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

"So I'm just a human-shaped battery, right?"

Star-Lord was still howling in the same spot.

"Swing a sword drains the battery, the sensation is lost, then you have to recharge with Senzu Beans—what's the difference between that and being a tool?"

"A highly skilled tool," Darcy corrected.

"Thank you for making me feel a little better."

Star-Lord rolled his eyes and then covered his face with his hands.

I slumped back on the sofa, my legs felt weak.

No one ignored him.

Jane was still frantically working out tactical models on her wristband, while Coulson stood beside her, listening attentively as she explained the time windows for each step, nodding and taking notes from time to time.

Doctor Strange sat cross-legged, hovering in mid-air, his eyes closed as he processed the data from the simulation battle.

Steve leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, already strategizing in his mind.

The atmosphere was very warm.

Everyone is busy.

Only Pietro stood with his shoulders against the wall, hands in his pockets, and eyes darting around.

Wanda was the first to notice something was wrong. She turned her head to look at her brother, her brows furrowing slightly.

Pietro didn't notice her gaze; his mind was replaying images of the planet Bet 7.

Kang, the Transcender.

When that monster who had returned from beyond the realm, leading 40,000 elite variants to seal off the entire sky, he stood on the flank of the battlefield, his heart almost stopping.

He is Quicksilver.

Speed ​​is everything to him, his pride and joy, and the foundation for protecting his sister.

But on that battlefield, his speed meant nothing.

Kang's vanguard variant could tear through space with a wave of his hand; no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape a folded dimension.

Loki sealed off the battlefield for him; it was chaos magic that created the environment for him to unleash his attacks.

What if there were no Loki?

What if his opponent doesn't give him time to prepare next time?

Pietro clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

The Sonic template gave him kinetic energy, while the Tornado armor provided him with wind elemental amplification and defense.

But that's far from enough.

"What are you thinking about?" Wanda walked over, her voice very soft.

Pietro looked up, his lips twitching slightly, but the smile didn't last.

"I want to run faster."

Wanda didn't respond; she knew her brother too well.

Pietro pushed himself away from the wall and strode across the living room.

He walked past Star-Lord.

Star-Lord was still wailing.

Passing by the rocket.

Rocket squatted in front of the holographic screen, mumbling and calculating data.

As he passed by Doctor Strange, the doctor didn't even lift his eyelids.

As she passed by Jane, Jane kept staring at the data on her wristband.

Finally, he stopped in front of the metal box.

There were seventeen premium gashapon capsules left in the box, their golden shells gleaming softly under the light.

"Li Ang".

The Asian youth who had been wiping cups behind the counter finally looked up.

"Um?"

Give me one.

Li Ang put down his cup, tilted his head, and looked him over.

"I'm not fast enough."

Pietro took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"What I lack is not how fast I can run, what I lack is... a dimension."

Pietro clenched his fist, and the muscles in his hand twitched twice.

"Kang can freeze time. With a wave of his hand, the ground beneath my feet turns into a mud pit. No matter how fast I run, I'm just standing still."

"So what I need isn't faster legs, but the power to crush that mud."

The living room fell silent.

Even Star-Lord stopped howling and tilted his head to look over.

Li Ang leaned against the counter and scrutinized Pietro from head to toe for two seconds.

"OK."

He took a gashapon capsule from the box, placed it on the counter, and with a gentle push of his finger, the capsule rolled to Pietro's feet.

"Take it."

Pietro reached out and caught it, his palm closing up.

The cold touch of the metal casing reached him, and without hesitation, he twisted it with both hands…

Click.

The shell popped open.

There was no golden light.

No special effects.

There is no music.

There were no physical props either.

The two empty shells fell to the ground with a clinking sound, flipped over, and lay there empty inside.

"..."

The entire room remained silent for a full two seconds.

"Empty?" Darcy leaned closer and bent down to look at the shell on the ground.

"Damn it!" Star-Lord was the first to jump up. "Is this some kind of prize for nothing? I told you this crappy machine has such a low odds of winning..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

hum.

An extremely faint vibration came from the gashapon capsule.

Something more primal and violent is coalescing.

Jane's bracelet was the first to trigger a red alert, and all the data on the holographic projection turned into exclamation marks.

"Abnormal energy readings! Not spatial, not magical... Category unknown!"

Pietro instinctively took a half step back, his hair standing on end.

next second.

A golden bolt of lightning struck down from the void.

There were no dark clouds, no thunder, and no warning signs whatsoever.

The lightning bolt was no thicker than a finger, yet its color was so bright it pierced everyone's vision, instantly turning the entire living room into pure gold.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.

The lightning didn't strike the ground; instead, it precisely pierced Pietro's forehead.

"Ugh!!"

Pietro arched his back, the back of his head almost touching his back.

Within half a second, his pupils were completely covered by blinding golden lightning, his irises and pupils disappeared, and his two eye sockets became two scorching sources of light.

The surrounding air began to distort.

It's not thermal distortion, it's distortion in the time dimension.

The coffee cup on the counter shattered on its own, the fragments flew into the air and stopped, then flew back upside down to piece together the whole cup, before shattering again.

The remaining gashapon capsules in the tin box floated up and rotated irregularly around Pietro.

The rocket's bag of potato chips was ripped off, and the chips broke apart into tiny starch particles in mid-air.

"Everyone back off!"

Steve suddenly grabbed Darcy, who was closest to him, and pulled him back.

Jane stumbled from the push, but she didn't look away; the data on her wristband was still flashing wildly.

Doctor Strange landed from his levitating state, instinctively raising two mandala shields from his hands to block in front of him.

Wanda rushed forward two steps, the ruby ​​wand already in her hand.

"Pietro!!"

Pietro could no longer hear.

He lowered his head, his whole body was wrapped in golden arcs of electricity, and his hair stood on end.

Fragments of lightning crackled through his silver hair, and a ring of radiating, charred cracks appeared on the wooden floor beneath his feet.

"Don't touch him!" Li Ang suddenly raised his voice.

Wanda pulled back her outstretched hand.

"This is the resonance period; if it's broken, he's ruined."

Li Ang's expression was calm, but the fingers he was using to support himself on the counter tightened slightly.

Pietro's body began to tremble.

It wasn't the kind of trembling you feel out of fear, but rather a very high-frequency micro-vibration.

His outline began to blur.

Like an old-fashioned television that can't receive a signal, the image is stretched horizontally, leaving a ghosting effect.

One Pietro, two, three, five...

Countless golden afterimages peeled off his body, spreading out in all directions and then shrinking back, repeating endlessly.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone and the acrid smell of burning skin.

"Li Ang! Could it be that he..." Wanda's voice changed.

"He won't die." Li Ang spoke very quickly, "but what he's about to do, none of you can stop him."

The voice just fell.

Pietro abruptly raised his head, his pure golden pupils staring straight ahead...

Or rather, he was staring in a direction that only he could see.

Then he moved.

boom!!!

A sharp, sonic boom exploded, causing excruciating pain as if everyone's eardrums had been pierced.

The shockwave overturned everything in the living room that wasn't secured. The sofa fell over, the coffee table slid three meters away, and Rocket scrambled to grab Groot's leg.

Pietro vanished into thin air, leaving only a charred human-shaped outline where he had stood, the wooden floor imprinted with the pattern of his shoe sole by the intense heat.

The golden afterglow lingered in the air for a fraction of a second before fading away.

The gashapon shop returned to silence.

The soft clattering of broken glass on the ground lasted for quite a while before stopping.

Where did he go?

Drax held up half a broken potato chip, his mouth agape, forgetting to close it.