Chapter 33: The Captured Reincarnator, Fury's Doubts
All reincarnators who purchased the Marvel Storyline Manual knew that beneath Senator Stern's public identity—
he was actually a high-ranking member of Hydra.
This deeply embedded Hydra official, hidden in the political world,
was like a juicy piece of meat, drawing the attention of reincarnators.
Although Senator Stern was weak—
just a greasy, ordinary middle-aged man—
his status and identity meant
he was certainly worth a large number of Reincarnation Points.
According to the rules of the Reincarnation Space, even if a reincarnator kills an ordinary person,
as long as that person is a named character in the trial world,
they will still be rewarded with generous points.
Because of this—
a manhunt for Senator Stern unfolded.
He was ambushed by reincarnators and died a miserable death on the spot.
And the culprit wasn't acting alone.
Many reincarnators had the same idea—
hoping to seize this rare opportunity.
But there was only one Senator Stern.
This "cake" could only be enjoyed by one,
and he was killed by the first reincarnator to arrive.
Immediately after—
that reincarnator became the new target of aggression.
The Reincarnation Space encouraged reincarnators to kill one another.
Killing another reincarnator guaranteed at least one item drop from their inventory.
So—
after killing Senator Stern,
the reincarnators turned on each other.
After all, they could all leave the world at any time.
And since they were all newcomers,
they lacked mental fortitude and battlefield experience.
It was like a battle royale game.
Most players start off focusing on development, avoiding conflict.
But when several happen to meet—
a bloody fight is inevitable.
They underestimated the dangers of this world.
The rookie reincarnators didn't expect—
that killing the senator would immediately alert both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra,
prompting them to dispatch a combined task force.
Crossbones from Hydra,
alongside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents Hawkeye and Black Widow,
were sent into action together.
A Quinjet transported this elite unit to the battlefield at lightning speed to capture the fighting reincarnators.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents quickly surrounded them.
"Crap, we're surrounded! Get out!"
The faster reincarnators immediately activated their return protocols—
their bodies faded like illusions, narrowly escaping disaster.
But those who were a bit slower—
were struck by tranquilizer darts fired with pinpoint accuracy.
They blacked out—
collapsed on the spot, and fell unconscious.
What awaited these reincarnators
was the cold, hard interrogation chamber of S.H.I.E.L.D.
In that cold room—
harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead,
casting flickering shadows across the walls like a cage.
The steel walls were as cold as ice,
and the air reeked of disinfectant.
A long-haired man—
his eyelashes trembled as he forced open his eyes,
his pupils shrinking violently under the light.
Clang!
He instinctively tried to struggle,
only to find his limbs chained tightly to the interrogation chair.
Cold metal pressed against his skin,
and every movement only made the chains grind louder.
The tranquilizer was still working—
its effects crawling through his veins like parasites,
draining even the strength to lift a finger.
"Damn it! How could a bunch of lowly natives capture me…"
The long-haired man cursed silently.
He was one of the reincarnators captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.
because he reacted too slowly.
He looked up and caught a glimpse of a shadow—
A stunning female agent stood by the wall.
Her fiery red curls blazed like flames,
contrasting sharply with her sleek black suit.
She leaned against the wall,
idly twirling a dagger that gleamed with cold light,
her icy eyes fixed on the man.
Beside her—
a machine with glowing blue lights hummed steadily.
"Female agent!"
The man's heart skipped a beat.
At first, he'd planned to escape to the Reincarnation Space after a quick blow.
But now, he suddenly didn't want to leave.
He wanted to see how S.H.I.E.L.D. would handle him.
A strange anticipation welled up inside him.
He swallowed nervously—
his throat bobbing slightly.
Excitedly, he thought:
"Could this be Black Widow, one of the Avengers?"
Then what's next…
Could it be the classic 'interrogation by the femme fatale' scene?
Even if he was the one being interrogated—
this long-haired reincarnator clearly had some repressed desires.
The thought of being punished by a sexy secret agent
sparked a twisted kind of excitement in him.
His imagination drifted to more… unconventional scenarios,
and a strange grin crept onto his lips.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not your interrogator."
But Natasha Romanoff had seen it all.
She instantly read his thoughts—
and her voice was as cold as frost.
Before she even finished speaking—
Boom!
The metal door burst open, and an imposing figure entered with suffocating pressure.
Nick Fury.
The one-eyed director of S.H.I.E.L.D. stepped inside,
his long black coat flaring as he moved with calm authority.
Behind him were two massive agents—
muscles bulging like stone, eyes sharp like wolves.
The long-haired man's smile instantly froze.
His expression twisted.
He definitely didn't want to be tortured by Nick Fury and these two muscle-bound giants.
"I'm really curious—
what exactly are you people? Aliens?
Or something even more dangerous?"
Without preamble, Fury asked bluntly as he entered.
His one eye was like a blade,
glaring straight into the reincarnator with overwhelming pressure.
At those words—
alarm bells rang in the long-haired man's mind.
These "natives" had clearly realized the reincarnators' presence—
and confirmed they were not of this world.
That meant—
his interest in staying in the Marvel universe was completely gone.
His eyes shifted—
and inspiration struck as he recalled Marvel plot details.
Drawing out his tone deliberately,
he left them a "final warning" before escape.
"Since you asked so sincerely…
then I'll be generous enough to tell you."
"I am the envoy of the great Creator, Mr. Richards!
Your era has already been claimed by the Creator.
He will soon descend and rule over all of you!"
The man laughed maniacally.
His laughter echoed in the chamber—
filled with mockery and theatrical bravado.
Taking advantage of the stunned silence—
he quickly activated the Reincarnation Space return program.
In a flash—
a beam of light engulfed him.
The metal chains disintegrated inch by inch.
When the light faded—
all that remained on the interrogation chair were broken shackles.
The room was now empty.
Only Nick Fury stood in silence,
deep in thought.
"Looks like even the Tesseract's power
isn't enough to restrain these guys."
Fury's face was grim
as he calmly shut down the glowing blue machine.
Decades ago—
Howard Stark recovered the Tesseract from the Arctic.
After S.H.I.E.L.D. absorbed Hydra's scientists and research,
they resumed studying the artifact.
The strange machine with the blue glow
was developed using the Tesseract's power.
It was called a Spatial Inhibitor—
capable of restricting nearby spatial activity like teleportation and jumps,
mainly designed to prevent alien fleets from launching surprise attacks.
Twenty years ago—
a Kree warship had jumped across space and arrived at Earth in an instant.
That incident had left a deep impression
on a younger Nick Fury.
After taking over S.H.I.E.L.D.,
he had prioritized space tech—
and the Spatial Inhibitor was soon developed.
Yet this device, powerful enough to block interstellar fleets,
had no effect on these strange beings.
The long-haired man wasn't the only case—
S.H.I.E.L.D. had captured five reincarnators in total.
But sadly, without exception—
all of them vanished in the blink of an eye.
Not only that—
each one left behind some kind of "final words" before disappearing.
And the content was always different.
The long-haired man just now spoke of a "Creator named Richards."
The four before him
mentioned:
God-King Doom,
Eternal Titan Thanos,
Mr. Terrible, and
the Annihilator.
Each name was completely unfamiliar to Fury—
leaving him with more questions than answers.
Who the hell are these people?