He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"Boss Li, just tell me how many gashapon toys these can buy!"

Li Ang rubbed his chin, feeling that the way Star-Lord was addressed was a little strange.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, and picked up a battery and examined it for two seconds.

"Barely acceptable."

"Six high-grade energy batteries can be exchanged for four high-grade gashapon capsules."

"Four?!" Star-Lord nearly jumped up. "These batteries are enough to power a cruiser for three years! And you're only replacing them with four?"

"Not enough? That's the price for a premium gashapon!" Li Ang pushed the battery back. "Why don't you just not buy it? I won't force you."

"No, no, no!"

Star-Lord swiftly stopped the battery, fearing that Li Ang might change his mind.

He swallowed hard, glanced at the space debris passing by outside the window, and slapped his thigh hard.

"make a deal!"

The gashapon machine started up with a bang.

Seven-colored light swirled and converged inside the fuselage, and the metal parts on the bulkhead trembled slightly.

Only one gashapon capsule was left, which looked ordinary on the surface, except for the dark gold pattern that attracted some attention.

"They're here!"

Star-Lord's eyes lit up, and he swiftly grabbed the dark gold gashapon.

"stop!"

Tony's voice boomed in the cockpit.

Star-Lord's hand hovered in mid-air, and he froze.

"What are you doing?!" Star-Lord turned around and glared at him.

Tony strode over, grabbed Star-Lord's wrist, and interrupted him.

"Let go! That's mine!" Star-Lord struggled.

"I'm not saying you can't drive it." Tony held up the gashapon capsule with one hand, his expression extremely serious. "It's because if you drive it like that, it'll definitely produce junk."

The entire cockpit fell silent for a second.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head: "What the hell?"

"You think opening a gashapon machine is just a matter of pressing a button and that's it?"

Tony took out one of Star-Lord's unused gashapon coins, put his hands behind his back, and began pacing around the cramped cockpit.

His tone suddenly became slow and deliberate, even carrying a touch of the solemnity of a Taoist master.

"Let me tell you a harsh truth, Quill."

"Gacha games are an art."

Tony held up one finger.

First, mindset.

"What's your mindset right now? You're impatient, greedy, and all you can think about is 'Give me the big one!'"

"Those things extracted with this kind of mentality are garbage nine times out of ten."

Star-Lord opened his mouth, but choked.

"Second, the environment."

Tony pointed to the deck that was still trembling slightly beneath his feet.

"The spaceship had just gone through a life-or-death escape, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder and engine oil everywhere."

"The energy field is chaotic, the magnetic field is disordered, and the quantum state is unstable."

As he said this, he looked at Li Ang with particular seriousness.

"Li, is there any possibility that your gashapon algorithm is affected by environmental factors?"

Li Ang held his teacup, watching Tony's performance with a blank expression.

"My gashapon experience is purely based on luck."

"Then we need to be even more particular!" Tony said, unconcerned by the answer, and continued.

"Luck, in essence, is a probability offset that has not yet been defined."

"The probability shift is directly related to a person's mental state and the energy purity of the surrounding environment."

"so!"

Tony clapped his hands, making a crisp sound.

"Before drawing a card, one must be grounded and bathe and burn incense."

"Bathe...bathe and burn incense?" Drax stared with wide eyes.

"Yes!" Tony said without changing his expression. "Find a clean piece of land, let your feet touch the ground, and connect with the planet's magnetic field."

"Bathing is to remove residual negative charges from the body surface, and burning incense is to stabilize the molecular structure of the surrounding energy field."

He spoke with utmost seriousness, enunciating each word clearly.

"When your mind, body, and environment reach a harmonious resonance frequency, the probability of winning the Golden Legend can increase by at least 30%."

The entire ship was silent.

Star-Lord looked like he suddenly understood, exclaimed "Awesome!" and told Rocket to find a nearby planet to land on.

Pepper, in the corner, propped her head up with one hand and rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Tony, the smartest engineer in the universe, is now going to talk about metaphysics."

