Steve: I want to become light? Coulson: Actually, I'm a summoner!

"One million US dollars for a single ball?!"

Nick Fury glared with his single eye, his voice hoarse from being bloodshot.

"Leon, are you trying to shove a straw directly into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s main artery and drink their blood!"

"Let me correct you, Director." Li Ang leaned back in his swivel chair, holding a handful of spiced melon seeds in his hand.

"This is called paid knowledge, or power tax."

He pointed to the dazzling, high-end gashapon machine.

"Loki is leading an alien army outside, preparing to turn Earth into a buffet, and you're still worrying about the money you've saved for your coffin?"

"Nick, broaden your perspective."

Fury's lips twitched violently.

His hand pressed tightly against the black card.

pattern?

Can one's mindset withstand the use of US dollars?

This is something I painstakingly saved up!

All the agents stopped what they were doing and stared intently at the colorful machine.

The image of the bureau chief swatting the god away with a frying pan is still fresh in our minds. Now, this mysterious shop owner has brought even more high-end goods.

That was a hope to fight against the power of the gods.

"Fuck, Steve, it's all up to you!"

Fury took a deep breath. Of all the people present, he had the darkest expression, and only Captain America could turn the tide.

Steve stood in front of the gashapon machine again.

Click.

The metal knob is turned.

Tony even had Jarvis activate high-speed camera mode in an attempt to record the miracle of the first premium gashapon.

Glug glug!

A grayish-white capsule that wasn't particularly special rolled out.

"grey?"

Tony couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like our Captain America isn't having much luck either. This color looks like cement to me."

Don't rush to conclusions.

Li Ang suddenly sat up straight, his previously languid gaze turning sharp. "It seems that, in any universe, true heroes are always favored by the light."

Before he could finish speaking...

Steve picked up the capsule.

Click.

The moment the capsule opened, a light that was not dazzling, but exceptionally warm and sacred, filled the entire bridge!

The light was not aggressive, but it gave everyone present a warmth that came from the depths of their souls.

When the light fades.

In Steve's hand lay a simple, ancient-looking stick.

Its material is neither gold nor jade, but is made of some ancient rock. It has two golden lines on the surface and a crystal structure at the top that resembles outstretched wings.

Ancient and mysterious, yet it contains a power powerful enough to shake the stars.

"This is……"

As Steve gripped the short stick, he could feel unimaginable energy surging from his palm into his limbs and bones.

"What is this? Some kind of ancient ritual implement?"

"Congratulations, Captain." Li Ang stepped forward, his eyes filled with amazement. "You've won the lottery."

"This is a magic light stick."

"A Sparkler?" Fury frowned. "That sounds like the name of a flashlight."

"In a sense, it does indeed emit light."

Li Ang picked up the magic light stick, his tone becoming serious.

"Although you're lucky, good things always come from the experience."

"This stone magic rod will grant you thirty minutes of transformation time."

"Transform?" Steve asked, somewhat bewildered. "Transform into what? A hundred times stronger than a super soldier?"

"No," Li Ang shook his head, "become light."

"When you raise it high, you will transform into a giant of light over fifty meters tall... Ultraman Tiga."

"A giant of light?!"

This time, even the usually high-profile Squirtle team was so surprised that their sunglasses slipped down.

Tony removed his visor, his face contorted in disbelief: "Fifty meters?"

"This thing is not just big; its power comes from hope and light."

Leon spread his hands. "Captain, the stronger your belief, the more terrifying the giant's power will be."

"but……"

Li Ang changed the subject and looked at Fury.

"Friendly reminder: Titans fighting usually causes large-scale building destruction."

Fury clutched his chest; he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

A giant over fifty years old...

If war breaks out in downtown New York...

"No matter what, even if Loki brings a fleet, we still have a fighting chance!"

Fury gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "This money was well spent!"

"So, who's next?"

Li Ang grabbed another handful of sunflower seeds. "The lucky ones have already proven the machine's worth; what are you unlucky ones waiting for?"

Fury looked at the agents behind him.

"Coulson," Fury called out, "you're one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agents. Don't embarrass me."

"Yes, sir!"

Coulson straightened his suit somewhat nervously.

As a kind-hearted person who relies entirely on his receding hairline and smile, he actually has always had a deep sense of crisis.

In this chaotic era of gods and demons, can a Glock pistol really protect him?

"I want to try the intermediate gashapon."

"It's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s money," Coulson said with unusual determination, "Ten consecutive draws!"

As a burst of cheerful music played, ten blue capsules rolled out.

Coulson opened them one by one with trembling hands.

Milk that expired three days ago.

"SpongeBob's underwear."

The surrounding agents chuckled softly.

Coulson broke out in a cold sweat.

Until the ninth capsule.

boom!

A burst of white smoke erupted, and a red cloak floated into Coulson's hands.

Next was the tenth, a peculiar stone.

"This is..." Coulson looked at the two items in his hands.

"Not bad luck, this cloak is called the [Rebound Cloak]."

Li Ang raised an eyebrow. "As long as you swing it, it can deflect almost any physical and energy attack."

Colson's eyes lit up.

Absolute defense?

"And this?" he asked, pointing to another scroll-like object.

"Spiritualism".

Li Ang pointed to the scroll, "You can use necromancy to summon monsters from another world to help you fight."

Coulson gripped the skill stone tightly as a beam of light entered his mind.

Whether it's the Reflection Cloak or a summoned beast, it all means one thing...

From this day forward, he, Phil Coulson, is no longer an ordinary agent like Hill!

He's a mage! He's a summoner!

With a thought, he quickly formed hand seals, and a huge figure appeared beside him.

"A generous gift crab, a frost behemoth?!"

Thor screamed in alarm and raised his hand to summon the Meowth Hammer.

Li Ang quickly stopped him, fearing that he would beat Coulson's henchmen to death.

"The summoned beast will obey his commands, so you don't need to worry."

Just as everyone was panicking because of the frost behemoth, a petite figure walked up to the high-end gashapon machine.

It was Peggy.

Fury saw this and was about to speak up to stop it.

"Ms. Carter, that's a million dollars a shot. Your retirement savings might be..."

Peggy tilted her head slightly, and a smile that sent chills down Fury's spine appeared on her innocent little face.

She tiptoed to Freya's ear, close enough for him to hear only the whisper, and whispered:

"Nick, you wouldn't want your embezzlement ledgers from all these years to end up on someone's desk, would you?"

Fury's expression froze, and the single eye lost its luster.

Damn.

He forgot that the little girl in front of him was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., the ancestor of all agents!

"This money is considered public funds."

Fury gritted his teeth and forced out those words.

"That's a good child."

Peggy patted Fury's arm, then turned to look at Leon.

"Store Manager."

"I don't want the power to destroy the world, nor do I want to become some kind of giant that shines."

"I just want to be in my twenties, like... Steve!"

(Captain America Tiga is here, and Super Saiyan Hulk is coming soon!)