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

The moment the gray orb pierced her chest, Gamora's consciousness was pulled into nothingness.

There was no visual or audio content.

Only a powerful, suffocating force was flowing through her veins and into every part of her body.

"Hmm!"

Gamora knelt on one knee on the gravel ground, her ten fingers digging into the rock, and muscle fibers could be vaguely seen swelling, tearing, and reforming beneath the green skin at her fingertips.

Click.

That wasn't the sound of stone breaking.

It is the skeleton.

Her bones were making a series of popping sounds, starting from her ankles and spreading upwards along her calves, knees, and pelvis.

Every vertebra is rearranging itself, and every rib is fine-tuning its curvature.

The sound was dense and crisp, making Star-Lord's scalp tingle.

"What's going on?"

Star-Lord's face turned pale, and he instinctively took a step back.

"The skeleton is remodeling."

Tony's eyes lit up, and he raised his wrist to project real-time scan data.

"Muscle fiber density is skyrocketing... This is not a simple strengthening, it's the entire skeletal muscle system being overhauled."

Click! Click! Click!

Gamora's shoulder blades widened by half an inch, and the muscles in her arms became more angular.

It's not the Hulk's explosive, expansive growth, but rather an explosive force after extreme compression.

Every muscle was taut, and the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, as if an engine had been crammed into an already dangerous body.

Gamora pushed herself up from the ground.

Her height remained unchanged, and her body size did not increase significantly.

But everyone could feel that the air around her had become heavier.

It's not energy pressure.

It is pressure at the physical level.

It was as if the gravel ground beneath her feet was being slightly dented by her weight.

"...How does it feel?"

Star-Lord cautiously moved closer.

Gamora looked down at her palm, flipped it over, clenched her fist, and then released it.

Her expression was strange.

It was neither pain nor ecstasy.

It's more of a confusion.

"Something is rejecting me." Gamora's voice was hoarse, her brows furrowed slightly. "No... it's not rejection, it's... contempt."

"Disdain?" Rocket pricked up his ears.

"I can feel it."

Gamora clenched her fist and then relaxed it, repeating this several times.

"There's a kind of energy... what's it called again?"

She turned to look at Li Ang.

"Cursed power," Li Ang added.

"Yes, curses and magic, they are moving away from me."

Gamora spoke slowly, but every word carried an barely suppressed doubt.

"It's not that I'm resisting them, it's that they're avoiding me."

There was a two-second silence on the pebble beach.

"Rejected by magic?" Star-Lord's mouth dropped open. "Magic can be selective?"

"Heaven has given us a tyrant." Li Ang put down his teacup and stood up.

"Coming from a world where magic is used to exorcise monsters, people with this constitution are considered heretics by all supernatural forces."

"Magic cannot touch her, spells cannot take effect, and any ability that attempts to affect her through non-physical means will be instinctively immune to this body."

Li Ang paused for a moment.

"in other words……"

"From this day forward, Gamora is a walking magic black hole."

"Wait." Tony held up a finger, his eyes almost gleaming.

"When you say 'immunity,' are you referring to passive immunity or active defense?"

"Is there an upper limit? What is the triggering mechanism? Does it also work for higher-dimensional energy?"

"You guys do the tests yourselves." Li Ang gestured with his chin towards him.

Tony didn't need a second invitation.

He raised his right palm, and the blue light of chakra and the golden light of runes shone simultaneously, converging in his palm into a fist-sized composite energy ball.

Rune Rasengan.

The combined magic and chakra creates a power powerful enough to blast through a Kree cruiser in space.

"Gamora, don't move."

"If you dare to use your full strength..."

"Don't worry, it's 30%."

The palm cannon flew out of his hand.

The energy sphere, interwoven with gold and blue, trailed a flame as it hurtled towards Gamora's back.

Not slow.

Rocket's compound eyes locked onto the trajectory of the bullet, and the little figure of the third bullet peeked out from the cylinder to watch the battle. Star-Lord subconsciously tightened his grip on the revolver.

The energy ball struck Gamora in the back.

And then... it's gone.

There was no explosion.

There was no shockwave.

No energy is diffused.

There wasn't even a spark.

The moment the golden-blue energy ball touched Gamora's skin, it was like being thrown into a bottomless pit.

They disappeared without a sound.

It is neither absorbed nor rebounded.

It was ignored.

Gamora didn't even react.

She turned around and looked at Tony with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Tony's hand, raised in the air, froze in mid-air. His expression shifted from anticipation to astonishment, and then from astonishment to a near-manic excitement.

"You don't feel anything?"

"What do you mean you don't feel anything?"

"I just fired a shot at you!"

Gamora tilted her head slightly: "Is it open?"

The pebble beach was silent.

"puff!"

The Rockets couldn't resist.

"She didn't even feel anything? Stark, are you sure you fired the cannon? Or were you just setting off fireworks?"

"My Rune Palm Cannon! The one that can blast through a warship in space!"

Tony raised his voice by eight octaves.

"When the water hit her, it didn't even splash!"

"You call this a magic black hole? This is a fucking magic graveyard! Did I learn all that rune magic for nothing?"

Tony turned his head, staring at Li Ang with bloodshot eyes.

"To be precise, any supernatural energy that comes into contact with the carrier of this constitution will be immediately reduced to zero."

"It's not offsetting, it's a conceptual negation."

Li Ang took a sip of tea.

"This body only recognizes one language."

Li Ang raised his fist.

"strength."

"Pure, physical violence, without any fancy tricks."

After hearing these words, Gamora looked down at her hands.

She clenched her fists.

The knuckles cracked, and the muscles in the arm bulged, taut like steel cables.

A feeling I had never experienced before surged up from my fist.

It's not power.

It is violence.

That most unadulterated, primal desire for destruction.

"This feeling..."

Gamora's breathing became heavier, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She raised her right fist and slammed it into the giant rock at her feet.

boom!!

There was no build-up of energy, no running start, and not even a proper power-generating posture.

It was just a simple punch.

The giant rock, larger than a spaceship, shattered completely in the middle.

The crack spread outwards from the point of impact in all directions, and fragments flew out, the farthest of which crashed into a sand dune two hundred meters away.

The shockwave whipped up sand and dust that hit everyone in the face.

"..."

Star-Lord covered his face and peeked out through his fingers.

"Is this correct?"

"Won't I die from sitting on a big seat someday?"