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"In that case, we'd better begin preparations. Where is Steve Rogers now?" Shen He asked, his gaze sharpening as the implications began to settle.
Originally, he intended to wait until the aftermath of the Devil's Forbidden War to move forward with certain plans. But now, that timeline was collapsing. The battlefield had spilled across dimensions, and time was a luxury they no longer had.
"Captain Rogers is currently leading a suppression mission against Hydra remnants on the Eastern Front," Coulson replied, smiling with professional calm. "He's been spearheading the counteroffensive personally."
"Send word to him. Tell him I'm prepared to fulfill my promise—to help him find Bucky," Shen He stood decisively. "Also, book two seats on the earliest flight to India. No delay. That big guy's situation is deteriorating fast."
Coulson gave a short nod and left swiftly.
Turning to Jarvis, Shen He instructed, "Send Tony the keyword: 'Plan Initiated.'"
The AI responded immediately: "Received. Tony acknowledges. Preparing auxiliary support."
In the background, the global conflict triggered by the Devil's Forbidden War had plunged the world into a state of anxious militarization. Superpower alliances were strained, and defense budgets had tripled. Amid the chaos, Shen He's multi-world strategy for stabilizing the Marvel Realm needed to accelerate.
Within hours, Coulson had everything arranged. Only Shen He and Violet boarded the flight to India.
He brought Violet along for one simple reason—a man traveling with a daughter was far less suspicious than a lone adult male in the current climate.
"Violet, during this trip, don't call me Master. You'll call me 'Dad.' Understood?" he whispered as they boarded.
"Yes, Father," Violet replied with soft obedience, her head slightly bowed.
The improvements in her nutrition and the spiritual enhancements from Chaldea's training were becoming more evident. She now wore a pristine white Braggy dress, tied with a soft red ribbon at the waist. Her waist-length golden hair shimmered with vitality, and her poised demeanor resembled a noble child from another world. Her bearing—graceful and slightly distant—was like something drawn from a fairytale.
"Dad, that young lady is really pretty," came a voice nearby.
Turning his head, Shen He noticed a small girl in a bright floral kimono boarding with her father and several men in tailored black suits. There was a cold, dangerous air around the men. Hardened killers, no doubt.
Yakuza? The thought sparked instantly. Shen He recalled Coulson's intelligence briefing from yesterday. If this was what he suspected…
That plane was headed directly for India.
The girl tugged her father toward the adjacent seats—directly across from Shen He and Violet. She was perhaps eight or nine years old and stared at Violet with unabashed curiosity and awe.
"Forgive my daughter's behavior," said her father, eyes briefly widening with intrigue upon seeing Violet. "She's not usually so forward."
"No offense taken." Shen He smiled politely and extended a hand. "Shen He. I'm from China. This is my daughter, Violet. May I ask your name?"
"Yukiji Ikeda. And this is Miyo," the man responded, shaking Shen He's hand.
In the first-class cabin, apart from their groups, no one else had boarded. Given the recent Gamma-level outbreak in India, few civilians were willing to go near the region—especially after the Banner Event this morning.
"Uncle, why is your daughter's hair color different from yours?" Miyo asked, tilting her head innocently. The question was the same that Yukiji Ikeda himself had wanted to ask.
"Because her mother was blonde," Shen He answered with a mischievous grin, amused by the child's simplicity.
Ikeda didn't push the topic further, though a faint doubt lingered in his expression. Violet clearly wasn't biracial, yet nothing about her presence suggested something illicit. Her noble aura was simply...inexplicable.
"You two heading to India for business or vacation?" Ikeda inquired, raising a brow. "Honestly, not a great travel destination right now. If not for obligations, I'd never bring my daughter there."
"You're referring to the Hulk, right?" Shen He asked, glancing at his phone as a smirk tugged at his lips. "I've had a run-in with that one. I used to work with Dr. Samuel Stern at the Gamma Biophysics Institute, before it was—well—flattened."
Jarvis discreetly forwarded Coulson's file on Ikeda. Yukiji Ikeda, real name Ikeda Koji, was the young head of the Ikeda Group, a minor Yakuza syndicate. While not directly involved in the Hulk incident, his younger brother, Ikeda Shinji, had orchestrated an alliance with the Meguro Group, the real culprits behind the attempted ambush on Banner.
