Coulson tried to count the number of Shadows and insects in the area in front of him, which would allow him to compare the area's multiplier and estimate the total number by scaling up.
But he found that if he stared at any single individual for too long, his thoughts would quickly become saturated, causing his attention and logical thinking ability to rapidly decline.
He even heard a sharp shriek in his ears, and the veins next to his temples bulged.
Fortunately, this condition would quickly alleviate and disappear as soon as he looked away.
However, the total number was definitely impossible to estimate, but what was certain was that the total number of abnormal individuals was astonishing.
The area of a dozen square meters that Coulson himself observed contained at least fifty abnormal individuals.
"Mr. White, were there ever so many superhumans on Earth?" Coulson clutched his forehead; he felt slightly nauseous from prolonged mental exertion.
"Not to my knowledge," White explained. "These paths on Earth were monopolized by some individuals. Many of those appearing here are reckless individuals from other Universes and other dimensions."
"Monopolized?!"
"Yes..." White sighed. "Fellow travelers are also competitors. Some people just like to block the paths for those who come after them."
"At least it doesn't seem like they've blocked them now, does it?" Coulson comforted White.
"You're right. A crevice that cannot be sealed has appeared in the dam, meaning it is about to collapse. It's just that I won't live to see that day," White replied with a smile.
Coulson was momentarily speechless. The conversation was so smooth that he had forgotten White was already dead.
Crack, crack ~
A faint cracking sound came.
Coulson looked up and saw the shell of the small apartment peeling off, becoming ethereal, and then disappearing into the Man-Dwelling.
An invisible force was dissolving the shelter they were in.
"Mr. White!" Coulson cried out.
White also looked up at the dissipating apartment, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"You're quite to my liking, but unfortunately, time is indeed short. It would have been great if we could have met earlier."
"Alas, my remaining power is enough to take you on a turn on the path of destiny. Get ready, this is a rare opportunity."
Coulson nodded, quickly calmed his emotions, and at the same time, tried his best to clear his mind of distracting thoughts.
Immediately, White took Coulson's hand.
A rumble sounded.
The apartment shattered into dust, and the remaining streams of light fell upon White, converging to form a path of light shining towards the future.
Let's see what you most want to foresee!
Light and Shadow shifted, forming a 3D projection-like scene around the two.
This was an boundless ice field, where sunlight shone on the transparent ice, scattering diamond-like brilliance.
Coulson was a little confused, not understanding how he had come to the Arctic. Did this place have any connection to him?
Just then, the ethereal White pointed in a distant direction, "It seems you truly have a 'true love' for Captain America."
Coulson followed his gaze and saw another version of himself.
One kneeling beside a drilled ice hole, leaning over and staring intently at the hoisting equipment, his eyes filled with excitement and worry.
Within that hoisting equipment lay a long-sleeping veteran. His tattered clothes and familiar face proved his identity.
It was indeed Captain America - Rogers, though he now looked like a sleeping beauty.
"The Captain is alive!" Coulson suddenly became excited. "Is this a real future?"
"It's a scene from the future, and it should be considered real, but whether it will still happen is uncertain," White said from the side.
Hearing this, Coulson immediately focused, trying to determine the current location using the very few reference points around him.
In 1945, after Howard Stark led a search and rescue mission that only found the Tesseract, Captain America was presumed dead and his remains lost in people's perception.
However, this scene told Coulson that his idol, the person he admired, was still alive, merely sleeping beneath a deeper ice field.
"I can find it, I can find it..."
Coulson stared intently at the image, not to mention looking away, he even held back from blinking.
Until the image and the dream dissipated together.
Whoosh!
In the lounge, Coulson woke up with a start from his dream.
Just as he was questioning the reality of the dream, Coulson noticed a change in his vision.
Everything around him emitted strange light. The light was very faint, but Coulson understood that it represented its projection on the spiritual level.
The Dust-Covered, the ash-stained lens glimpses traces of light.
He had officially entered the field.
As the turbulent spirituality calmed down, this vision gradually disappeared, but Coulson also knew how to re-enter this state.
Next, Coulson sprang from the bed, grabbed a suit nearby, and rushed out the door.
He was going to find Director Nick; the sleeping beauty was waiting for him to awaken.
After being announced, he arrived at the Director's office. Coulson opened the door and found Natasha and Nick inside.
"Director! Mr. Rogers is alive!" Coulson blurted out the news impatiently.
Nick raised an eyebrow, his shiny bald head reflecting the light under the lamp. "What evidence do you have?"
Coulson quickly recounted his dream, including the fact that he had become a Dust-Covered.
"I can understand your feelings, but, Agent Coulson, don't forget, you are an elite Agent. Don't let dreams blind your eyes," Nick emphasized.
Coulson choked, paused for a moment, then looked at Nick with resolute eyes, "Director, perhaps I can prove it?"
"If you want to use the magic from that book, you'd best cast it on me, otherwise, you won't be able to convince me."
magic, ha, how is that possible? There is no magic in this World.
Nick leaned back in his office chair, watching Coulson.
Since the Director had said so, Coulson could only try.
Mobilize emotions, perceive the power of destiny.
seven calamity wheel book's Verbal Command: I exchange this body for this calamity!
Spirituality transformed into a wave, enveloping Nick.
However, nothing happened.
Coulson stood awkwardly for a moment, then sighed, "Director..."
"Go home and get some rest," Nick said helplessly.
After Coulson left, Nick picked up the coffee cup on the table.
Slurp ~
Warm coffee went down his throat.
Cough, cough!
Suddenly, he choked, and coffee sprayed out of his nostrils.
He choked!
Nick put down the coffee cup, reached for the tissues on the table, bumped his arm on the desk, and the coffee cup on the edge of the table fell directly.
Natasha reflexively reached out to catch it. She caught the cup, but the coffee splashed all over Nick.
"Motherfucker!" Nick cursed, immediately reacting. Ignoring his disheveled state, he ran towards the door.
"Coulson! Coulson!"
"Director! Coulson rolled down the stairs!"
Nick stood frozen in place. Did the magic really work?!