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

"Turn off the emulator."

The edge of the training field.

Tony covered his face with his hands, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes between his fingers.

"Now, immediately, right away."

His voice was tired and hoarse, coming out muffledly from between his fingers.

The arena was filled with chaotic golden lightning remnants of the Speed ​​Force, swirling dark red chaotic energy aftershocks that continued to roll out of control, and three tire bubbles that kept bouncing around.

And the screams of Wanda chasing Pietro all over the place, and the sound of Star-Lord retching in the corner.

And Thor's snoring never stopped from beginning to end.

Li Ang leaned against the farthest corner of the training field, hands in his pockets, quietly watching the chaos unfold.

Wanda was still chasing after Pietro.

The staff swung with tremendous force, Pietro dodged left and right, but the difference in speed between the two in this close-quarters brawl was not significant...

Wanda's chaotic magic imbued the staff with an automatic tracking fine-tuning, making the staff tip more agile than a missile when it bends.

Two of the three fatigue bubbles are still ejecting normally, with random trajectories, occasionally grazing the back of someone's head as they fly past.

Rocket huddled with Groot nestled between Tyrannosaurus's toes, while Drax raised his hands, trying to shoo away the bubbles.

The third one was the bubble that had been struck by Pietro's Speed ​​Force arc.

It is still flying.

The color changed from dark red to deep purple, and it was a whole size larger than the other two. Occasionally, golden arcs of light would flash across its surface.

Its trajectory was faster than the other two, its launch angle was more unpredictable, and the buzzing sound it made each time it bounced off the wall was deeper.

Jane was the first to notice; the data panel on her bracelet had been running non-stop calculations since the beginning.

At the moment the chaotic magic exploded, all sensors were disrupted by the shockwave, and the data became garbled.

But now that the interference was over, the first line of data that popped up after recalibration made her frown.

"That color-changing bubble has the wrong energy properties."

Jane muttered something under her breath and zoomed in on the data.

The original fatigue bubble was a purely conceptual entity...

Fatigue, an abstract physiological state, is a product of the physicalization of the Paw Fruit and does not contain any conventional energy.

However, after being struck by the lightning arc of the Speed ​​Force, the internal composition of the bubble changed.

Jane's ten fingers slid rapidly across the holographic projection, replaying frame by frame the moment the electric arc struck the bubble.

"The core of the Speed ​​Force is a high-dimensional factor of time, while the fatigue generated by the Paw-Paw Fruit is a materialization of that concept..."

Her lips moved a few times, and her calculation speed increased rapidly.

"When two different dimensions of rules collide, they superimpose—not physically, but conceptually..."

Jane looked up, her pupils suddenly contracting.

"It has become a conceptual..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Because that dark purple mutated bubble bounced off the wall again.

This time, it was launched directly at the still-operational fitness simulator in the center of the training field.

The simulated body has stood up, and the time-freezing force field is slowly recovering.

The time-spherical chair behind it floated in mid-air, its surface intact, emitting a soft blue-white light.

In the last round, WarGreymon's Gaia Cannon blasted the simulator to pieces, but the seat didn't even get a scratch.

That was Kang's absolute defensive trump card.

The Rockets have said they want to find vulnerabilities in the underlying code.

Tony said he would give him three days to disassemble it into parts.

But nobody cares about this right now, because the place is full of people running around and things flying everywhere.

The mutated bubble swept across the ground along an extremely low parabola, passing between Wanda and Pietro, and crashed straight into the shield base of the Time Spherical Seat.

The moment of impact.

There was no explosion.

A conceptual entity capable of penetrating magic shields, deflecting Thor, and running rampant in the training grounds collided with the so-called absolute defensive Time Sphere Chair.

The moment the deep purple bubble adhered to the surface of the shield base, the seat's shield shattered.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the blue-white shield light curtain starting from the point of contact, and the cracks spread and proliferated at an extremely fast speed.

Where the cracks passed, the shield's color changed from blue-white to gray, and then from gray to nothingness...

The high-dimensional time factor of the Speed ​​Force, combined with the materialization of the Paw-Paw Fruit concept, creates a superposition of products after the collision...

It is itself a concept-level bomb specifically designed to target the rules of time.

It became a negation of "the rules of time themselves".

The seat's shield could not withstand this rejection.

Crack!

Cracks ran through the entire surface of the shield.

Then it broke.

Blue and white light fragments fell like snowflakes, exposing the physical body of the chair in the white space of the training field.

Without the shield, the seat is just a chair.

An ordinary, blue-purple chair with armrests.

Jane's bracelet emitted a sharp alarm sound, and bold, enlarged red text popped up on the projector...

[Shield Collapse]

The training ground fell silent.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the alarm.

They saw the blue and white shield fragments shattered into countless snowflakes, and the exposed, bare seat itself.

I saw the deep purple mutated bubble slowly float into the air after penetrating the shield. Its size had shrunk by more than half, and the luster on its surface had dimmed considerably, but it was still spinning.

"What is that?"

Drax's voice broke the silence as he pointed to the shrunken, deep purple bubble, his expression filled with confusion.

Jane didn't answer him; she had already rushed to the projection screen.

With fingers swiping frantically, one set of data after another is brought up, overlaid, compared, and cross-validated.

Frame-by-frame playback, spectral analysis, dimensional scanning...

She stopped after thirty seconds.

My hands were resting on the edge of the projector, and my shoulders were trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

"Jane?" Steve walked over.

Jane turned around, her expression a complex mix of excitement, shock, and disbelief.

"Coulson's Paw-Paw Fruit can eject the abstract physical state of the human body into a conceptual entity."

"The fatigue bubble that pops out carries the underlying attribute of time loss."

"After Pietro's speed force electric arc struck the bubble, the high-dimensional time factor and the conceptual entity reacted in a superposition."

"Then they created a concept-level grenade specifically designed to counter the rules of time."

"It doesn't attack matter, it doesn't attack energy, it doesn't attack space; it only attacks time."

That's all for now.

Tony was the first to rush over.

What are the triggering conditions for the superposition reaction? The minimum power threshold of the speed force arc?

Is there a lower limit to the volume of the bubbles? Can they be mass-produced?

"Stability parameters? Decay period?"

"I need the raw data, all of it, with Jarvis synchronized!"

He bombarded us with seven questions in one go.

"Sir, we have connected to the training ground data link. The raw spectrum and dimensional scan are being synchronized."

Jarvis's voice came through Tony's headset, and because the volume was turned up so high, everyone present could hear it clearly.

Jane was pushed and stumbled, but she wasn't annoyed. She found a new angle, retrieved another set of data, and began parallel calculations.

Two tech geeks sat side by side in front of the projection screen, their fingers swiping alternately.

Star-Lord got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and walked over to Pietro.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the chair in front of them that had lost its shield, and then at the shrunken mutated bubble in mid-air.

"So... the fatigue I released while swinging my sword was expelled, struck by your lightning, and turned into something capable of smashing that chair?"

Star-Lord's voice was very soft.

Pietro scratched his sparse, yellow hair, and a few strands fell out.

"...It seems so."

The two fell silent for a moment.

"So every time I swing my sword from now on, I'm creating a conceptual hand grenade."

Star-Lord's tone was calm.

"I'm not just a human battery anymore."

"I am a human ammunition factory."

No one refuted him.

Coulson walked to Star-Lord's left, raised his right hand and looked at his palm, where a faint elastic membrane still remained on the fleshy pad.

"I filmed it, you know what I'm doing."

Coulson's summary is very concise.

"Pietro's in charge of chopping," Wanda added, unconsciously pulling her staff back from her hand.

"The three of them work together perfectly!"