Marvel: Infinite Personalities ;)

Raymond never planned to fully dive into a game of world domination, so he never intended to use Hydra to conquer the world.

Besides, the world was simply too big. Even if he did manage to unite Earth, what would it matter?

He would only become a target for countless powerful beings from across the multiverse, never knowing peace. Such a foolish idea was not something a transmigrator like him would pursue.

But using Hydra's power to stir things up and reap the benefits—that was perfectly fine.

This meant he needed someone to act on his behalf.

Stephanie was the perfect fit.

At the very least, she was easy on the eyes… ahem, and she had solid credentials within Hydra. If she acted as his proxy, there would be no questions about her qualifications.

As the sole heir of Malick—one of Hydra's top leaders—she was a true second-generation "Hydra noble."

Supporting her rise to power would be far easier than using brute force to take over Hydra himself.

Later on…

Raymond made another trip to New York to retrieve two vials of the harmless version of the Extremis virus from Tony, along with a few simplified versions as backup.

In case the Orochimaru sub-personality ever wanted to start research, it made sense to have plenty of samples ready.

His father, Fang Mo, had already been brought home early and was now recovering.

Regarding what had happened in Miller Park, Raymond used S.H.I.E.L.D.'s connections to explain it all away and successfully covered up Clarice's involvement.

As for Director Gray, word was that guilt from the incident drove him to write a suicide note and shoot himself in his office.

"Why did Gray have to do something so drastic? It wasn't even his fault!" Fang Mo said, grief written all over his face.

He still blamed himself for what had happened.

Hearing this, Raymond realized he couldn't keep the truth from his father any longer. He had planned not to bring it up, but seeing how much guilt was eating away at Fang Mo, he had no choice.

If his dad ended up following Gray's example, Raymond would never forgive himself.

"Dad, this whole thing wasn't so simple. Gray's suicide… it was probably meant to give the officers some kind of closure."

"What did it have to do with him, though? If anyone should be blamed, it's me…" Fang Mo shook his head, not buying it.

Seeing that his father was still blaming himself, Raymond sighed and said, "Gray already knew about those cultists beforehand."

"He knew? Are you saying…" Fang Mo's brow furrowed deeply.

As a seasoned detective, he had seen far too many strange cases and the darkest parts of human nature.

Raymond's words triggered some troubling thoughts.

"His death was a form of atonement," Raymond nodded.

"You met him before?" Fang Mo asked.

"When I found those cultists, Officer Gray was there too," Raymond confirmed his father's guess.

"That bastard got off too easy!"

Fang Mo slammed his fist on the coffee table in anger, almost knocking over a teacup.

Just moments ago, he had been mourning Gray. Now, he wanted to rip him apart.

The deaths of his colleagues were just too painful.

"Don't get so worked up, you're still recovering," Mom—Roland—came over with two cups of hot tea and quickly tried to calm him down.

"It's fine, Mom…" Raymond said with a smile as he pulled two small bottles from his pocket.

Roland didn't know what they were, but Fang Mo suddenly got excited:

"Is this the thing you mentioned earlier?"

"Bingo!" Raymond snapped his fingers.

"What secret are you two hiding from me this time?" Roland gave them a suspicious look.

"You'll know soon," Raymond said.

He took out a prepped syringe, drew all the liquid from the vial of Extremis Virus, and injected it into Fang Mo's arm.

Right after, he pulled Roland back a few steps.

"What did you inject him with?" Roland asked nervously.

"Something good," Raymond smiled mysteriously. "Just watch."

Almost immediately, Fang Mo's entire body tensed.

His skin slowly turned red, and it looked like fire was flowing beneath it. Even more shocking, his body began to swell slightly, as if it might burst.

Seeing this, Roland panicked. "What did you do to him?! Look at him!"

"Relax. He'll be fine in a moment," Raymond held her back.

After half a minute, Fang Mo's skin began to shed like burned crust. The charred outer layer cracked and fell away.

When the layer fully dropped off, he looked completely normal again—and then stood up from his wheelchair!

Roland was stunned.

The man who had been told by doctors he might never walk again… was standing.

And all because of whatever mysterious liquid Raymond had injected?

A liquid that could heal paralysis—this stuff was pure gold!

"Son, where did you get that? Can you get more? Just in case your dad gets hurt again," Roland said instinctively.

"More? Mom, do you even know how much one of these costs?" Raymond asked with a smile.

"We can always earn more money. Your father's safety is more important. If we need to, we can borrow from your grandfather," Roland suggested a truly ruthless solution.

If Raymond's grandfather heard that, he'd probably explode.

"Even if we sold Grandpa's company, it wouldn't be enough for this little bottle," Raymond held up the remaining vial.

"It's that expensive?" Roland gasped.

Selling that company would bring in at least several million dollars.

So if this small vial was worth more than that...

Fang Mo was also shocked.

He had known Raymond was going to treat him with something called "Extremis," but he didn't know how valuable it was.

Raymond had never mentioned it.

Now, hearing this, he realized that just one dose of this virus might be worth more than his father-in-law's entire company.

That meant… he just took a shot worth over one hundred million dollars?

Even if someone sold him, he wouldn't be worth that much...

"Wait… is it really worth over a hundred million?" Fang Mo was stunned.

For an old cop like him, a hundred million dollars was like something out of a dream.

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