Chapter Thirteen: Captain America Became Light

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Hulk versus Abomination? No, it was more like Hulk being strung up and pummeled by Abomination.

To be precise, Hulk was being knocked to the ground by Abomination and kicked repeatedly.

"Steve, you're up!" Nick Fury ordered.

"Are you crazy? That big green guy is Bruce Banner transformed into the invincible Hulk. The angrier Hulk gets, the stronger he becomes. Rumor has it that if he gets mad enough, he could punch a hole through the earth."

"And the yellow giant, Abomination, who’s beating Hulk down there, is no ordinary warrior either. If you send Captain in, you’re just sending him to his death!"

"Follow orders, soldier!" Nick Fury didn’t even glance at Yang Xin, issuing the command directly to Captain America.

"Thank you." Captain America patted Yang Xin’s shoulder, then grinned. "I’m a soldier. Obeying orders is my duty. Don’t worry—I’m strong. I’m the first super soldier in human history."

With that, Captain America leaped from the helicopter, plunging toward the battlefield where Hulk and Abomination clashed.

"You may be strong, but only to the limits of humanity. Those two monsters down there are anything but human," Yang Xin muttered, baffled by Captain America’s unfounded confidence.

Yang Xin had no expectations for Captain America, and sure enough, Captain lived down to them. Before he even touched the ground, Abomination booted him through the air. Captain America spat blood as he flew, crashing into a main battle tank and wrecking it.

Fortunately, he had strapped his shield to his back before jumping, saving him from even worse injuries. Even then, the first super soldier in human history was now in a pitiful state.

No one knew how many of his ribs and his sternum Abomination had broken with that kick. Forget standing, Captain didn’t even have the strength to speak. His face was covered in blood, foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Aren’t you going to save him?" Yang Xin snapped. As one of the Avengers’ original five, Captain America couldn’t die—his death would throw everything out of balance.

Nick Fury hadn’t expected the gap in strength to be so vast. Still, he remained calm, efficiently directing the helicopter to land.

"Why aren’t you rushing Captain to the hospital?" Yang Xin demanded as everyone stared blankly at Captain America, refusing to budge.

"We can’t move him. His broken ribs have punctured a lung, and his sternum is shattered. If we move him, he’ll die," Natasha warned, stopping Yang Xin.

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"What do we do then? We can’t just watch him die! I wonder if Stephen Strange is still a surgeon or already Doctor Strange. Who could save him now?" Yang Xin was getting anxious—well, perhaps only a little.

Nick Fury silently noted the name Stephen Strange, then replied unhurriedly, "You can save him."

"I’m not a doctor, and I’m not Doctor Strange. How could I possibly save him?" Yang Xin didn’t understand why Nick Fury had such confidence in him.

"Because you’re Mister Fantastic," Nick Fury responded as if he had everything under control.

"Come on! Just call me the Moneybags Kid instead..." Yang Xin replied, exasperated.

"Whether you’re Mister Fantastic or the Moneybags Kid, save Steve first. And could you please stop standing on his right hand?" Fury said coldly.

"Oh, sorry." Only then did Yang Xin realize he’d been standing on Captain America’s right hand. He jumped off quickly.

"I don’t want a carrier strike group anymore—I want a space carrier," Yang Xin demanded.

Nick Fury said nothing, but his single eye narrowed, casting a fierce glance at Melinda, Coulson, Natasha, and Hill.

"Don’t bother looking at them; I have my own sources," Yang Xin said airily.

"A carrier strike group, plus enough dedicated fuel to keep it running for ten years!" Fury gritted his teeth, looking as if he were bleeding money.

"Ten years’ worth of fuel for a carrier strike group? You’re trying to fool me with some obsolete World War II fleet again," Yang Xin sneered.

"They’re not obsolete—they’re already decommissioned. But even though they’re decommissioned, they still work! What else do you expect me to give you if not WWII-era carriers? I have no authority over the current nuclear fleet; those are national treasures and can’t be handed out lightly," Nick Fury retorted, smirking.

"Giving you WWII-era carriers is already pushing the limits of my authority. I’ll have to fight with the Security Council and get them to pressure Congress," Fury added.

"I want to swap out the carrier’s aircraft for Quinjet fighters. Quinjets are S.H.I.E.L.D.’s exclusive planes. Every model, ten of each. Don’t tell me you don’t have them."

"Ten of each model? Those things can operate underwater and in the stratosphere—they’re the most advanced fighters in the world. And you want ten of each? At most, one of each. I can give you twice the usual carrier air wing. That’s it—take it or leave it!" Fury barked.

Captain America’s eyes widened as he watched the two haggle like market vendors. In pain, he murmured, "If you keep this up, I might not survive for rescue."

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"Deal!" Yang Xin clasped Fury’s black hand in a firm shake. He’d struck it rich with a carrier strike group—even if they were WWII relics with outdated, soon-to-be-obsolete propeller planes. In a less technologically advanced world, what difference did it make? And he’d netted two Quinjets on top of it.

Quinjets—S.H.I.E.L.D.’s exclusive fighters—were far superior to the American military’s fifth-generation stealth jets, packed with alien tech.

"Here, press this button." Yang Xin shoved a treasure from his system into Captain America’s hand—the very hand Yang Xin had been standing on moments before.

"What is this?" Natasha asked curiously.

As everyone leaned in, Yang Xin gave them a look as if they were children who couldn’t understand the concept of winter. "This is a giant transformation device from the M78 Nebula. Only those whose hearts are filled with light can use it. You’ll see. Wait—look, the Captain’s ascending!"

With the last of his strength, Steve Rogers pressed the button on the transformation device, and then—

He turned into light.

"Wow, Captain turned into light..." Coulson gaped.

"To be precise, he turned into a giant—he transformed into Ultraman Tiga."

"Ultraman Tiga?"

"Yes. Ultramen are super warriors from the M78 Nebula, and Tiga is among the top of them all. Legend says he can grow up to one hundred and twenty meters tall and weigh forty-five thousand tons. Of course, he can scale his size at will after being modified—he can grow, but not shrink."

As Yang Xin explained, Captain America grew larger, the light coalesced into a humanoid figure, and a figure clad in red and blue appeared in the glow.

The inheritor of light—Ultraman Tiga has arrived!