When Spider-Man heard that he could make money, his eyes lit up instantly.
"What's the exchange rate?" Peter asked impatiently. He'd thought his already difficult life would be made even worse by this, but he hadn't expected such a good thing to happen. It's just a small drain on his power, right? Peter said it didn't matter; he'd just keep it on during normal times and off when in his suit.
"One to ten thousand. Of course, the ratio can be adjusted at any time. This is just a trial. See the display screen? When a number appears on it, it means you have a certain amount of new currency. After you pay what you owe, whatever's left is all yours. And SHIELD can give you this money in various legal and formal names." Phil kindly showed Peter the function of the bracelet, which stretched out like a flat ruler.
"Can the rate of absorption be increased?" Peter blinked. The one-to-ten-thousand exchange rate Phil had mentioned had completely consumed his mind. Only that ten thousand was on his mind. If he could make money from this, it seemed like it would cover both his tight household expenses and his university tuition.
Phil wasn't surprised Peter would say that. He continued explaining the bracelet's function to Peter and gave him guidance: "You can adjust the intensity. Yes, this is the button. You have to press it hard."
"At this level of intensity, how long will it take to add a new currency?" Peter felt a sense of emptiness within him, shifting awkwardly in his seat. He hadn't felt this hollow, weak feeling in his body for a long time since the spider bite. Of course, this weakness didn't affect his movements. It was simply that the power bestowed upon him had been largely drained.
"According to our experiments, the energy of different demons may vary to a certain extent, but if the instrument is turned on at full power for ten hours a day, you will get one quota of new currency. If you run it at full power for three hundred hours a month, you can get thirty quotas of new currency. After deducting the fees you should pay, you can keep fifteen quotas for yourself." Phil answered Peter's questions one by one.
"Fifteen credits?"
Sure enough, Peter's face was full of surprise.
"But I have to make it clear in advance. If you still go out to fight crime as Spider-Man without permission as before, I personally have a positive attitude towards your behavior. But according to the regulations, you have to pay a fee for using the power of the devil to harm others on this planet. Of course, different people have different styles and treatments. You definitely need special care." Phil cruelly broke Peter's fantasy when he was daydreaming.
The surprise on Peter's face froze.
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The Triskelion Building of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Agent Hill, who had been fully involved in the implementation of his superior's plan, was now somewhat worried. "Sir, this isn't a good way for us to behave."
"I know." Nick Fury sat upright in his chair, playing with a bracelet instrument that was exactly the same as the one worn on Peter's wrist.
"Then let's..." Hill took a step forward.
"Go ahead and do it." Nick looked up at Hill with a calm tone.
"Yes." Hill's expression became serious.
"I hope you understand, Agent Hill. The world is changing, and we are powerless to stop it. External threats are looming, and we, or rather, the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., are too weak to face them.
The new currency is a starting point. If it can truly be traded with the Nine Realms, its value and status will undoubtedly be unshakable. The printing and issuance rights of the new currency are entirely controlled by the Master and Hebron. While S.H.I.E.L.D. is involved, I don't think their share will be significant.
By then, other people and forces from the Nine Realms might join in to grab a piece of the action. This might further reduce the share we can secure. So for now, we can only increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and accumulate as much as we can from other sources."
Nick paused, then continued softly, "Using our resources to acquire the power of other demonic representatives might not all succeed, but if even one succeeds, it's a huge profit. Luke and the Mage King have no objection to this method of having their followers and representatives actively fleece the demonic representatives."
They don't care about these little things yet, so they don't mind us accumulating them."
"Those so-called visa fees and so on..." Hill said this and then stopped talking.
"Is it a problem of duplicate collection? That's not a problem. The Supreme Mage certainly took her share. But most of the portion we took didn't fall into our hands. These fell into the hands of the mages of the Supreme Mage's lineage and became the cornerstone of their power! Logically speaking, this can still be attributed to the Supreme Mage.
Our primary benefit is simply acquiring new currency at a real-world exchange rate. This is tacitly agreed upon by the Sorcerer Supreme and Luke. If the Ancient One denies, no mages will participate in this operation. If Luke refuses, he won't grant me the technology to build this device.
Hill, I find it hard to accept that S.H.I.E.L.D. will gradually become a fringe organization that is dispensable in the future."
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"This is the material library. Many useful materials are stored here. Most of them have great power and can be used as the main or auxiliary materials for certain magical instruments. There are also some materials that can be used to prepare certain potions.
Most of these come from other dimensional worlds or are the remains of dimensional creatures. Believe me, there is no other place on this planet where you can find so many materials from different dimensions.
According to the agreement between you and the Supreme Mage, you can choose whatever you want here."
Mage Mordo took Luke into the Supreme Mage's warehouse, looked at the various materials piled up in the space, and spoke to him with a hint of pride.
"Is there a list? A list with information about the sources, uses, energy properties, etc. of these materials?" Luke was also very satisfied with the dazzling array of materials.
"What do you want that for?" Modu felt something was wrong.
"Of course, only after fully understanding these materials can we use them correctly." Luke said seriously.
"That's a vast amount of information." Mordo smiled. "Even I can't possibly know all the materials here and their effects. You've chosen a difficult problem that can't be solved in a short time."
"That's good. It just helps me verify if my memory has deteriorated," Luke said nonchalantly. For him, understanding this information from different dimensions was inevitable, unavoidable, and inescapable.