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

boom!!!

The moment the purplish-black orb disappeared into the coin slot, the high-end gashapon machine roared.

An energy storm, a mix of dark purple and pure gold, surged wildly from inside the machine, sweeping across the entire hall like a tangible wave.

The wooden floor creaked under the onslaught of the violent energy, the chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently, and the glass lampshade shattered.

"Stop it, you lunatic!"

Tony roared, his armor covering his entire body, shielding the people behind him from the storm.

Bruce Wayne didn't speak, his right hand already reaching for the Galaxy Spark in his pocket.

He stared at the gashapon machine, his muscles tense, ready to transform at any moment to deal with any possible attacks.

"Boss! The energy reading has exceeded the detector's limit! This machine is going to explode!"

Harry Kina clung tightly to a load-bearing pillar, his superbrain frantically alarming him that the current danger level had exceeded what he could tolerate.

Everyone was caught in a state of extreme tension and agitation.

Except for Li Ang.

He remained seated firmly in the boss's chair, holding an apple that had appeared out of nowhere, and took a bite.

Faced with an energy storm that nearly blew the roof off, and with this group of superheroes about to clash, a smile appeared on Li Ang's face.

He slowly swallowed the fruit and then gently raised his right hand.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of the fingers drowned out all the roaring noises in the hall.

There was no preamble, no incantation needed.

A pure golden light curtain rose from in front of the gashapon machine, transforming into an absolute defense that reached the heavens and the earth.

boom! boom! boom!

With a series of dull thuds, Tony, Thor, Wayne, and the others were all unsurprisingly thrown away by the golden wall.

Tony was like a baseball that had been hit and tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the sofa, crushing the solid wood backrest.

Thor was thrown to his knees by the recoil, and the Chaos Blades plowed two scorch marks into the wooden floor.

Fury tumbled to the corner with his cane, looking utterly disheveled.

The hall was completely silent.

The only sound in the air was the hum of the gashapon machine's internal energy.

"No one may interfere during the transaction."

Li Ang spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the swaying crowd.

"That's the rule."

Tony climbed up from the ruined sofa, removed his faceplate, and gasped for breath.

"Li Ang, I really should study this thing before investing in it. This is a complete waste of its value."

"I know, but you must respect the owner's wishes."

Li Ang took another bite of the apple, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Tony's words.

"Aren't you afraid he'll pull out something even more troublesome?"

Fury was helped up by Coulson, and he questioned him through gritted teeth.

"Troublesome? The products of gashapon are completely loyal to their owners."

"Luo is not a bad person at heart, you can trust him."

Li Ang shrugged, casually tossed the apple core he had just finished eating into the trash can.

The machine's vibrations finally began to subside.

The suffocating dark purple and pure gold light gradually subsided and flowed back into the gashapon machine.

Click.

A crisp mechanical sound rang out, and a gashapon slowly rolled out of the exit.

It doesn't have the usual plastic casing, and it doesn't feel cheap or inferior.

It was a black capsule toy, completely black, with mysterious dark gold patterns covering its surface.

It lay quietly on the tray, exuding a deep, unapproachable aura.

"Black gold..." Peter Parker swallowed hard, instinctively shrinking back. "Why do I feel like this thing is even more dangerous than gold?"

"See that? This is the treatment a god receives." Loki's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an air of triumphant arrogance.

"You mortals' stinking money can't buy such a miracle!"

"Stop talking nonsense and open your gashapon machine, Bambi."

Tony snorted, but his eyes remained fixed on the black and gold gashapon capsule, not daring to blink.

Loki ignored the crowd, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Click.

The black and gold gashapon capsule was opened.

There was no blinding light, nor any earth-shattering explosion.

Only a single drop of water, as clear as molten gold, floated up from the capsule and rested in front of Loki's forehead.

hum!

That was a resonance from the depths of the soul.

The tattered black Sabbath within Loki's body uncontrollably emerged from behind him.

This stand, which was already distorted due to the rampage of the evil god's energy, was now even more dilapidated, resembling a wisp of black mist that could dissipate at any moment.

Just then, the drop of molten gold moved.

It shot like an arrow, piercing the brow of the Black Sabbath.

"Ughhhhh!"

Loki threw his head back and roared, spreading his arms wide.

A burst of black and gold light erupted, completely engulfing Loki and his double.

This light had no destructive power, but it carried a kind of oppressive force that made one's soul tremble.

Through the blinding light, everyone could see clearly...

The tattered black mist is reforming.

The originally eerie "Black Sabbath" is now rapidly expanding.

The purplish-black evil energy was completely purified, and a golden radiance gradually bloomed.

A golden phantom, as if a god had descended, slowly rose from the ground amidst the light.

A three-meter-tall human-shaped silhouette, entirely made of pure gold.

The eerie atmosphere of Black Sabbath has vanished, replaced by a sense of... detachment.

There was no murderous intent.

There was no hostility.

"Jarvis, read the data," Tony said instinctively.

silence.

"Jarvis?"

"Sir..." Jarvis's voice trailed off in an extremely rare manner. "All sensor readings are zero. It's not that they're undetectable, it's that... the values ​​have been forcibly written as zero."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, sir."

"All energy fluctuations in the training ground, the residual lightning, the lingering heat of the dragon flames, the molecular activity of the toxic spider webs, and even the faint heat generated by air convection have all disappeared."

Jarvis paused for a second.

"This phenomenon does not exist in physics."

Tony's pupils contracted sharply, and he glanced down at his right arm.

The symbiote contracts frantically under the skin, not in an aggressive posture, but in a defensive one.

It is an instinctive, biologically primal fear that causes contraction.

The pulsation of the Yamadam Spirit Stone... also stopped.

It wasn't extinguished; it was being held down by something.

Like an invisible hand, it grasped the rhythm of the spirit stone's pulse, forcibly causing it to fall silent.

"This isn't right..."

Tony murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping across the room.

The dragon flames in Patton's Amber Bow were extinguished, and the beast patterns on the bow arm were dull and lifeless, just like an ordinary wooden bow.

The Galactic Spark in Wayne's hand no longer emitted blue light, as if it had lost its function.

Harry stood in the corner, his hands covering his temples, his face deathly pale.

"My brain... has returned to normal processing speed."

"The effects of the Super Brain have been... turned off?"

The training ground was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeats.

Loki slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within the green iris, a very faint golden light flowed.

He looked down at his hands, then looked back at the golden avatar behind him.

"This is..."

His voice was very soft, with a tremor that even he himself could hardly believe.

"Golden Requiem"