Their objective now? Likely a rescue attempt.
These were minor players in the global underworld—but players nonetheless.
"Would you mind elaborating?" Ikeda's interest sharpened immediately.
Despite his goal being his brother's rescue, no syndicate in the world could ignore a power capable of leveling armies. Hulk blood—uncontrolled but brimming with potential—was the ultimate black-market commodity.
"That monster's power can be reproduced," Shen He said, voice lowered. "All it takes is a blood injection. I've seen a U.S. soldier mutate into something similar. The aftermath… destroyed a city block."
"You mean the New York event from a few years back?" Ikeda asked, eyes narrowing.
It had been the first televised Hulk appearance—unprecedented devastation across Manhattan. Even with the U.S. media's damage control, the truth couldn't be hidden.
"That's right," Shen He said. "Draw the blood during the transformation, when the body is hyper-reactive. Inject it... and wait."
He stopped there. When Ikeda pressed for more details, Shen He shook his head, feigning ignorance.
He had said enough to ignite greed. Now it was a waiting game.
As for Violet, her expression remained cold, unimpressed by Miyo's chatter. She had learned from her time at Chaldea not to trust strangers. This trip was about her Master, and she didn't appreciate distractions.
Eventually, the long flight ended. Before departing, Ikeda quietly handed Shen He a business card.
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India.
Outside the airport, they were greeted by a grim reality.
The city wasn't ruined by war—just negligence. Garbage piles, stray animals, and barefoot children running across uneven sidewalks. Shen He and Violet—immaculately dressed and poised—stood out like foreign nobility in a city forgotten by its leaders.
Soon, a convoy of black SUVs pulled up. Blond, blue-eyed agents stepped out, bowing slightly before escorting them away.
From rooftops and alleyways, shadowy figures observed their departure.
"How's the wounded agent?" Shen He asked in the backseat.
These men were supposedly from RealityTech's humanitarian medical division, but were, in truth, agents trained by Chaldea and S.H.I.E.L.D. in joint operations.
"Critical," replied the lead agent. "A Hulk-smashed stone fragment clipped his side mid-evacuation. He survived due to regenerative serum #37, but the damage is extensive. We're stabilizing him using imported medtech."
"Understood. Accelerate. I want to see him live."
They soon reached a commandeered estate turned emergency field hospital. Inside, chaos reigned. Dozens of wounded civilians lay on mattresses. Screams and crying echoed through the halls. The scent of blood and disinfectant mingled in the hot air.
Shen He stepped into the makeshift surgical wing and called softly, "Jeanne."
"Master," replied Jeanne d'Arc, rising gracefully.
Summoning her artifact, "Mother's Smile,"—a relic borrowed from the DxD Devil World, enhanced by Chaldean sorcery—she channeled gentle golden light into the dying agent.
Its effect was powerful, but slow. Unlike Shen He's own divine potions from Guaotian's Arsenal, the healing here required time and effort.
"Too inefficient…" Shen He muttered, and stepped away, summoning the field leader into the war room.
"I've read your full report," he said, hands behind his back. "To confirm: Banner was hit by a sniper of unknown origin, triggering the transformation?"
"Yes, sir," the agent said quickly. "We recovered the bullet—undergoing ballistic and material analysis now. The primary suspects are the Meguro Group, though the Russian Mafia is under secondary suspicion. Both have motive, but only one was arrogant enough to test the Hulk."
Dozens of factions now crowded into India's outskirts—some hunting Banner, others merely observing. But the moment Hulk destroyed that surveillance drone yesterday, many pulled back, terrified of provoking him.
"I met Ikeda Koji on the flight," Shen He noted. "Told him Hulk's power could be replicated through blood transfer. If he has brains, he'll use that as leverage to negotiate for his brother. The greed of others will keep them from withdrawing."
His eyes narrowed.
"The Marvel World's balance is shifting. If they want to toy with gamma radiation and divine mutations—let them. But we will be the ones to decide who lives through it."
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