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

"Walk."

Tony turned around and called out to everyone.

In the training field, Jane was collecting data from her wristband, while Coulson was exercising his right palm.

Darcy had already climbed onto Tyrannosaurus's shoulder, and Wanda's hand, gripping the bird-headed staff, had veins bulging on the back.

Pietro squatted down to tie his shoelaces, golden arcs of electricity flashing twice from his ankles.

Star-Lord stood at the very back, his right hand gripping the Magnum Shooter 40X, his left hand reaching for the iron sword at his waist.

His expression was complex, a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and a little bit of frustration at having to hand in his paper early.

"I haven't practiced enough yet," Star-Lord muttered.

"Nobody's done practicing." Tony didn't turn around and strode towards the Anywhere Door.

"But the exam bell rang."

He stepped across the threshold and onto the roof of the Avengers headquarters.

The sky in New York is indigo.

The shadows cast by thousands of warships covered the entire city.

And directly above all the shadows, Kang the Transcendent's finger finally moved.

The second before Kang, the Transcendent, pressed his finger, all the screens in seventeen cities around the world were simultaneously hijacked.

The giant screen in Times Square, the LED wall in Shibuya, Tokyo, the electronic screen in Piccadilly Circus, London...

Even every mobile phone, tablet, and laptop that is playing.

All the images switched to show the same person's face.

Kang, the Transcender.

The blue-purple mask was half-open, revealing the lower half of her face.

He didn't look at the camera, but instead looked down at the city below, speaking in a tone as if he were explaining a museum exhibit.

"The ants in the courtyard."

"I am Kham, Kham the Conqueror, Kham the Transcender, the One and Only Kham."

"Your timeline has deviated from the sacred path because a group of mutated individuals who should not exist have appeared among you."

"They call themselves heroes."

"But what is the essence of a hero?"

"It is the abuse of unchecked financial power to commit evil deeds, a sword hanging over your heads that could go out of control at any moment."

How many people died in the alien invasion of New York? How many buildings did the Hulk destroy each time he went out of control?

"The ruins of Sokovia are still under restoration..."

His voice carried a condescending tone.

This is more persuasive than any crazy declaration.

Around the world, crowds stopped in the streets, looking up at the hijacked giant screen.

On a New York street, a middle-aged man in a plaid shirt clutches his phone, sweat beading on his forehead.

"What he said...makes sense, doesn't it? Those superheroes, every time they fight, they tear the whole street apart..."

The young girl next to her retorted, "Are you crazy? The Avengers have been protecting us all along! Without them, New York would have been flattened by aliens long ago!"

"Protect? The entire city of Sokovia was destroyed, their homeland was gone, wasn't that their doing?" another man interjected.

"That monster said he'd kill all superpowered people, but isn't he the biggest superpowered person himself?"

"Killing everyone else and leaving only yourself—isn't that what a dictator is?"

Arguments erupted simultaneously on every street in every city.

On the screen, Kang, the one who surpassed others, continued speaking.

"I will eliminate all mutants."

"Ordinary people, put down your useless weapons and wait where you are."

"I will not harm individuals who pose no threat."

"This isn't an invasion, it's pruning."

"I will trim the weeds from your timeline, and your world will return to order."

"Countdown begins."

"Thirty seconds later, the global time-freezing field will be activated, and all superpowered individuals will be permanently sealed in the Time Amber."

He raised his left hand, and the light from the dark blue button danced at his fingertips.

"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

The rooftop of the Avengers headquarters.

The Anywhere Door is still open.

Tony stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking up at the spherical chair and the holographic projection of a face magnified a hundred times in the air, thousands of meters above the ground.

The wind was strong, blowing his hair wildly and making his shirt flutter in the wind.

Footsteps echoed from behind the Anywhere Door.

Star-Lord, Pietro, Wanda, Coulson, Darcy...

Jane came out last, and the countdown on her wristband was synchronized with Kang's countdown.

"Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty..."

"What's the rush?"

A lazy voice drifted out from deep within the Anywhere Door.

Everyone turned around.

Li Ang walked out of the door, holding a large bucket of freshly popped caramel popcorn, with the logo of a Gotham City movie theater printed on the bucket.

"Oh, you've arrived early."

"Leon! Can't you act a little more nervous?!" Star-Lord's voice rose half an octave.

"Why are you nervous? He's the one who should be nervous."

Li Ang shoved the popcorn bucket into Pietro's arms and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"You guys have practiced before."

"We've only practiced for two hours!"

"Two hours is enough." Li Ang looked at the driver on Star-Lord's waist, tilted his head, and said, "Mr. Quill, you now have a gun, a sword, and armor, and you have control, output, and sustain."

"What else do you want?"

"At least let me play a few more rounds of simulation..."

"Eight, seven, six..."

"There's no time," Tony interrupted everyone.

He walked to the very edge of the rooftop, his toes dangling in the air.

The wind rushed up from my feet, lifting the corner of my clothes.

He simply stood there, looking up at Kang, the Transcender, who was standing 10,000 meters in the air.

"Jarvis, connect me to global broadcasting and hijack his signal."

"Connected, sir."

On all the hijacked screens around the world, a small window suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Inside the window was a man with messy hair.

Tony Stark.

"Hey."

Tony's voice was broadcast across every screen around the world via hijacked broadcast channels.

"Don't listen to that purple-faced idiot's nonsense."

"He said he wanted to trim the weeds?"

"Please, the last person to say something like that was Thanos, and we turned him to dust."

"Everyone in the central courtyard, stay home and lock your doors. If there's a basement, go there."

"We'll handle it."

"Oh, right..." Tony suddenly lowered his voice and tilted his head to look at the camera.

"Get the popcorn ready."

He turned off the radio.

"Three, two..."

Star-Lord took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket Leon had given Pietro, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Then he pulled out the Magnum buckle and the thruster buckle with his right hand and inserted them into the slots on both sides of the driver.

Click.

"load!"

Buzz!

A roar like a motorcycle engine exploded from his waist.

"Flip over..."

"FIGHT!"

Red and white light particles erupted from the driver, outlining the streamlined armor of Star-Lord's entire body.

The silver-white base armor was formed first, followed by the orange-red base armor.

The mask closed along the jawline from the back of the neck, and the fox-ear-like extensions stood upright, while the compound eyes shone with a cold, orange-red light.

Kamen Rider Goku Fox.

Standing on the roof of the Avengers headquarters in the wind.

"one……"

Kang counted down to the last number and pressed his finger down.

The dark blue button was pressed firmly.

Star-Lord raised the Magnum Shooter 40X, aiming the muzzle at the nearest Kangzhi elite guard next to the spherical seat ten thousand meters in the air.

He pulled the trigger with his index finger.

Swish!