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

"A real man never complains about poor equipment."

Li Ang slowed down his speech by half a beat, pronouncing each word clearly.

"A real man achieves miracles with single pulls."

The training ground fell silent again.

Rocket's ears perked up, and Darcy leaned down from Tyrannomon's shoulder.

Wanda stopped chasing Pietro, rested her staff on her shoulder, and the two of them looked over together.

"Give me a gashapon machine."

Star-Lord gripped the soda can, his fingers leaving dents in the aluminum.

Li Ang pulled a golden gashapon capsule from the air and placed it in the center of the counter.

The capsule toy rotated slightly under the light, its surface shimmering with a faint halo.

Star-Lord stared at the gashapon capsule, his palms sweating profusely.

"What if we find another rusty sword this time..."

"Probability theory does not accept threats, Mr. Quill."

Star-Lord took a deep breath and reached out his hand.

Hold the upper half of the capsule toy with your five fingers.

Click.

The moment the gashapon shell was unscrewed, there was no grand display of gold, no festive background music so over-the-top it made you want to smash the machine.

The lighting effects this time were very quiet.

Two beams of light, red and white, seeped out from the cracks in the shell, intertwined and rose upwards, converging into a fist-sized two-colored sphere of light half a meter in front of Star-Lord.

The ball of light hovered for about two seconds.

Then it exploded silently.

As the shimmering light fell, the white ground of the training field was tinged with a layer of red and white shimmering light.

Star-Lord lowered his head.

The capsule toy shell in my palm was empty, but the inside of the shell still retained its lingering warmth.

And on the floor half a step in front of him, three things lay there quietly.

The first item is a belt.

The silver-gray metal base features a streamlined core module embedded in the center, showcasing a strong sense of design.

There is a slender vertical slot on the front, and a circular snap-fit ​​interface on each side, with finely engraved micro-textures along the edges.

The second and third items are two metal buckles, each slightly larger than a palm.

It is dark red all over, with an abstract outline of a gun embossed on the front and a line of very small foreign letters engraved at the bottom: Magnum.

The other one is silver-white with three parallel airflow grooves on its surface.

The training ground was very quiet.

It wasn't the solemnity of a grand occasion; it was everyone waiting for a reaction.

Star-Lord crouched down and picked up the belt first.

The metal feels cool to the touch, and it's surprisingly lightweight.

He turned it over and looked at the back of the base; the snap-fit ​​structure was so precise that it didn't seem like a handmade product.

Each line is embedded in a metal interlayer, with no exposed solder joints visible.

Pick up two more buckles.

Holding the dark red Magnum in my left hand, a faint vibration emanated from within.

The frequency is extremely low; when placed on the palm, it feels like something is breathing.

The silver-white thrusters were quieter, but the moment Star-Lord picked them up, every hair on his arm stood on end...

It was a tiny wisp of air seeping out from the grooves of the buckle, giving his skin a push.

"Driven by desire".

Li Ang's voice drifted over from the edge of the training field.

He was still in the same position, hands in his pockets, leaning against the white wall, his tone no different from when he was reading the menu.

"In one universe, the person who wears it is called the Chosen Knight, and is responsible for participating in a survival elimination tournament where cities are the stakes."

"If I win, one wish will come true."

"If you lose, you will disappear from everyone's memory."

Li Ang straightened up from the wall and took two steps.

"The two buckles in your hand are the initial configuration."

"Magnum, Shooting Specialization Module".

"Insert the driver and a unique weapon, Magnum Shooter 40X, will be generated..."

"A semi-automatic energy pistol, with range, accuracy, and penetration all at the top level for knight equipment."

"Thruster, mobility enhancement module."

"Once activated, it grants the wearer explosive displacement ability, allowing for multiple teleportations and mid-air direction changes within three-dimensional space."

Li Ang stopped three steps in front of Star-Lord.

"When these two things are combined, you are no longer a target standing still and swinging a sword."

"You are a versatile battlefield fighter who can fly, fight, and dodge."

"More importantly..."

He tapped his temple.

"The Knight Armor will construct a complete bio-energy circuit throughout the wearer's body, enhancing your muscle output, nerve reflexes, and cell metabolism to dozens of times the limits of the human body."

"in other words."

"After you put it on, then swing that iron sword."

"The backlash of causality won't break you."

When those last words landed, the air in the training ground trembled.

It wasn't a physical vibration; it was that everyone present simultaneously took a breath.

Star-Lord gripped his belt and buckle, his knuckles turning white.

Are you sure?

"I have never misrepresented the specifications of anything I've sold." Li Ang stepped back, clearing the center of the area.

"Why not just give it a try?"

Star-Lord swallowed hard and looked down at the three items in his hand.

He was silent for three seconds, then he moved.

The moment the belt is pressed against the waist, two self-adaptive buckles pop out from the metal base and precisely engage with the side of the waist.

The driver core module lit up briefly and emitted a very short electronic beep.

Star-Lord picked up the Magnum with his right hand and the thrusters with his left.

The two snap-fit ​​interfaces align perfectly with the circular snap-fit ​​positions on both sides of the driver...