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

"Withdraw, back to the central courtyard."

Seeing the internal strife in Kang, Tony made a decision immediately.

Vision's Mind Stone on his forehead glowed with golden light, and the energy of the Space Stone gathered in his palm, unfolding several blue portals before everyone.

On the other side of the door is the lobby of the Avengers headquarters in the atrium.

"Everyone, get out of here!" Steve shouted.

The Avengers filed in.

Frank took two steps and then looked back at Kang, the Transcender, in the distance.

The man who had crawled back from hell stood atop the ruins, his feet treading on the remnants of the elders' army, his face devoid of any joy of victory.

Only hatred.

Hatred that has burned seventeen million times.

The blue light flickered.

There are no more Avengers on Planet Bate 7.

……

Gashapon shop.

Unlike the raging war outside, this place is luxuriously quiet.

Li Ang leaned back in the recliner behind the counter, his feet propped on the table, holding an iced cola in his left hand and two golden gashapon capsules in his right.

The holographic projection in front of me is playing a recording of the battle on Planet Bet7.

"Tsk."

Li Ang took a sip of cola, tossed the gashapon capsule into the air with his fingers, and caught it again.

"The three founding members were betrayed by their own people. Does this mean I'm getting a preview of Avengers 5?"

"No, it should be called the Avengers 5 before it was modified."

He put down the cola and opened the system panel.

The value points balance fluctuated steadily, each shift in fate on the battlefield replenishing his account.

"During the Kang Dynasty's civil war, the entire Avengers escaped a seemingly inescapable predicament..."

Li Ang placed the gashapon capsule on the counter and ran his finger across the panel twice.

The holographic projection switched to the Avengers headquarters in the atrium, where Tony was calling a meeting with everyone.

Li Ang zoomed in on the image and took another sip of cola.

"The best is yet to come."

……

Avengers Headquarters, Conference Room.

Everyone huddled around a small round table, the air thick with the lingering smell of burning from the war.

"Alright, everyone sit down, let's start the meeting."

Tony tossed Centurion Kang's body into a corner, his visor popped open, revealing a face etched with exhaustion.

"I don't have a chair," Drax said, raising his hand.

"Stand still." Tony didn't even look at him.

"Groot," Groot whispered.

"You're a tree, you can just stick it into the ground." Rocket kicked Groot in the shin.

Doctor Strange stood at the other end of the table, his cloak swaying slightly behind him.

Kerry leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her eyes scanning everyone as if she were visiting a zoo.

"Get to the point. Kang Gang, the Transcendent One, has just killed the centurion and is now dealing with the other two elders."

"Even if the Immortal Kang and Ramatut are crippled, it won't be a quick and easy way to completely defeat them."

Tony tapped on the table.

"According to my calculations, it will take Kang, the Transcendent, at least three to four weeks to completely digest the remaining forces of the three elders."

Harry quickly pulled up the battlefield data next to him; the holographic screen was filled with countless energy curves that were jumping around.

"That means we have almost a month to catch our breath." Tony nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

Are you sure?

It was Doctor Strange who spoke, holding a tattered fragment of time between two fingers, the orange-gold magic circle rotating slightly.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not sure how much you know about the name Kang the Conqueror."

"Speak." Tony looked up at him.

"Kang the Beyonder's real name is Kang the Conqueror." Doctor Strange placed the fragment on the table, his voice calm.

"The reason the three elders joined forces to exile him was not because he was too weak, but because he was too strong and had a fatal trait."

"What trait?" Steve asked.

"Even if he remains silent for a while after taking his revenge, he will not be satisfied with revenge."

Doctor Strange's gaze swept over the crowd.

"Revenge was just the beginning for him; what he truly wanted was conquest."

"Seventeen million deaths won't diminish his ambition, it will only make it more insane."

"Once he resolves his internal conflicts, his next target will definitely be the strongest being in this universe."

Doctor Strange raised his finger and pointed to everyone present.

"That is, you guys."

"A group of bizarre Avengers wielding powers that don't belong to this timeline are a thorn in the side that any version of Kang must remove."

The meeting room was silent for two seconds.

"So you mean, after we've taken down Kang's underlings, we still have to wait to be settled with Kang's boss?"

Star-Lord slumped in his chair, his voice filled with despair.

"My wallet is empty, and I'm about to die. Can't I just rest for a bit?"

"Shut up, Quill," Rocket and Gamora said at the same time.

Fury leaned back in his chair, his one eye half-closed, his fingers rummaging in his pocket for a long time.

"I have a friend."

Everyone looked at him.

Fury took something out of his pocket.

It wasn't some high-end weapon; it was a pager.

It has an outdated design, a severely worn exterior, and a faded red and blue star logo printed on it.

"Chief Fury, are you serious?" Peter Parker leaned over for a look. "I've seen this thing in a museum."

"Shut up, kid."

Fury pressed a button on the pager, sending out a signal.

"Her name is Carol Danvers, codename Captain Marvel."

"Probably one of the most powerful fighters in the universe besides you guys."

"How good is he?" Tony pressed.

"The kind of thing that can dismantle a warship by hand in outer space."

"One man can't change the course of the war, Fury." Tony raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.

"I know." Fury put the pager back in his pocket. "But having one more capable person is better than having one less."

"The issue isn't about having one more or one less person."

Tony stood up, walked to the body of Centurion Kang, and crouched down to examine the tattered armor.

"Kang the Conqueror has over 40,000 elite variants, each of which is quite powerful in individual combat."

"Even if each of us can fight a hundred, we still won't have enough people to fight forty thousand."

"So?" Steve asked.

"So," Tony dusted off the crumbs from his hands, stood up, "those who need to pull gashapon capsules still need to do so."

"But I'm not going this time."

All eyes were once again focused on him.

Tony pointed to the centurion's body in the corner, then to Harry.

"I need to figure out the workings of Kang's armor. With Harry's super brain and my engineering experience, we can reverse engineer a specific solution."

"Forging iron is more important than anything else, thank you."

Harry pushed up his glasses; the data on the holographic screen had been organized into more than a dozen categorized folders.

"I have already done a preliminary scan of the Centurion's armor wreckage. If we can crack this code, theoretically we can manufacture all the equipment that can interfere with Kang."