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

Just as Darcy's finger touched the gashapon shell, a series of crackling sounds came from the corner of the living room.

Pietro squatted by the wall, alternately clenching and unclenching his fists.

Tiny golden arcs of electricity sprang from between his fingers, striking the floor and leaving tiny, sesame-seed-sized focal points.

"I can control the direction now!"

Pietro excitedly stretched out his palm, and an arc of electricity struck the empty toy shell three meters away with pinpoint accuracy. The shell bullet flew and bounced back after hitting the wall.

"Can you just shut up for a minute?"

Rocket hugged Groot's leg and took a half step back, the hairs on his nose standing on end.

"Shut up, I'm calibrating it."

Pietro flicked his wrist, and another arc of electricity shot out.

This time it missed its target, grazed Coulson's ear, and blew up a bag of nuts hanging on the shelf.

"Aim carefully before releasing; that's a basic skill for secret agents."

Coulson silently tilted his head, his expression unchanged.

"Agents don't use lightning."

Pietro muttered something, but obediently reduced the range of his finger movements.

The air was filled with the smell of ozone and the aroma of burnt nuts, and golden arcs of electricity danced around the living room.

Some clung to the chandeliers, while others slid slowly along the wall, like a swarm of restless fireflies.

At this critical moment, the door was pushed open.

A blue and white halo opened, and a hand holding a mug emerged first.

"Li Ang, I've cracked one-third of Kang's armor code. I'll tell you later..."

Just as Tony Stark stepped halfway across the threshold and his right foot touched the floor, a streak of electric current shot up from the sole of his shoe.

Noisy!

"Fuck!"

Tony jerked, spilling half a cup of coffee from his mug onto his sleeve, the dark brown liquid running down his white shirt sleeve.

He froze for two seconds, looked down at his soaked sleeves, and then looked up at the golden arcs of electricity crisscrossing the living room.

"Can someone explain why I get an electric shock just by walking through a door?"

"It's mine." Pietro peeked out from behind the wall, holding up his right hand, which was still sparking. "That was an accidental injury."

"Accidental injury?" Tony shook his wet sleeves twice, spilling coffee all over the floor. "Were you welding?"

Tony strode in and casually placed his mug on the counter.

"Jarvis, make a note of this: Pete Romaksimov owes me a glass of Blue Mountain, 2019 vintage, directly from the estate."

"It's been recorded, sir."

Jarvis's voice in the headset was very measured and precise.

Pietro rolled his eyes and ignored him, continuing to squat back in the corner to practice his electric arc.

Taking advantage of this moment, Darcy finally turned her attention back to the gashapon in her hand. The golden shell rolled half a circle in her palm and was heavier than she had expected.

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling!" Star-Lord sprawled on the sofa, urging her, "I'm about to fall asleep if you don't turn it on soon."

"What's the rush? It's not like you're the one smoking it." Darcy rolled his eyes at him.

They gripped each other tightly.

Click.

The moment the shell popped open, a beam of digital blue light burst forth from the crack, illuminating Darcy's face in a deep blue.

The light effect lasted for about two seconds before turning off; it lacked the grandeur of a golden legend and there was no random music.

Darcy looked down at his palm.

A palm-sized electronic device lay there, its casing a deep orange.

The front features a small LCD screen, and the corner design has a strong industrial feel reminiscent of the 1990s.

A set of pixelated waveforms is displayed on the screen, and there are three physical buttons at the bottom.

"What's this? A pager?" Star-Lord tilted his head and leaned closer.

"Dragon Machine"

Li Ang's voice drifted from behind the counter, tinged with amusement.

"The first device in the Digimon series, capable of connecting to the Digital World and summoning and raising Digimon."

"You can think of it as... a remote control for a biological weapon."

Darcy held the Digimon up and down, examining it twice, his thumb unconsciously resting on the largest button.

"So, I can summon a monster just by pressing a button?"

"Theoretically, it requires a data source and an evolutionary medium; it's not something that can be done with a simple click..."

Li Ang hadn't finished speaking.

Darcy pressed it.

The screen lit up with a blinding white light, and the Dinosaur emitted a sharp electronic buzzer.

The buzzing sound created an eerie resonance with the golden arc of electricity that Pietro left in the air...

The tiny lightning bolts that had been darting about haphazardly suddenly gathered together, converging in unison towards the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Huh?" Darcy was startled by the sudden pulling force, and his hand trembled.

The Digimon was lost.

The small orange device tumbled twice in the air, bounced once on the floor, and then its screen faced upwards, shooting up a beam of white light.

The beam of light hit the ceiling and bounced back, the angle of refraction just right...

It plunged straight into the Tyrannosaurus Rex egg in the corner of the living room.

At the same time, all the free golden lightning arcs in the air were enveloped by this beam of light and surged toward the egg with a roar.

Organic matter from 65 million years ago, digital signals from another world, and a high-dimensional velocity force field collided in 0.3 seconds.

"Holy crap!" Pietro sprang up from the corner.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex egg exploded.

It wasn't a physical explosion; the eggshell surface was instantly covered with a dense array of bright green digital codes.

Golden lightning patterns are interspersed between each line of code, the two energies intertwining and wrapping the entire egg into a luminous object.

The egg is expanding.

It gets bigger every second.

It grew from the size of a basketball to the size of a washing machine, and then to half a person's height.

The cracks on the eggshell became denser and denser, and green and golden light gushed out from the cracks. The temperature suddenly soared, and the fur on the back of the rocket closest to it was blown flat by the heat wave.

The alarm lights on the roof of the gashapon machine started spinning wildly, flashing red light across everyone's astonished faces.

Jane's wristband alarm went off in a series of crackling sounds.

"The energy level is still climbing!" Her fingers danced across the holographic projection. "This isn't a normal hatching reaction; digital signals are rewriting the genetic code of the organism inside the egg!"

"Furthermore, the time factor of the Speed ​​Force is accelerating the entire evolutionary process!"

The egg has grown to two meters tall, and cracks run through the entire shell.

Green code and golden lightning converged deep within the crack, emitting a low rumble that made the entire gashapon shop tremble.

Tony had been electrocuted, splashed with water, and now shaken; the expression on his face had shifted from anger to numbness.

He slowly poured the last sip of the now-cold coffee from the mug into his mouth and swallowed it.

Darcy.

"Um?"

"Your slip of the hand is very deliberate."

Darcy opened his mouth to explain, but the longest crack on the eggshell burst open at that moment, and a dazzling mixed light engulfed everyone's vision.