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

"..."

Tony gave him a deep look.

"You stubborn, arrogant Bambi."

"Stark, if you call me Bambi again, you'll be the next target of Golden Requiem."

"Oh, great, that's exciting, I'm waiting."

Li Ang listened to the two arguing from the boss's chair, then put the cup back on the tray with a soft tap.

"Alright, the treatment is over. It's time to start the rest of the gacha pulls, right?"

He stood up, his voice drifting back casually.

"By the way, Loki, the source of your Grimd hasn't been completely destroyed, which means you can still use its chaos magic."

What it can do in the future depends on how you use it.

"However, your Black Sabbath has been replaced by Golden Experience Requiem!"

Luo Ji stood still, stunned for a moment, and looked down at the golden stand-in who was silently following him.

The stand-in's vertical pupils met his gaze.

Calm, vast, like an endless golden lake.

Loki withdrew his gaze and turned to Barton expressionlessly.

"Alright," he straightened his burnt green sleeves, regained his footing amidst the ruins, and said in a relaxed tone, "Where were we?"

"Speaking of which, I burned half of your hair," Barton joked.

“No,” Loki corrected, raising his index finger, “speaking of which, you owe me a formal apology, and I’ve generously decided to accept it with force instead of words.”

"That's not what I mean," Harry muttered.

"Shut up, Harry," Tony said, covering his face and stepping back two paces to make room.

"Let them fight, you're in charge of filming for me. I'm sure I can sell it for a good price if I send it to Frigga later."

Harry hesitated for a second: "Is this really okay?"

"Anyway, they have Senzu Beans, so they won't hurt themselves..."

Tony paused, his gaze sweeping over the calm, vertical pupils of the Golden Requiem, which held no malice whatsoever.

"Oh, that makes sense."

As they spoke, the three parties in the hall simultaneously moved to the training ground.

"Shoot in landscape mode." Tony stepped back to a safe position and handed the phone to Peter.

Dark purple dragon flames ignited from the black bowstring, silver-blue light blades extended from the edge of the Milky Way Spark, and scarlet spider webs shot from Peter's fingertips.

Loki stood in the very center, his vertical pupils slowly lighting up, a smile that was arrogant to the core.

then……

"Brother!"

Thor burst in from the flank, his face flushed red, his voice high-pitched, stepping over scorched earth.

"I know I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have stabbed you with the knife..."

"You've finally changed, you're back to normal!"

"Come here, I'm your brother! Hit me! Hit me here!"

He patted his chest, tucked the Chaos Blades behind his back, and his eyes were actually glistening with tears.

Barton, Wayne, and Peter all stopped at the same time.

Loki was also stunned.

"..."

He stared at his stupid older brother for a full three seconds, then turned his head away, not wanting to say a single word.

"Brother!"

Thor took another step forward, spreading his arms wide as if to give someone a giant bear hug.

"Say something! You can punch me a couple of times, I won't fight back..."

Loki didn't look at him; Golden Requiem turned his head slightly.

boom!

Thor stood rooted to the spot, his entire body seemingly rewinding.

He stepped back to the same spot, his arms still outstretched, frozen there, his expression blank.

"..."

He looked down at his feet, then looked up again.

"Brother?"

Loki finally turned to the side and said, slowly and deliberately, "You're blocking my way."

"I just wanted to..."

"You're interrupting my fight."

"..."

The hall was silent for a second.

Then Tony chuckled.

"Alright, alright, that's enough with the touching moments."

He emerged from the corner, arms crossed, and sized up Loki, whose expression, though seemingly devoid of emotion, was abruptly turned away.

"If you're not interested in fighting anymore, let's take a break and get down to business."

Loki did not respond.

"Pfft!"

Peter couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his head to laugh quietly.

Patton put down the bow, his expression unchanged, but the corner of his eye curved slightly.

Wayne put the Galaxy Spark into his pocket, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What are you laughing at!" Loki pointed at the crowd, his cheeks slightly flushed. "This isn't funny at all!"

"Okay, okay, it's not funny."