"This isn't metaphysics!" Tony turned around, his voice righteous and firm. "This is marginal probability physics that hasn't yet been recognized by mainstream science!"

"The last time you extracted the symbiote in Queens, you were standing on a carpet."

Pepper bluntly exposed him.

"That result wasn't bad either."

"When you smoke in your garage in Tennessee, the floor is covered in engine oil and wrenches."

"That time... was alright too."

"What about that time in Asgard when you were hiccuping and convulsing after drinking three bottles of ale?"

"You're just a charlatan disguised as a scientist."

Young Groot sat in the corner playing video games, saying without looking up, "I am Groot."

Rocket Translation: "He said you're all idiots."

Nebula leaned against the bulkhead, her mechanical arms crossed over her chest, coldly observing everything.

Her gaze shifted from Star-Lord choosing his favorite planet to Pepper pinching Tony's ear, and then to Leon, who was watching the show.

"Heh~"

Star-Lord's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his expressionless demeanor.

But that instantaneous change was caught by the sharp-eyed Gamora.

"You smiled?" Gamora turned her head to look at her.

"No." Nebula's voice was icy.

You did laugh.

"Shut up."

Gamora didn't ask any further questions, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"That's enough!"

Li Ang put down his teacup; the sound wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire cockpit.

He glanced around at the Guardians of the Galaxy members who were causing such a ruckus, then looked at Tony's face, which screamed, "My metaphysical theories are absolutely correct."

"What Stark said wasn't all nonsense."

Tony looked up abruptly, his eyes shining.

"Advanced gashapon capsules are different from basic gashapon capsules."

Li Ang picked up the deep purple capsule toy and gently ran his fingertips along the dark patterns on its surface.

"You can open the beginner gashapon standing up, lying down, or even upside down—it doesn't matter what you get; it's all up to your luck."

"But high-end gashapon machines will be affected by your own thoughts."

"If the surrounding environment is too chaotic, it will definitely affect the final result."

Upon hearing this, everyone had no more doubts.

Seven minutes later, the spacecraft broke through the atmosphere.

The view outside the window changed from a pitch-black starry sky to a hazy gray canopy.

The ground was covered with dark red gravel and cracked soil, and in the distance stood several weathered rock pillars that were about to break.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and sulfur.

This planet is so desolate that it's unsettling. There isn't a single blade of grass on it.

The rocket guided the spacecraft to a hard landing on a relatively flat scree slope.

The landing gear crashed into the gravel, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The hatch opened, and dry, cold air rushed in.

Tony was the first to step out, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the hard rock.

He took a deep breath of the cold air and nodded in satisfaction.

"The magnetic field is stable, with no unnecessary energy fluctuations causing interference."

Tony turned around and waved to Star-Lord, who was peeking out of the hatch.

"Come out, Quill."

"I have one last request before you open the gashapon capsule."

Star-Lord carefully descended the gangway, holding the two gashapon capsules in his hands, looking at Tony with a wary expression.

"What are your requirements?"

Tony pulled a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and a strong sandalwood scent instantly filled the air.

"This is the divine incense my wife brought back from Asgard."

He sprinkled the spices on the ground and drew a crooked circle with the tip of his shoe.

"Stand inside."

Star-Lord looked down at the circle, his face full of doubt.

"Is this some kind of cult ritual?"

"This is the practical application of probability physics," Tony said seriously.

Pepper, wrapped in a thick coat, walked down the gangway, shivering from the cold.

She looked at Tony, who was squatting on the ground drawing circles, and then at Star-Lord, who was holding a gashapon capsule with a conflicted expression.

"Maybe I married a charlatan."

Pepper whispered to Gamora, who had walked up to her.

Gamora watched this scene, and loosened her grip on the God-Slaying Blade.

"At least he's funny."

Nebula glanced at Star-Lord upon hearing this, then rolled her eyes.

"I think Tony is still quite reliable..."