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

Burning fragments of the warship slowly fell from the sky, leaving orange-red trails in the dark brown sky.

Just then, Tony's armor thrusters lit up 300 meters away, and he slowly descended towards the center of the explosion.

Jarvis's voice came through the communication channel, his tone showing an extremely rare fluctuation.

"Sir... I detected an abnormal signal source at the origin of the explosion."

"Multiple abnormalities?"

"Exceeded my database limit."

Tony's boot sole landed on the scorched earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He bent down.

Fingers brushed aside a layer of carbonized rock debris.

Beneath the debris, something is glowing.

A polyhedral crystal.

It was about the size of an egg, with twelve facets, each emitting a faint glow at a different frequency.

Blue-white, dark gold, and violet light flowed and intertwined inside the crystal, making it look as if someone had stuffed a small ball of aurora into a glass sphere.

Tony's dark gold gauntlet encased the crystal, examining it from all angles.

Jarvis's scan data was refreshing rapidly on the panel.

"Sir, the internal structure of this crystal is extremely unique."

"It...it seems to be one of the core components of the spherical seat of the Transcendentalist Kang."

"Be specific."

"After the time spherical seat was shattered by the concept grenade, most of its parts were erased by dimensions."

"But this crystal survived the explosion because of its high dimensional stability."

"It stores high-dimensional energy density..." Jarvis paused, "I'm sorry, sir, I need to recalibrate the range to give you an accurate figure."

"The target has exceeded the current testing limit."

Tony paused for two seconds, his fingers holding the crystal.

Then, he raised his head and smiled, his dark golden compound eyes gleaming against the dark brown sky.

A unique, technically enthusiastic laugh emanated from beneath the mask.

"Not enough?"

"Jarvis, your potential is based on my peak form."

"Now tell me, does this stone's energy density exceed that standard?"

"Yes, sir, preliminary estimates suggest at least... three orders of magnitude more."

Three orders of magnitude.

A thousand times.

Tony Stark gripped the crystal tightly, his palm pulsating with terrifying energy even through his armor.

The thrusters ignited again, and he rose from the scorched earth, leaving a dark golden trail as he rushed toward the group of people.

boom!

The sole of the boot slammed into a flat rock surface, shattering several rings of cracks around it.

The visor folded back to the sides, revealing a face slightly flushed with excitement.

"Everyone!"

Tony raised his right hand, the multifaceted crystal between his fingers emitting a mesmerizing glow.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

"What is this?" Rocket was the first to rush over, bringing his nose close and sniffing hard twice. "It smells like superconducting material, but not entirely..."

"This furry colleague asked a good question."

Tony twirled the crystal halfway between his fingers.

"Simply put, this thing is the heart of that broken chair of the transcendent Kang."

"The concept grenade shattered the shield and base, but the core remained intact, containing high-dimensional energy..."

He took a breath, trying to appear less agitated, but failed.

"Enough to allow the technology level of the central courtyard to leap forward by two thousand years."

Two thousand years ago.

This number carries significant weight coming from Tony Stark.

Everyone in the stadium fell silent.

Hulk squatted to the side, still holding the twenty-meter-long crossbeam in his hand.

He released his grip, and the crossbeam slammed to the ground with a dull thud.

"Two thousand years? Are you sure you're not exaggerating?"

"Bruce, when do I need to brag?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Every boast I make ends up being a patent."

Star-Lord leaned closer and tilted his head to look at the stone.

"So this is the loot? We almost got wiped out by a multiverse madman, and all we got was a stone?"

"A single stone that can change the entire level of civilization," Tony corrected him. "What do you think war is for? For fun? For the spoils of victory?"

"And this fruit..." He held the crystal up to eye level, its ethereal light swirling in his pupils, "is much sweeter than I imagined."

Vision slowly descended, and the Mind Stone on his forehead emitted a faint, responsive light.

"Tony, this crystal does contain high-dimensional information encoding, but part of it... is encrypted."

"Encryption method?"

"It's not conventional encryption; it's more like some kind of time lock, requiring specific timeline coordinates to decrypt."

"Does that mean there's a surprise hidden inside?" Tony's expression changed from fervent to greedy.

"Or a trap," Vision added.

"We'll discuss the details when we get back."

Tony carefully stored the crystal in the independent compartment on the chest of his armor, setting the protection level to the highest.

The surroundings finally became completely quiet.

Star-Lord surveyed the battlefield, a desolate planet littered with burning wreckage of warships and fallen mutant soldiers.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and the sour smell left behind by the dissipation of high-dimensional energy.

He let out a long breath.

Won.

Although Kang escaped, his fleet, his elite troops, and his damned chair were all destroyed.

Wanda put away her staff and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Darcy lay on the head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, swinging his legs and resting his hands on the horns as handrails.

Frank retracted his Blacklight Armor and walked out of a pile of variant wreckage expressionlessly, without even a drop of the other party's blood on him.

Clean.

efficient.

cruel.

Coulson stood at a distance, the elastic light membrane on his right palm just extinguished, and he turned to look at Barton beside him.

Barton crossed his arms, wearing a helpless expression that said, "I didn't even get a chance to do anything," just like Thor.

"You didn't even have a chance to make a move?" Coulson asked in a low voice.

"I had just drawn an arrow from my quiver when Frank had already slaughtered them all." Barton's lips twitched down. "I suspect I'm here for tourism."

"Me too." Coulson nodded sincerely.

Just as the atmosphere was gradually shifting from tense to relaxed.

An untimely praise came from the right.

"Not bad!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Li Ang didn't know when, but he was already sitting on a protruding rock.

He held a can of iced cola in his right hand and a half-bucket of creamy popcorn in his left.

He casually crossed his legs, looking at the wreckage and ruins on the ground, his expression no different from that of someone watching a New Year's movie in a theater.

"When did you get here?" Star-Lord's neck vein throbbed.

"You guys arrived before the fight started."

Li Ang stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and mumbled his evaluation.

Overall performance: 8 out of 10.

"I give Wanda a 9 out of 10. The only downside is that the voice is too soft and the audience can't hear it."

Wanda's face turned red at a visible speed.

"You've been watching the whole time?"