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

"This piece of junk dares to call itself Stark?"

Tony hoisted the Iron Hammer onto his shoulder and looked down at the Iron Man from the parallel universe at the bottom of the pit.

"These imposters are utterly useless; it's the Kangs who are more difficult to deal with."

Steve, standing nearby, released his fire-style hand seals and took a few deep breaths.

"Mr. Tony, this is a big problem."

Vision landed steadily in front of Tony, the four gems on his left Infinity Gauntlet flashing at a high frequency.

"How much trouble could it be? Those Kangs are a bit tricky, but they still can't withstand a slap from Hulk."

"They were just scout dogs."

Vision raised his left hand, and the Space Stone projected a huge holographic image.

The scene depicts an endless interstellar arena, with countless ring-shaped warships obscuring the entire void.

Tens of millions of Kangs, clad in various high-tech armors, gathered like a tidal wave.

On the throne at the very center, the Immortal Kang coldly gazed ahead, as if looking at everyone across dimensions.

"In the exchange just now, Immortal Kang has thoroughly figured out the conventional combat power data of our universe."

"So what?" Pietro stopped beside him in a blue blur, shouting nonchalantly.

"Those advance troops were just variations of ordinary people at the very bottom of the Kang Council." Vision turned to look at Pietro.

"These people represent only the lowest tier, yet they are already comparable to ordinary Avengers members. And the official members who are about to arrive..."

"Each of them is far more capable than these people."

The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Tens of millions of Avengers-level enemies? Do we have enough population in Midgard to kill them all?"

Coulson swallowed hard, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The X-Men at the edge of the ruins also heard this.

"Charles, I think we should start thinking about how to escape."

Logan, the Wolverine, dropped his cigar to the ground.

Professor X, sitting in a wheelchair, was pale; clearly, his attempt to probe Kang's consciousness had backfired considerably.

"We can't fight in the atrium!" Steve declared firmly, his hands clenched into fists.

"If a war of this scale were to break out, the atmosphere of Midgard would be torn apart in an instant, leaving not even ashes for billions of ordinary people."

Steve looked around at the devastation.

"I completely agree with the captain's opinion."

Wanda fell from mid-air, the Clow Card in her hand still radiating dark red chaotic magic.

"After the Sokovia scramble, those politicians from the World Security Council were calling us terrorists in the news every day."

"If we make the central courtyard the main battlefield this time, even if we win, we probably won't fare well."

"Amitabha." Hulk clasped his hands together. "This humble monk is willing to travel to the endless starry sky to perform physical salvation for these millions of extraterrestrial demons."

"It doesn't matter to me where I kill these bastards."

Frank shook off the bits of flesh and blood from the giant blade, then raised his hand and ate a Senzu Bean.

Kang's strength was relatively high, but his physical body was no different from that of an ordinary person, and it was simply not enough to replenish his energy.

"Everyone, let's be rational."

Tony sneered, interrupting everyone's statements.

"The problem is, why should these tens of millions of lunatics listen to our arrangements and go to the interstellar arena to fight?"

"They could simply descend upon Metropolis and blast it to smithereens."

Tony pinpointed the problem perfectly.

"They won't destroy the central courtyard directly."

The gem on the back of Vision's hand changed frequency again, and the red Reality Gem shone brightly.

"Because they're looking for something."

"What are you looking for?" Steve pressed.

"The term 'holy relic' appears frequently in the consciousness network of the Immortal Kang." Vision zooms in on the heatmap.

"It seems that there are two sacred objects belonging to Kang, hidden somewhere in the courtyard."

"Fuck you! What kind of bullshit is this?"

Nick Fury strode out from behind the ruins, carrying a green frying pan, his one remaining eye wide open.

"What do these alien bastards think the Midgard is? Their backyard treasure hunt playground?"

Fury turned to look at Coulson.

"Notify all field agents to immediately activate the highest level of surveillance network!"

"Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find that damned holy relic before the Council of Kang arrives!"

"And then what?" Harry asked, peeking out from behind Matt.

"Of course we'll take that thing with us and use it as bait in outer space."

Fury sneered and slapped the frying pan in his hand hard.

"Let's move the battlefield out of the central courtyard and fight them to the death in the starry sky."

"The director is right. As long as the relic is in our hands, the Council of Kang will have no choice but to follow our lead," Coulson echoed, holding his energy rifle.

Tony suddenly raised his hand and clapped his hands twice.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed across the ruins.

"The plan is perfect, One-Eyed."

Tony's gaze swept across the room, a look of utter disgust on his face.

"But look at our current roster."

"A middle-aged man with a bow and arrow, even if you have resurrection coins, Kang could easily crush you, right?"

Patton's lips twitched slightly, and he silently slung the bow and arrows back behind his back.

"And this blind lawyer with the glowing stick, while your fighting skills are decent, your body is only slightly more resilient than an average person."

Tony moved his finger, pointing at Daredevil Matt.

Matt gripped the hilt of his lightsaber tightly, turned his head away, and remained silent.

Finally, Tony's finger landed steadily on the green frying pan in Fury's hand.

"And there's a secret service chief with kitchen utensils," Tony taunted mercilessly. "We're going to fight an interstellar war against tens of millions of monsters that are beyond the Avengers' level."

"With a frying pan and a lightsaber? Are you going to save the world or deliver takeout?" Tony's voice rose.

"Stark! What brilliant idea do you have?"

Fury's face darkened; he wished he could smash the frying pan into Tony's smug face.

"It's simple." Tony snapped his fingers.

"Go find that swindler," Tony said decisively.

"Looking for the boss?" Darcy's eyes lit up. "With a scene this big, he'll definitely give me a few freebies!"

Jane frowned slightly. "With such a big event, he should have been here to watch the show long ago..."

"Forget all that nonsense." Tony waved his hand, revealing his true colors as a tycoon.

"Does this group of Kangs think we're easy to bully? Then let's all go all out!"

"Stark Industries has tens of billions in liquid funds; I'm going to drain Leon's gashapon machine dry!"

As he spoke, Tony turned and walked toward Vision.

"Vision, take us to your boss!"

"Understood." Vision nodded.

"Wait!" Logan ran over, brandishing his adamantium claws.

"That shrewd businessman you're talking about, can he make us stronger too?"

Tony looked Logan up and down, then glanced at the X-Men behind him.

"As long as you have money, or high-dimensional energy items, that unscrupulous merchant can even turn you into a fire-breathing husky."