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

"May the God of the Universe protect me, may my mother protect me, and may that dead God father of mine... never mind, he doesn't count."

"Give me a big one, a super big one! Preferably one capable of blowing up a mothership in one shot!"

"If all else fails, give me a cool skill that will impress Gamora!"

"At the very least, a dragon would do!"

Star-Lord placed his feet on the sandalwood circle drawn by Tony, closed his eyes, held the dark gold capsule in his hands, and began to mutter incantations.

"Great, you're in the right mindset. Now take three deep breaths and turn it on."

"Remember, be slow! Be devout!"

Tony stood outside the circle, arms crossed over his chest, nodding with a serious expression.

"Can you two hurry up? This awful place is freezing cold, my fur is practically turning to ice!"

Rocket squatted on the spaceship's gangway, a wire dangling from his mouth, looking utterly impatient.

Star-Lord ignored them, then rubbed his palms together and gripped the seam of the gashapon capsule with his fingers.

Click.

The gashapon capsule cracked open, and a flash of golden light disappeared in an instant.

Star-Lord suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

Revolver.

It has a six-round magazine, a silver body, and a black leather grip.

There was nothing else.

There was no armor.

There is no special aura.

There are no dragons.

There was only one gun.

An ordinary-looking revolver that can be bought for a few dozen star coins on any black market.

Star-Lord's expression froze.

He stared at the revolver in his hand, blinked, then blinked again.

Then his face fell.

"What is this?!"

Star-Lord charged toward Li Ang, brandishing his revolver, his voice booming.

"That's a high-purity energy battery from Sovereignty! And you give me a piece of junk?!"

Star-Lord shoved the revolver in front of Li Ang and waved it back and forth.

"I've lived in space for over twenty years, and I've seen more guns than you've sold gashapon toys!"

"This gun doesn't even have a scope! It doesn't even have any glowing effects!"

"You're a swindler! A complete and utter swindler!"

Star-Lord turned to look at Tony.

"And you! What probability physics! What bathing and incense burning! It's all bullshit!"

Tony glanced at the revolver expressionlessly and stroked his chin.

"Perhaps your prayer posture is not standard enough."

"Screw that pose!"

Rocket jumped down the gangway and came over, picking up the revolver and examining it from all angles.

"The workmanship is not bad, but it's only worth three stars."

He threw the gun back into Star-Lord's hand.

"Quail, you've been killed."

Drax walked over and patted Star-Lord on the shoulder.

"Don't be sad, Quill."

"Even though you're stupid, at least you have a new gun now."

"Shut up!"

Gamora leaned against the spaceship's hatch, her lips twitching slightly, but she said nothing.

"Quail, are you sure you looked carefully?" Leon held his teacup, motionless.

"What else is there to see?" Star-Lord held up his revolver. "A gun! Six bullet holes! Empty! Not even a bullet..."

Click.

The chamber moved slightly on its own.

Star-Lord's words came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down at the revolver in his hand; the cylinder was slowly spinning.

Nobody touched it.

Click, click, click.

After six crisp clicks, the chamber sprang open, and six faint beams of light emerged from the chamber.

then……

"Phew! We're finally out!"

A shrill voice came from the gun barrel.

Star-Lord almost threw his gun away.

A little person?

To be precise, it was a humanoid creature, only the size of a bullet, crawling out of the first chamber of the chamber.

Its body is bronze in color, and its head is cone-shaped, resembling a bullet with arms and legs.

But it has all the facial features and is wearing a crooked mini beret.

"It's so crowded! Do you know how long you've been in there?"

The first bullet-shaped figure jumped onto the gun barrel and stretched.

Immediately afterwards, a small figure emerged from the second chamber.

This creature, with a tuft of red hair standing upright on its head and eyes narrowed into slits, began looking around as soon as it landed.

The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

Six little bullet figures, each with a different appearance, chirped and crawled out of the magazine, standing in a row on the gun.

Star-Lord was completely petrified.

"Am I Groot?"

The boy Groot, who was in the corner, put down his game console and peeked over.

Rocket Translation: "He said it was stranger than anything he had ever seen."

The little bullet-shaped figure wearing a beret jumps to the very front of the gun barrel, hands on hips.

It tilted its head and scanned Star-Lord from head to toe with its tiny, sesame-seed-sized eyes.

"this one?"

The little man's voice was sharp and shrill, filled with intense disdain.

"Is this our new master?"

It was pointing to Star-Lord's leather jacket.

"Did you pick that out of a junkyard? That color is at least three eras out of style!"

"And your pants! The cuffs are all worn out! We may be young, but we still have a sense of style!"

Star-Lord opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The second little ahoge didn't care about its master at all. It jumped off the gun and landed on the gravel ground, looking around at the desolate planet's surface.

Then it sat on the ground, hugged its knees, and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah! What kind of place is this?!"

The cries of the little ahoge echoed across the empty, pebbly beach.

"There isn't a single tree! Not a single flower! The air is thick with the smell of rust! Life is filled with despair!"

The third bullet, the smallest in shape, slid slowly down the barrel, rolling twice before finally coming to a stop.

It raised its head, its gaze passing over Star-Lord and landing on Drax not far away.

It paused for two seconds.

"So ugly."

The chubby little man pointed at Drax and said to his companions.

"Look at that big guy! What's that tattoo on his face? Did a three-year-old draw that?"

"And why isn't he wearing a shirt? Going shirtless in this cold weather, is he showing off his body fat?"

Drax's expression changed from confusion to contortion.

His muscles bulged, and the veins on his temples throbbed twice.

"What did you say?!"

Drax strode forward, his enormous shadow enveloping the bullet-wielding figures.

The chubby little man shrank back in fright and scrambled to hide at Star-Lord's feet.

"Master! Master, save me!"

The beret-wearing little man reacted even faster, leaping onto Star-Lord's shoulder and grabbing his collar while yelling.

"If you're going to fight, fight our master! Fight him, then don't fight us!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The other little figures echoed in unison, all climbing onto Star-Lord.

"Any conflict should be resolved by the master! We are merely bullets! Bullets do not participate in hand-to-hand combat!"

Star-Lord looked down at the six little creatures that had crawled all over his shoulders and arms, his expression beyond words.

He stammered as he pointed at the group of bullet figures, then turned to look at Li Ang.

"What...what is this thing?!"

"Stand User, Sexy Pistol!"