: "Didn't you say you wanted to consult me about something? You can ask now."
"We already know your specific situation." Coulson asked: "What is your purpose in approaching Stark? And how did your special abilities... or rather, witchcraft, come about?"
"I already told you I'm a Stand User."
Allen Walker spread his hands: "This thing is something I naturally awakened. It has many functions, and I can't explain it myself. In short, it's a kind of guardian spirit-like thing."
"Then your approach to Stark..."
"I just happened to encounter Stark in the desert." Allen Walker interrupted: "I'm not interested in his money or his strange scientific technologies. Rather, he's quite interesting as a person, and I don't mind having him as a friend."
"But Stark is the richest man in the World."
Coulson was clearly a little disbelieving: "Your appearance is too mysterious. We have reason to suspect..."
"You know nothing."
Allen Walker rolled his Byakugan and asked: "Have you heard of alchemy?"
"What is that...?" Coulson, of course, hadn't seen it: "Is it what I understand? Midas from Greek mythology?"
Allen Walker shook his head, and the next second, with a slight thought, Steve, standing silently behind him, pulled out a gold ingot and handed it to him. The pixelated gold ingot instantly transformed into a giant gold brick as big as a millstone the moment it touched Allen Walker's palm.
Because Coulson couldn't see the Stand.
So, from his perspective, Allen Walker himself conjured a gold brick out of thin air.
"This is... gold?"
Coulson couldn't help but be stunned.
"Genuine, solid gold brick with over 99.99% purity." Allen Walker placed the gold brick on the floor, directly causing several cracks in the tiles: "See? This is the legendary alchemy."
As an Agent, Coulson's eyesight was still very good.
He checked the gold brick and found that it was indeed a genuine solid gold brick, so he couldn't help but show a shocked expression: "You... how did you do this?"
"Just a Stand ability, nothing to be surprised about."
Seeing Coulson's surprised expression, Allen Walker smiled triumphantly: "So I said, I never care if my friends have money, because they can't possibly be richer than me, right?"
...
Hearing Allen Walker's statement, Coulson didn't know what to say.
If the other party really possessed alchemy, then no one in this World would be richer than him. That single gold brick just now weighed at least several hundred pounds; it felt like his entire life's salary was just a fraction of that gold brick.
"Then do you have any insight into Stark's decision to close his weapons division?"
Being an Agent, Coulson quickly adjusted his mindset: "You know, Stark Industries employs a lot of people, and their weapons are of very good quality. If they go out of business, even the military will probably have a headache..."
"That's Stark's own decision."
Allen Walker said: "The desert trip shattered his long-held naive illusions. He realized that bringing peace with weapons was unreliable, so he no longer wanted to sell weapons. After all, he's a proud genius... making such a decision is reasonable, isn't it?"
Is that so?
Coulson subconsciously nodded.
However, before Coulson could think of the next question, Allen Walker suddenly clapped his hands: "Alright, I'm hungry. Today's Q&A ends here."
After saying that, Allen Walker directly waved his hand, and the door suddenly opened automatically, clearly indicating that it was time for the guest to leave.
...
Coulson looked at Allen Walker with a bit of speechlessness. Without understanding the other party's true strength and personality, their relationship couldn't be too strained. Since the other party didn't want to talk anymore, he could only wisely leave.
Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to secretly leave a few small gadgets.
Allen Walker wasn't aware of Coulson's little tricks, but he had already tested most of what he needed to, so he wouldn't expose anything.
In fact, his target was originally S.H.I.E.L.D. According to the plot, Nick Fury, the head of the Agents, was currently forming a team. After he slightly demonstrated some abilities, how could the other party not be interested?
Of course, Allen Walker didn't actually want to join the Avengers or anything. After all, he wasn't a good person and certainly couldn't be a superhero. In fact, when he killed those Terrorists in the desert earlier, there was no ripple in his heart, as if they were just Zombies in a game.
Allen Walker wasn't sure if this was the influence Steve had on him, but he didn't dislike it.
Repaying evil with good was too advanced for Allen Walker; he couldn't learn it. In his view, perhaps decisive action was the true principle of the human World. As for fighting violence with violence, as long as you were strong enough, others would be willing to sit down and reason with you.
He sought out S.H.I.E.L.D. simply to make it easier to cause trouble.
And the fact was just as Allen Walker had expected: after waiting a few days, he indeed met the Motherfucker Man as he wished.