Chapter 143: Jos's Mercy

【Name: Nameless Shield — Mercy】
【Rank: SSR】
【Attack Power: Extremely High】
【Special Effect 1: Do You Hold a Shield? — When wielding this shield, you receive the blessing of the Nameless Soul. Attacks launched under this blessing partially inflict damage directly to the target’s soul.】
【Special Effect 2: Do You Reflect Arrows? — When you use this shield to parry ranged projectiles in a flash, they are counterattacked back with even greater force.】
【Special Effect 3: This Is a Very Sharp Shield — Constructed from otherworldly materials, this shield is nearly indestructible. Its razor-sharp edges can sever most objects, including the wielder’s own fingers.】
【Special Effect 4: Explosive Flame — Upon receiving a sufficiently powerful impact, the shield’s surface erupts in a 360-degree explosion, releasing intense flames. Yes, 360 degrees.】
【Special Effect 5: Mercy — When you hold this shield, you can show mercy.】

“Let me think... where should I even start complaining...” Jos rubbed his chin, squinting at the item description before him.

First, the name: the “Nameless” shield is called Mercy. Well, that’s not too big a problem; Jos glanced at it and just accepted the concept.

Second, the shield’s attack power is extremely high. Yes, a shield’s attack power is extremely high.

“So, is this thing really a shield??? Why does a shield have attack power?!”

No, look closely at the following special effects... ignoring the fifth one... this has almost nothing to do with being a shield from beginning to end, does it???

It can slash and smash, effective at both close and ranged combat, and can even release explosive bursts and flames—elemental damage, no less.

Exactly, so while it looks like a shield, it’s actually a weapon!

Silently, Jos lifted the heavy, roughly triangular shield about the size of Captain America’s shield. Then he took out the Sword in the Stone from his system space, holding one in each hand.

The sword was the Sword of Victory and Covenant, impossible to draw—stuck in the ground, it formed an unyielding bastion that no attack could breach, the pinnacle of defense!

The shield was the Nameless Knight’s shield, Mercy—capable of slicing and smashing, detonating with a single strike. It could cut through alloys like tofu; its attack power was simply off the charts!

Jos held the shield in one hand and the sword in the other, looking quite like a medieval knight, even more dashing than before when he bore that massive greatsword on his shoulder.

Yes, a shield and a sword—defense and offense—by that logic, his image was actually quite normal.

“Normal my foot! What the hell are these things anyway?! How am I supposed to fight with this in battle?!”

You think you’re attacking with the sword?

Actually, this is my strongest shield!

Trying to dodge damage by rushing toward me with my shield raised?

Shield bash, massive explosion—taking out both enemy and self in one go!

Jos covered his face, gradually accepting how bizarre his style was becoming... surprisingly quickly.

Well, after all, even though he hadn’t used it recently, he was someone who could shoot lasers like Dio; who cared about style?

This was the epitome of throwing caution to the wind. In short, he wouldn’t agonize over style issues!

...

After settling the fusion matter, Jos first went to see Obadiah.

Since breaking free from Tony Stark’s overwhelming shadow and focusing on business, the nuclear battery industry had rapidly matured in just over a month.

Of course, the powerful backing, sufficient funds, and the invention’s own strength all played irreplaceable roles, but Obadiah also deserved credit.

However, Jos’s visit today was not about that. He introduced members of the Seven Sins organization to him.

Jos was utterly exhausted trying to imitate commercial operations even in the near-barbaric Sakar. Back on Earth, he couldn’t personally manage turning these few into planetary idols.

Obadiah questioned the idea of idols, but for the sake of money, he swiftly instructed his team to prepare a plan for Jos.

The Seven Sins members could take a break for now; until the new project launched, they had nothing to do, though their singing and dancing could keep them afloat for a while longer.

Considering this, Jos handed out a personalized Tony Stark black card that could be used anywhere in the world to each of them. After briefing them on Earth’s important precautions, he dismissed them on the spot.

As for their safety... Jos just hoped these girls, each capable of lifting hundreds of pounds with one hand, wouldn’t endanger others. That would be enough.

Besides them were the other members brought back from Sakar, whom Jos also arranged for.

What he said before was no joke. Whether movies, TV, or games, this world’s development was still limited. If Jos could transplant all the stories remembered from that world, he could ignite a global sensation.

Well, not literally.

Anyway, these projects could be put on the agenda. Even if they couldn’t be broadcast to other planets yet, Earth could be warmed up first.

And the themes were easy to find. Jos’s initial plan was to remake the Marvel universe, casting ready-made actors: Steve as Captain America, Natasha as Black Widow, Hawkeye as the archer—everyone playing themselves without stunt doubles!

The day Marvel’s cultural invasion arrived was near; soon, Captain America himself would be watching Captain America movies in theaters!

Meanwhile, the pay-to-win mobile games would also take off, with a simple premise: mimic Blizzard’s model, swap in superheroes and villains, and tie the plot to the movies for double the fan impact...

“Marvel/Glove Official” was about to launch!

After handling all these miscellaneous tasks, Jos finally breathed a sigh of relief. He contacted Tornado and Lilith, found they were both out, and then returned home with peace of mind.

“Kukuku! I’ve discovered a brand-new power, Lilith. Now let’s see how you cry!” Jos muttered, standing at his doorstep, uttering words dripping with teenage angst as several tentacles sprouted from his body.

...

According to Lilith, that day the room echoed with Jos’s cries of “Help!” 148 times, “Spare me!” 73 times, “I’m gonna die!” 84 times, along with countless unintelligible strange phrases.

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