Tony waved his hand, turned around and patted Harry on the shoulder, his tone completely different now.

"Did you record the previous battle data?"

Harry immediately perked up, and the holographic projection next to him had already drawn several data boxes.

"It was copied a long time ago, but the energy curve of the Golden Requiem is very strange. Its decay rate is three orders of magnitude higher than any known magic system, but it didn't annihilate; instead..."

"It's like being taken over by another set of rules." Tony continued, his expression becoming much more serious. "The zeroing out in Golden Requiem isn't about annihilation, it's about rewriting the underlying logic."

"Yes!" Hali nodded vigorously. "If we can deconstruct the mathematical model of that rewriting mechanism, theoretically we can reverse-engineer a counter-framework against conceptual-level capabilities..."

"You mean, to use scientific methods to replicate a shield that can be used to fight against the gods?"

"Not a shield," Harry shook his head, his super brain racing with deductions.

"It's a core protocol for anti-mechanical armor. When the opponent's ability touches the armor, the system actively identifies the energy rules and interferes in the opposite direction..."

"Stop." Tony raised a hand. "Go on, we'll have to spend the day in the lab, but I have something more important to do. Wayne, wait for us."

He turned his head and saw that Wayne had already put on his coat.

"No need to wait," Wayne said calmly.

"Are you leaving?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"I can't stand by and watch the Joker do nothing."

Wayne picked up his briefcase, his tone remaining flat.

"That funny guy," Peter said, "is he really that hard to handle?"

"No one is difficult to deal with," Wayne glanced at Peter, "it'll just take a little longer this time."

"Are you going alone?"

Wayne didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept around the court and finally settled on Tony, lingering for almost two seconds.

"If anyone is interested in Gotham," he paused, "they could take a look at Gotham's ecology while they're at it..."

Team building invitation.

Tony stroked his chin, hesitating for a moment.

Although the flow of time is different, who knows when the Kang Dynasty will arrive?

"Okay, I've got it. Once I'm done here, I'll go and visit Gotham City's underground economy."

"You're welcome anytime."

Wayne waved and then pushed open the door to leave.

"I'll open the gashapon machine, then go back and take care of the Kang Dynasty, and then go to Gotham for a stroll."

With one less person in the hall, the atmosphere actually became much more relaxed.

Harry had already gleaned three sketches from the holographic screen, and his excitement was palpable.

"Teacher Tony, I just thought of a direction..."

"Let's talk in the lab," Tony interrupted him. "I don't want to listen to anything you say here."

"Okay." Harry put the holographic screen back into his bracelet, picked up his backpack, and casually pushed the cannon into a corner.

"I'll be going now, Mr. Loki. I've copied your combat data; you probably don't mind, do you?"

"You've already copied it." Loki glanced at him.

"Yes, so I was just being polite." Harry said, then went to find a small room in the shop to study it.

"..."

Loki looked at Tony, "The kid you brought..."

"That's how geniuses are," Tony patted his suit. "Don't worry, he won't misuse it."

"Once he finishes developing the prototype of the God-Slaying Anti-Armor, I'll let you try out the first version."

"You're planning to use my combat data to create an armor set to counter me?" Loki was taken aback.

"Build an armor set that can counter all conceptual-level abilities," Tony corrected, "including the Golden Requiem."

"Then you'd better speed things up," Loki said, his eyes lowered, unusually calm.

"Because if such a thing really exists, you will need it to a much greater degree than you can imagine now."

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

Thor tucked the Blades of Chaos into his belt, walked over to Loki, and stood still without saying a word or reaching out again.

The two brothers exchanged a glance.

Loki was the first to look away, nudging his shoulder. "Why did you come over crying? Aren't you ashamed?"

"I didn't cry!" Thor immediately exploded. "I just got dust in my eyes!"

"What kind of dust came in? There isn't a single speck of dust in the training ground."

"Brother, you..."

Fury quickly raised his hand to interrupt everyone, looking at these oddballs with a dark expression on his face.

"Hurry up and open the gashapon machine, then we'll go back and deal with Kang, okay?"