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

"He's even more arrogant than me?"

Tony smiled and pointed, his face full of amusement.

The man who remained behind heaved violently, staring at the indifferent faces of Li Ang and Tony, his fists clenched tightly.

After a fit of extreme anger, he suddenly let out a maniacal laugh.

The laughter echoed through the empty second-floor lobby of TVA, sending chills down one's spine.

"Good! Very good!" The remaining person's eyes were filled with resentment and venom.

"Since you insist on setting this powder keg on, then you'll have to clean up the mess yourselves!"

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he pulled a dark gold metal device from his dusty purple robe.

"Time Bracelet." The person who was left behind slammed it onto the floor in front of them.

"Didn't you want to save people? Those who were cut off are in the void."

The survivor looked up at Tony and Leon, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

"Take it! You can use this to get across."

"Go and confront the monster at the end of time, witness true despair!"

Tony stepped forward and snatched the bracelet away.

"Enough with the nonsense." Tony said bluntly. "Jarvis, scan this piece of junk."

"Analyzing high-dimensional spacetime code, sir."

Jarvis's electronic voice echoed inside the armor.

The survivor burst into laughter: "Don't waste your energy! TVA's time-space code is beyond the comprehension of you Midgard people. Let me show you how..."

"Crack complete, sir." Jarvis was instantly proven wrong.

Silence fell once again.

The sound effect of the person left behind was stuck in their throat, making their expression extremely comical.

Tony bent down to pick up the bracelet and casually tapped the edge of the palm cannon on his armor twice.

"Is this what you're so proud of?" Tony turned on his sarcastic mode. "The underlying logic isn't even as good as the firewall I wrote when I was in elementary school."

The faces of those left behind turned a deep liver color.

Tony connected the bracelet to the wrist interface of the armor, and the holographic projection instantly popped open in mid-air, with dense purple code frantically flooding the screen.

"Coordinates successfully locked. End of Time, Void." Tony announced the coordinates.

Tony turned his head and looked down at the crowd who were waiting in ambush.

"This place doesn't sound like a resort," Tony tapped his breastplate. "I need a few tough guys coming with me."

As he spoke, he looked directly at the red figure floating in mid-air.

"Vision, put on your colorful glowing gloves, you're in."

Vision nodded slightly, and the four gems on the Infinity Gauntlet shone brightly.

"We're still missing someone to clear the way and do the physical work."

Tony's gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the green giant radiating golden Buddhist light.

"Hulk! Let's go smash things in another dimension, are you coming or not?" Tony shouted.

Hulk slammed his fists together in front of his chest, and the shockwave immediately rippled outwards.

"Namo Amaterasu." Hulk clasped his hands together, grinning widely, "This humble monk's Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon has been itching for a long time! I'm going to perform a physical exorcism for them!"

Tony twitched the corner of his mouth.

The image of that green fat man chanting Buddhist mantras always feels quite eerie, no matter how many times you watch it.

Count me in.

A voice suddenly broke in, and Loki emerged from the shadows of the hall.

"Why are you going to join in the fun? When did you learn to be so helpful?" Tony glanced at him.

Loki smiled, but his eyes were unusually sharp.

"Stop patting yourself on the back, Stark." Loki looked at the bracelet in front of him. "I don't care who you're saving."

Loki raised his right hand, and from the shadow behind him, his Stand, "Black Sabbath," leaned out halfway, its finger pointing directly towards the void.

"I just felt something calling to me from that place," Loki explained.

Tony glanced at the sinister-looking stand-in.

"A magical intuition?" Tony asked.

"The guidance of destiny," Loki replied.

"Whatever, just don't hold me back. I don't want to waste the armor's energy saving you." Tony waved his hand casually.

"Mind your own business, Tin Man," Loki retorted.

Li Ang, holding a freshly refilled iced cola, leaned against a pillar and spoke.

"Go on, Tony. Nothing will go wrong here." Li Ang took a sip of his cola. "Bring Harry back as soon as possible. I'm waiting for him to be my internet cafe manager."

"Jarvis, activate the bracelet channel." Tony nodded.

A deep purple portal unfolded in the center of the hall, the wind behind it carrying an aura of extreme decay and desolation.

"The rest of you, keep an eye on this spot," Tony ordered.

"Frank, if this old man in the purple clothes dares to make a move, help me cut him into a human stick."

Frank twirled the flesh-and-blood blade in his hand, the tip slicing across the ground and sending sparks flying.

He didn't speak, but his eyes said it all.

Tony, Vision, Hulk, and Loki stepped into the purple rift one by one.

The purple light suddenly contracted, and the channel closed completely.

The hall has been restored to its original appearance.

The survivor slumped against the wall, watching the crack in mid-air completely disappear, and suddenly laughed silently.

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"You have no idea what you've released," the survivor muttered to himself.

He turned his head to look at the still-smoking wreckage of the TVA equipment on the ground, his eyes filled with madness and schadenfreude.

"Arrogant Midgardians! You will pay a bloody price for this arrogance!"

"The Kang Dynasty will make you pay a heavy price!"

……

the other side.

There are no galaxies here.

Only a massive, incalculable circular arena floats in the darkness.

The countless lights surrounding it were tens of millions of teleportation portals.

This is the Kangzhi Council.

The arena was extremely noisy, with countless identical Kangs arguing loudly.

Some of them are covered in cyberpunk mechanical armor.

Some were dressed in the attire of ancient Egyptian pharaohs.

Some even transformed into monsters that were half-human and half-lizard.

Just then, an extremely strong energy fluctuation erupted from the deepest part of the hall.

The enormous phantom on the throne suddenly solidified.

The Immortal Kang slowly opened his eyes, and countless tragic scenes of universes collapsing and being destroyed flowed within the light.

"Quiet."

He spoke, and his voice boomed throughout the entire circular space.

Tens of millions of variants of Kang instantly shut their mouths, and the entire venue fell silent.

The Immortal Kang rose from his throne.

His blue high-dimensional armor shone with a dazzling light, and his cloak moved without wind.

"I sensed the signal from the sacred object."

The Immortal Kang looked down at the millions of soldiers below, slowly raised his right hand, and made a gesture in mid-air.

"The sacred relic hidden by that cowardly survivor... has finally emitted a coordinate fluctuation."

"It's time to set off, Kang!"