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

"Hey bro, how are you feeling?"

Thor quickly sheathed the Chaos Blades, feeling guilty as he slung the weapons behind his back.

"Don't touch me!" Loki slapped Thor's outstretched hand away.

"I'm your brother! How dare you slash my back with those two broken knives?"

He howled at the top of his lungs, his eyes surprisingly brimming with tears.

"And you!" Loki pointed at Barton, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"I can smell my hair burning!"

"That's to dispel the evil energy." Barton put away the Alatreon without expression.

"Bullshit!" Loki pointed at Wayne again, "And you smacked my face with that beam of light!"

"An unconventional method, and this stuff works fast." Wayne stuffed the Galaxy Spark back into his pocket, his eyes calm and collected.

"Mr. Loki, I deliberately avoided your vital points..."

Peter Parker nervously hid behind Tony.

"Your damn venom almost melted my skin!"

Loki was so angry that he pounded the ground, wincing in pain, and pointed at each of them with his fingers.

"You can't blame them for this; it's your own fault for having such an illegal structure inside your body."

Tony shrugged gleefully.

"They're just trying to help you with the demolition and are taking a little money for emotional distress."

Loki was so angry that he rolled his eyes and simply kicked his legs and lay down on the ground pretending to be dead.

Li Ang sat in the chair and slowly finished the last sip of orange juice.

He stood up and snapped his fingers.

The scattered purplish-black energy spots in mid-air above the training ground suddenly stopped.

Then, these light spots seemed to be pulled by some kind of strong force.

All of them converged towards Li Ang's raised right palm.

"What is this?" Pietro asked curiously as he leaned closer.

The violent evil god energy was continuously compressed and rotated in Li Ang's hands.

The terrifying power that would have driven Loki out of control was now completely docile.

Li Ang flipped his palm, his fingertips gleaming with a blinding white light, and forcibly rewrote the underlying logic of these energies using the authority of the Gashapon Shop.

Less than ten seconds.

A purplish-black chaotic sphere of light took shape in his palm.

Strange patterns flowed across the surface of the sphere, while nebulous matter churned within.

"A small byproduct."

Li Ang played with the ball of light, a smile appearing on his face.

"A fragment of Grimd's origin, of extremely high purity."

"Although it's only a small portion, it's still a genuine divine-grade material."

The atmosphere on the training field changed immediately after these words were spoken.

The crowd, who had just been looking at Loki with pity, all turned their attention to the ball of light.

Harry was the first to rush over, even throwing the cannon aside.

"Boss! What's the energy density of this thing? Can it be used as an engine core?"

"If I use it as a power source, I can increase the armor's output limit by five hundred times!"

Harry's super brain was working at full speed, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Kid, stop fooling around. You can't handle this dangerous stuff."

Tony shoved Harry behind him and leaned over the counter, staring at the orb of light.

"Li Ang, name your price."

"Stark Industries shares under my name, or how many islands do you want? Take your pick."

Tony tapped the table, his tone urgent.

"Stark, that's way too domineering."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to trade the highest level of access to three secret bases, plus all the alien technology debris in our inventory, for it."

Fury sneered from the side, his one eye gleaming.

"If this thing is used to develop a new generation of defense network, the entire planet will be impregnable."

He spoke with great confidence as he approached Tony, leaning on his cane.

"Your S.H.I.E.L.D.'s crappy junk doesn't even deserve to be called alien technology!"

Tony mocked him mercilessly.

"The Mark armor gathering dust in my warehouse is better than your top secrets."

"I want it."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, walked to the counter, and pulled out a checkbook and a pen.

"You fill in the numbers."

Wayne's tone was chillingly calm.

"As long as it provides enough power, you can take any of the Bruce family's properties you want."

"Interesting. You want to compete with me in terms of money?" Tony turned his head and sized up Gotham's richest man.

"That's because you haven't seen how much money I have," Wayne retorted without backing down.

"This is from Asgard! It fell from my brother!"

"It rightfully belongs to Asgard!"

Thor squeezed in too, his loud voice making everyone's ears hurt.

"Get lost!" Tony and Fury yelled back in unison.

A group of superheroes and billionaires who are usually high and mighty.

At this moment, the counter was completely surrounded by people all vying for a single ball of light.

Noisy.

As for Loki, who was lying on the ground half-dead?

Nobody even glanced at him.

Even as he pushed his way to the counter, Pietro stepped on Loki's stomach.

"Ouch!"

Loki screamed and clutched his stomach, curling up like a shrimp.

"You bunch of robbers!"

Loki lay on the ground, stretched out one hand, and pointed at the group of people who were bidding frantically with their backs to him.

"That's my flesh! It's mine!"

No one cares about him.

Everyone is arguing their case about how to divide this lucrative piece of meat.

"Stark, don't go too far! The world's safety can't depend on you alone!"

Fury slammed his fist on the table.

"If the safety of the central courtyard depended on you, it would have been riddled with holes by aliens long ago!"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Stark, we can use it to make a new version of the armor..."

Harry seized the opportunity to chime in from the side.

"Shut up, kid. This is adult negotiation time."

Wayne looked at them coldly.

Li Ang leaned back in the boss's chair, tossing the purplish-black orb of light in his hand.

Let the group argue until they're red in the face.

He enjoys the fun of creating chaos.

That's the charm of gashapon shops.

It can make these arrogant guys lower their pride and become like haggling aunties at the market.