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

"load!"

Mechanical sound effects popped out from the driver, crisp, clean, and with a minimalist sophistication.

It's not the kind of deafening special effects background music, but rather a system prompt that is so precise that every syllable is designed.

The two buckles were pushed into the slots, making a dull locking sound.

Click.

Buzz!

A sound like the roar of a motorcycle rang out, and the core module at the center of the drive began to rotate.

Red and white light poured out from the gaps in the module, spreading along the belt to both sides, outlining a geometric net of light all over Star-Lord's body.

"Flip over..."

The second utterance of the mechanical voice trailed off, and the temperature in the training ground plummeted by two degrees in that instant.

"FIGHT!"

The white space exploded.

Orange-red and white light particles erupted from the core of the driver at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Light particles spun at high speed within a one-meter radius around Star-Lord, intertwining, colliding, and then began to climb upwards from his feet...

Ankle, calf, knee, thigh.

The silver-white base armor took shape first, conforming to the muscle lines, with each armor plate connected by orange-red energy seams.

Waist, abdomen, and chest cavity.

The core breastplate snapped shut with a crisp, clean sound, and geometric dividing lines in orange-red and white ran across the front.

Embedded in the center of the chest plate is a diamond-shaped core of the same origin as the driver, emitting a soft, warm white light.

Shoulders, arms, and hands.

Finally, the head.

The faceplates converged from the back of the neck along the jawline, fitting snugly onto the face, while two fox-ear-like extensions served as decorations for the compound eyes.

The orange-red light shone through the narrow compound eye sockets, cold and sharp.

Transformation complete.

Kamen Rider Goku Fox.

The person standing in the center of the training field is no longer that interstellar scoundrel who rolls his eyes and foams at the mouth.

The body is covered in streamlined red and white armor, with subtle energy flows circulating at the joints of each armor plate.

The outer sides of both feet also extend propellers similar to motorcycle exhaust pipes.

In Star-Lord's hands, there was an additional orange-red and white semi-automatic pistol, the Magnum Shooter 40X.

Star-Lord looked down at his hands, which were covered in red armor gloves, and then looked up and swept his gaze across the training ground.

The orange-red light in the compound eye spun halfway around, and a dense stream of HUD data popped up in the field of vision...

Physical fitness index, armor integrity, weapon heat, ambient temperature, and vital signs of everyone around.

Everything is on full display.

"This user interface is a million times better than the Milan's navigation system."

The voice coming from under the visor had been slightly metallic-filtered, lowering it by half a tone, but the tone was still that of Peter Quill.

"Appearance rating: nine out of ten." Tony walked around him, tapping his chin twice with his fingers. "I deducted one point because the color scheme is a bit too flashy, like Santa Claus wearing a mecha suit."

"You look like you're in mourning clothes when you're all dressed in black."

Star-Lord pulled out the Magnum Shooter 40X with a backhand flick and twirled it between his fingers.

The weight of the gun is just right, with the center of gravity concentrated behind the grip, making it easy to operate with one hand.

Inside the barrel, three layers of superimposed energy acceleration tracks can be vaguely seen, and the spiral rifling on the inner wall of the muzzle is so precise that even dust cannot accumulate.

"How does it feel?"

Rocket had somehow appeared at Star-Lord's feet, tilting his head back and staring at the gun with a thieving glint in his eyes.

"It's like...it was custom-made for me."

Star-Lord raised the gun to his eyes and looked through the scope at the far wall of the training field.

The red dot of the crosshair remained firmly fixed on the focus, automatically adjusting to his breathing rhythm.

"Of course it's custom-made for you. The driver will automatically adjust its parameters based on the user's fighting style."

Li Ang chewed on his second burnt nut.

"You were a gunman by training; it just amplified your shooting talent many times over."

"Alright." Tony clapped his hands twice and walked to the control panel in the training field.

"Looking good is useless."

"Let's warm up with some fighting."

The white space of the training ground distorted once again.

This time, it wasn't a simulated physical fitness test.

They were sixteen ordinary variants of Kang, lined up in a row thirty meters away.

The blue-purple armor stood out starkly against the white background. Each variant held a standard time scepter, and a thin protective force field enveloped their bodies.

It's not a shield of absolute defense like the one from the Transcendentalist Kang, but it's not made of paper either.

The force field strength of the standard variant is sufficient to withstand direct fire from large-caliber armor-piercing projectiles.

"Sixteen at once." Tony leaned against the control panel, his finger resting on the difficulty adjustment knob. "Thirty seconds."

"Too much." Star-Lord's voice came from behind the mask, his tone much steadyer than before he transformed.

Is having more of this a good thing or a bad thing?

"It's been over thirty seconds."

Tony raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and pressed the start button.

Sixteen simulated physical fitness tests started moving simultaneously.

The eight in the front row raised their Time Scepters, and beams of blue energy converged toward Star-Lord's position.

The eight rear-row units began to flank from the side, attempting to form a crossfire network.

Star-Lord stood still, holding the Magnum Shooter 40X in his right hand, muzzle pointing downwards.

He moved when the energy beam was five meters away from hitting him.

Buzz!

The thruster roared and burst into flames.

The thrust was directly injected into the armored power system of the legs.

Boom!

Star-Lord's body was launched off the ground, shifting laterally by one body length at a height of three meters...

"Eight beams of energy crossed through the spot where he had just been standing, burning a charred circle on the floor."

In mid-air, Star-Lord raised his right arm.

The Magnum Shooter 40X's muzzle was aimed at the mask of the first variant on the left.

Swish!

A solid red energy bullet shot out from the gun barrel, so fast that it left a straight red trail in the air.

The moment the energy blast penetrated the force field, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the thin protective shield, and then it shattered completely.

The warhead continued its advance and struck the mask squarely.

The mutant's head disappeared from above its neck, fragments of light erupted, and its torso fell backward.

One shot.

From firing to hitting the target, it took less than 0.3 seconds.

"one."

Star-Lord did a half somersault in the air, and his thruster modules fired again, pushing his body two meters to the right.

The second shot.

The third shot.

Two red bullets were fired almost simultaneously...

The left hand changed its angle in mid-air, and the muzzle made two fine adjustments within 0.1 seconds.

The force fields of both variants shattered simultaneously, and the chest cavity was pierced.

"Three."

His body hadn't even hit the ground yet.

The enhanced mobility of the thruster is not simply jet propulsion; it gives the wearer the ability to change direction multiple times in three-dimensional space.

Star-Lord's body traced an irregular zigzag trajectory in mid-air, each turning point precisely avoiding the crossfire from the variants in the back row.

The fourth shot pierced the shoulder joint of a variant that was charging up energy, and the Time Staff slipped from its grasp.

The fifth shot was fired from an extremely tricky angle of elevation. The red bullet flew 15 meters along the floor, passing through the morph's groin and hitting the knee of another morph behind it.

"What kind of marksmanship is that?!"

Rocket was perched on Groot's head, its claws gripping the bark tightly, its mouth agape, wider than its face.

"You used a body double?"