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

The light lasted for a few seconds.

Everyone was forced to close their eyes or raise their hands to cover their ears, their eardrums filled with low-frequency mechanical resonance and creaking sounds like bones growing.

Once the light dimmed to a level where you could open your eyes, the living room no longer resembled a living room.

A crack appeared in the ceiling, running from east to west, and sawdust fell down in a flurry.

Two sofas were overturned.

In the corner where the eggs were originally placed, stood a huge creature.

It was crouching so low that it almost touched the ceiling.

Golden armor covered his entire body, with emerald green digital circuits flowing through the patterns of each scale, and golden arcs of light occasionally flashing between the gaps.

Its arms are thick and strong, with three curved alloy claws at the ends of each arm, the tips of which gleam coldly.

The back features a shield-shaped structure that folds and closes in, with serrated heat dissipation fins along the edges.

The head has the standard Tyrannosaurus Rex outline, but the jaw and throat are covered by thick chrome alloy armor.

A thick tail coiled around its feet, its tip forked into two strands, each inlaid with a fist-sized golden crystal.

It squatted there motionless, and when it breathed, the vents in its chest cavity expelled hot air, directly evaporating the coffee stains left on the nearest coffee table.

"Achoo!"

Then it sneezed.

The giant beast's nostrils suddenly contracted, and a golden bolt of lightning shot out from its mouth, carrying a scalding stream of air straight forward.

Tony Stark was standing directly in front of him.

To be more precise, standing directly in front of him was Tony Stark, holding the last half-cup of cold coffee in his hand, trying to salvage his mood.

A golden lightning bolt grazed his fingertips, and the mug shattered into four pieces under the high-frequency vibration of the electric arc, splattering porcelain shards and residual coffee all over his face and chest.

Tony stood there, covered in shards of porcelain and brown water stains, not moving for two seconds.

"Today's almanac says it's not advisable to drink coffee."

"Sir, today's almanac indicates that everything is auspicious," Jarvis added into the headset.

"That's targeting me."

Tony wiped the coffee stains off his face with his index finger and calmly tossed away the broken handle of the cup in his hand.

Star-Lord slowly raised half of his head from behind the overturned sofa, his gaze passing over the sofa back and landing on the armored behemoth that filled half the living room.

His mouth was open, and his jaw seemed to be drooping.

"This...this is..."

"WarGreymon".

Li Ang had moved to the side of the counter at some point, his right hand supporting him on the countertop, and his left hand holding a rag wiping up the coffee stains that had splattered on him.

His tone was flat and indifferent, no different from reading a menu.

"The ultimate form of the Digimon series, the ultimate evolution form above Perfect level."

"Under normal circumstances, the Digivice should summon a baby Agumon, which needs to be nurtured over a long period of time to evolve to this stage."

He pointed with the rag at the green conduits and golden arcs of electricity flowing across the giant beast's body.

"But that egg itself is the biological basis of a Tyrannosaurus Rex from 65 million years ago, and when the digital signal rewrote the genetic code, it skipped all the intermediate forms."

"Plus, the Speed ​​Force arcs that Pietro left in the air were also injected into it..."

Li Ang paused for a moment, then glanced at the golden crystal embedded in the tip of the forked tail.

"Congratulations Darcy, you have drawn a WarGreymon that is at max level right out of the gate, plus a bonus Speed ​​Boost."

"The two-clawed dinosaur killer can tear apart most known physical defenses, and the Shield of Courage on its back can be deployed into an all-around energy deflection field."

"As for the golden crystals at the tips of the tails..."

Li Ang turned his head and glanced at Pietro.

"That's a byproduct of your Speed ​​Force crystallizing during the digital recombination process. Theoretically, it can give your attacks a time-penetrating effect."

Pietro stared blankly for five seconds, mouth agape, then looked down at his fingers, which were still tingling slightly.

"So some of my power went to the dinosaurs?"

"It didn't run away, it split and made a copy," Li Ang corrected.

"Your Speed ​​Force hasn't decreased; it just rubbed against you when that egg was hatching."

"It's like you took a trip through the Cretaceous period and left footprints on the timeline. It hatched by stepping on your footprints."

During the introduction, WarGreymon stood up straight as if to cooperate, but as soon as it looked up, it bumped into the five-meter-high ceiling.

The two claws are crossed, and the tips of the three curved alloy claws rub against each other.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sparks flew.

The shield of courage on his back popped open with a clang, and the three metal wings spread out to their maximum extent, making the nearby shelves creak.

Then it tilted its head back.

A mechanical dragon roar erupted from deep within its throat.

The sound wasn't just loud; it carried a vibration at some dimensional level.

The walls of the gashapon shop were shaking, the floor was shaking, and everyone's chest was resonating along with it.

Jane's bracelet screen went black for two seconds before restarting.

Doctor Strange's cloak stood up on its own, with the edges fluttering.

"That's all?"

Star-Lord stood up completely from behind the sofa, exuding a sour feeling of being betrayed by fate.

He looked down at the rusty, broken sword at his waist, then looked up at the armored dragon that could pierce the ceiling.

"Darcy drew a max-level dinosaur, while I drew a piece of junk that takes a lot of stamina."

"Is this fair? The world is so cruel to me!"

No one answered him.

Because everyone was focused on WarGreymon.

It lowered its head, and two large optical lenses slowly rotated, scanning everyone in the living room before finally locking onto a target.

Darcy.

The behemoth's pupils suddenly contracted and focused, and a stream of scorching air spewed out from the heat vents on its neck.

Then it moved.

A giant claw covered in alloy scales rose up, its three scimitar-like steel claws opening wide.

Each one was as long as Darcy's forearm, reflecting a cold metallic luster under the light.

The giant claw reached out and grabbed at Darcy.

It carried heavy wind pressure and the hum of mechanical drive.

Darcy's pupils contracted, and his feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground.

Wanda has raised her wand, and red energy is gathering at its tip.

Steve leaned half his body forward and pushed off with his right foot.

Tony's hand reached for his belt.

Everyone was a beat too slow to react.

Because the claw stopped.

The giant steel claw hovered less than twenty centimeters in front of Darcy, its three curved claws spread wide, each tip no more than a fist's distance from her nose.

The wind pressure blew her bangs back.

Darcy could see his own face reflected on the tip of his claws, his expression completely frozen.

Then the giant claw flipped over, and its three sharp claws slowly closed together, palm facing up, and lay flat.

That posture... is for catching someone.

WarGreymon lowered its head, the apertures in its two optical lenses were adjusted to the softest brightness, and a very low gurgling sound came from deep in its throat.

Darcy froze for three seconds before his brain finally came back online.

"It wants me... to go up?"

"It's waiting for you." Leon leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "The Tyrannosaurus Rex has chosen your biosignals as its primary driving force. From the moment it was born, it has only recognized you."

"So, go on up, Dragon Knight Darcy."