Of course, although it was possible to use the rules reasonably to destroy the world, Quinn would never do this.
The foundation for him obtaining wish value was intelligent creatures.
As for intelligent creatures on Earth—apart from the Atlantean sea people, a small number of vampires, demons, and gods living in the world—they were only humans.
Not only would he not destroy the world, but he'd be the first to act when the world was in danger.
Not because of how great he was, but because of what he needed.
After that, the Ancient One asked many questions in succession.
Quinn answered truthfully when he could, and when he couldn't, he'd switch concepts or bypass the topic entirely.
The Ancient One's five hundred years of life experience told her that Quinn wasn't lying, and the magical instruments for detecting lies in the sanctuary confirmed he wasn't lying either. Though she could see Quinn had reservations on certain issues, because of the information gap and Quinn's future as a superhero, she was predisposed to believe he wouldn't deceive her about important matters. She simply assumed those concealments related to privacy the other party didn't want to mention—minor issues irrelevant to the bigger picture.
Little did she know, all of this had been deliberately orchestrated by Quinn.
He'd used the information gap to establish his identity as a future superhero, creating preconceived notions, then answered questions strategically. When Quinn had decided to let Muzan and the Twelve Kizuki loose, he'd already considered these issues and made preparations.
And everything had gone smoothly.
The Ancient One found no flaws.
After asking several more questions without getting the answers she wanted, she sent him back to Manhattan.
[Ding! You obtained 26,000 prayer points!]
"Truly worthy of being the Supreme Sorcerer and Master Mordo!"
Hearing the prompt in his mind, Quinn couldn't help but admire internally.
Only two people, without much emotional fluctuation, yet they'd provided so much prayer value.
"I really look forward to when you're shocked and moved!"
Quinn sighed inwardly, then immediately shifted his consciousness to Rui's side.
Unfortunately, the battle there was already over.
Five minutes earlier.
"That's it, isn't it!"
Seeing Blade's shocked expression, Rui knew he'd guessed correctly and couldn't help sneering. "My body is much harder than spider silk. You can't even cut through my silk—why do you think you can get close to me?"
Blade didn't speak. He drew his sword and retreated.
As he moved, the blade returned to its sheath and he drew his pistol, firing.
Rui didn't dodge, letting the bullets strike his body.
The modified large-caliber pistol was extremely powerful, leaving gaping holes in his body that was harder than steel.
But the bullets had barely penetrated his flesh—before they could exit through his back—when the wounds on the front had already healed completely.
Apart from his torn clothes, there were no visible injuries at all.
Blade's eyes widened like saucers, his expression full of disbelief.
This recovery ability far surpassed that of vampires.
"I have no choice!" Rui twisted a cat's cradle pattern in his hands, his face turning cold. "If you still won't agree, I'll have to capture you firmly, then force you to agree little by little."
As he spoke, Rui's hands seemed infected with blood, turning scarlet.
And this scarlet spread like a virus, dyeing the cat's cradle red along the spider silk.
Blade felt an even more oppressive and dangerous aura emanating from Rui.
He was very familiar with this aura.
Because he often released it himself.
Every time he hunted vampires, he'd release the hunter's aura that made prey tremble so badly they didn't dare resist.
"Wasn't this monster using full strength before?"
Blade was horrified.
"Blood Demon Art: Killing Eye Basket!"
Murderous intent burst forth. Rui's hands flicked, sending the cat's cradle flying. It wove an all-encompassing silk screen as it flew.
Then it tightened!
Boom!
The wall exploded.
Blade's figure vanished from the spot.
He'd fled, breaking through the wall before the web could fall.
Spider silk techniques combining powerful control and lethality, a hard body with high-speed regeneration, physical strength far surpassing ordinary humans, and close-combat skills that seemed formidable... Though Blade was ruthless, he was never reckless—he was an extremely calm fighter.
When the silver bullets couldn't suppress his opponent's healing factor, he knew this was a battle destined to be lost.
So he decisively abandoned the fight and ran.
[Ding! You obtained 4,000 prayer points!]
Looking at the prayer points Blade had contributed in the historical records, Quinn fell into deep thought.
Blade belonged to the same D-rank level as him. Theoretically, it should be difficult for someone at this level to provide so many wish points all at once.
Unless his emotional fluctuations were extremely intense.
"It seems Rui made a deep impression on him!" Quinn pondered.
People instinctively denied things beyond their understanding, dismissing them as impossible. But once those incomprehensible things appeared before them, they'd be dumbfounded.
The current Blade hadn't yet consumed blood. His strength was still weak. He hadn't destroyed the vampire empire, and he'd never fought his arch-nemesis Dracula.
His current knowledge of dark creatures was limited to ordinary vampires who didn't follow the vampire empire's rules and hunted humans outside.
And the level of those vampires...
To be honest, even an ordinary human army could handle them.
It was normal to feel shocked when suddenly encountering a demon like Rui, who belonged to the Twelve Kizuki.
"Such a high-quality customer can't be let go after just once. I need to find a way to let him learn more about the Demon King's power."
Although the Marvel world was full of superheroes and supervillains, it was still a world composed of 99% ordinary people. No matter how deep their emotional fluctuations, they could only provide very little prayer value.
But...
"Let's head back first. I can hold another lottery draw."
Quinn glanced at the nearly empty street, tightened his collar, and walked back.
S.H.I.E.L.D., Director's Office.
Coulson inserted the USB drive into the projector and pressed the switch.
Immediately, information appeared on the wall.
Coulson said, "Through surveillance video investigation, these fourteen people appeared near crime scenes more than once. They're our prime suspects."
Fury studied the information on the wall, his eyes narrowing.
Those were image files of fourteen Asians, each with distinctive features. Though wearing modern clothes, they had various decorations on their faces, hands, and pupils—highly individualistic.
"Have you identified who they are?"
"No." Coulson said. "I can't find any information on them. I don't know their names, origins, or family backgrounds. They only started appearing two months ago, showing up one after another in New York surveillance footage."
"Just like Quinn?"