Chapter 36:

Chapter 36:

As Coulson left the interrogation room, he caught up with Fang Mo and asked, "So, you're saying someone from Asgard will come looking for him later?"

Curiosity piqued, Coulson pressed further, "Do you know what kind of people they are? Will there be conflicts or clashes of divine power?"

Fang Mo replied directly, "If you're worried about conflicts, then just let him go."

Coulson hesitated, contemplating the situation. "But will there really be a conflict? The guy seems to have a decent character."

"Old Coulson, Nick Fury assigned this matter to you, not me," Fang Mo said, rubbing his forehead. He's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s benefactor, not someone specifically here to help them brainstorm ideas. "Besides, Nick Fury doesn't fully trust me either. Why should I bother with these thankless tasks? Am I doing it out of boredom?"

Coulson was left speechless, unsure how to respond.

"In any case, I'm going to study magic. Call me when we have some ancient warrior types of people showing up in town," Fang Mo declared before retreating into his room.

"Ancient warriors?" Coulson stood there, momentarily puzzled.

Before he could decipher the situation, the door swung open once again, and Fang Mo stuck his head out. "By the way, instruct your subordinates to bring me an ostrich capable of hatching eggs."

"Huh?" Coulson was genuinely confused.

Before he could inquire about the strange request, the door abruptly closed.

Coulson sighed and massaged his temples, feeling a headache. It appeared that despite the benefactor's generosity, his demands were indeed bizarre. Taking a deep breath, Coulson reached for the intercom.

"Calling headquarters, please respond."

"This is Coulson. I know it sounds outrageous, but it's an order. Please arrange and transport an ostrich capable of hatching eggs to Town, New Mexico, within half an hour..."

Despite his desire to hatch the dragon egg, Fang Mo found the idea of a grown man dedicating his days to egg-sitting utterly preposterous. Imagining Nick Fury's reaction, laughter would surely consume him.

Considering this, Fang Mo resolved to entrust the matter to the professionals, thus requesting an egg-hatching-proficient ostrich from Coulson. Thanks to his previous gesture of offering a gold ingot to Nick Fury, Fang Mo now enjoyed the unwavering support of S.H.I.E.L.D., their efficiency unparalleled.

Within a mere half-hour, an ostrich arrived at Fang Mo's room. His gaze fixated upon the nervous creature, unsettled by the sudden environment change and jarring transportation. The ostrich, with large eyes locked onto Fang Mo, intermittently spread its wings, displaying a hint of dominance.

Meanwhile, Fang Mo grappled with the conundrum of holding the precious Ender Dragon egg. Considering the ostrich's current state, he dared not entrust the hatching process to the creature. What if the egg accidentally met its demise? The resurrection of the Ender Dragon would necessitate a perilous journey to the End.

"Damn, I should have asked Coulson to bring an animal expert," Fang Mo lamented, helplessly massaging his forehead.

For now, he decided to await the ostrich's calm demeanor. On the other hand, he could experiment with other Minecraft items. Thus, he instructed his Stand, Steve, to retrieve a colossal purple blade resembling a door panel from the Alchemy Bag.

This massive blade, known as the Hellish Cleaver, stood as the most formidable weapon in the Tinker's Construct mod. Prior to embarking on his Marvel world expedition, Fang Mo had Steve forge two Hellish Cleaversone for himself and one for reality testing.

With a gentle stroke along the blade's back, Fang Mo initiated the reality testing. In an instant, a flash of white light confirmed the successful transition.

With a resounding thud, the gargantuan deep purple Hellish Cleaver struck the ground, startling the nearby ostrich, which squawked in alarm.

"It actually works," Fang Mo exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he retrieved the colossal blade.

The reality testing had intensified the Hellish Cleaver's potency. The blade spanned nearly two meters in length, several tens of centimeters in width, and possessed the thickness of a door panel. Its cutting edge, however, remained razor-sharp. Notably, the weapon consisted entirely of pure Hellish Cleaver alloy, rendering its weight unimaginable.

Even with his consumption of numerous Essence Berries, Fang Mo would still rely on the power of the Ender Hand Force Field to wield this weapon effectively.

With his newfound weapon in hand, Fang Mo indulged in playful testing and exploration. As the night waned, sleep beckoned Fang Mo, and he succumbed to its call. The following morning, as he caught up on rest, Coulson knocked on his door.

"Mr. Fang Mo, it appears that the warriors you mentioned have arrived."