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

"Yes, I also recorded it. If you want to see it, you can add me as a friend and I'll send it to you."

Li Ang pulled out an unidentified device from his pocket and waved it around.

"Li Ang!!"

Wanda raised her staff, the ruby ​​at its tip humming.

Pietro grabbed his sister's arm. "Calm down! We can't win!"

Li Ang smiled as he packed up his equipment and jumped off the rock.

He walked over to Tony and glanced at the standalone position.

"This is good."

"Not bad?" Tony suddenly turned his head towards Leon, his words full of probing. "Don't tell me you want to take it."

"Don't worry, I'm a businessman, I don't steal from my customers."

Li Ang spread out his hands and waved them to indicate his innocence.

"I'm only here to vent about something."

"What?"

Li Ang threw away the empty Coke can, which bounced twice on the rock and rolled away.

"Kang, the one who surpasses others, runs really fast."

"How dare he call himself the overlord who conquered millions of timelines? His chair was shattered by a raccoon's three cannon shots, and he was forced to kowtow seven times by a space thug with a broken sword."

Li Ang counted on his fingers.

"His final move was... to blow up his own chest cavity as a smoke bomb, and then slip through a crack that led to who-knows-where."

"I've rarely seen a villain escape like this."

Rocket burst out laughing.

Star-Lord couldn't hold back any longer, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

Even Frank's brows relaxed slightly, though he remained expressionless.

Li Ang turned around, his professional smile returning to his face.

"But seriously, even though he's escaped, you should still be careful."

"Someone who has died millions of times beyond the realm has suffered such a huge loss this time. Next time he comes back, he'll definitely bring an even bigger one."

Tony snorted and tapped his finger on the independent trading seat on his chest.

"Let him come. I'll use his own skills to beat him up and see who feels more pain."

Vision spoke softly.

"I need to remind everyone that the most urgent thing is to return to the central courtyard to rest, and then..."

"You built my dam!" Rocket jumped up. "First, let's divide the spoils! I want 30% of that rock!"

"You didn't even hit the core with a single shot, what do you want 30% for?" Star-Lord retorted.

"Missed the target on the first shot? Who blew up that broken chair of his? It was me!"

"That was caused by a concept grenade; the raw material for the grenade was the fatigue I generated from swinging my sword!"

"If I hadn't electrocuted you, your fatigue would have been nothing but a useless blob of red snot!"

Pietro stepped in.

The three of them were arguing loudly in the wreckage.

Tony crossed his arms, looked at it for two seconds, and then sighed.

"Vision, open the door and take these rookies back to the central courtyard."

Vision raised his hand, and the energy of the Space Stone gathered in his palm. A golden portal slowly tore open ten meters away.

On the other side of the door is the New York skyline.

Sunlight streamed through the portal in the central courtyard.

"Let's go! Let's go home and take a shower!" Darcy slid down from the Tyrannosaurus's head and dusted off his hands.

The group began to walk toward the portal one after another.

Star-Lord and Rocket were still shoving each other, arguing about the profit-sharing ratio.

Wanda grabbed Pietro by the ear and dragged him toward the portal.

Frank walked silently at the back of the group.

Barton and Coulson walked side by side, exchanging a knowing, wry smile between the two players who were slacking off the most.

The portal closed after the last person passed through.

The desolate planet returned to silence.

The burning wreckage of the warship was still emitting smoke.

Under the dark brown sky, several pieces of shattered blue-purple armor tumbled in the wind.

At the bottom of the crater where Kang had just detonated his chest cavity, there was a perfect radial crack on the scorched earth, with a shallow pit shaped like a human in the center.

That was the final spot where the conqueror knelt.

……

New Avengers headquarters.

As everyone filed out of the portal, Jane Foster rushed toward the holographic table in the conference room.

As her data was uploaded, the holographic screen displayed seventeen layers of energy fluctuation analysis charts, each layer marked with dense red annotations.

"A preliminary analysis of the polyhedral crystal has been completed."

Without even looking up, Jane's fingers flew across the air, displaying data rapidly.

"The decay coefficient of the internal high-dimensional energy is zero."

"zero."

She finally looked up, took off her glasses, and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"It means the energy inside this stone... will not be lost, never."

Tony leaned against the doorframe, his dark gold armor already retracted into its belt.

He twirled the multifaceted crystal in his hand, its ethereal light dancing between his fingers.

"Perpetual motion machine".

"It's even more extreme than that concept," Jane corrected. "A perpetual motion machine is simply one where energy is indestructible."

"This thing has a constant energy density... however much you take away, it will automatically replenish the same amount of energy from higher dimensions."

"So theoretically..."

"In theory, as long as you can crack the encryption layer inside, it is an infinitely large high-dimensional energy tap."

"Twist as many as you want."

Tony gripped the crystal in his hand even tighter.

"Fuck."

His voice was filled with excitement.

"I retract my previous statement about a two-thousand-year gap."

He held the crystal up to the light, and the shimmering light refracted from its twelve facets cast a flowing rainbow on the ceiling.

"This thing is five thousand years ahead of current technology."

"That is, you can crack that time lock encryption," Vision reminded him at the opportune moment.

Give me time.

"how long?"

"Three days," Tony said without hesitation.

"If it's three days for you, it usually means a week."

Jarvis's voice came from the ceiling speakers.

"Jarvis, your吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks) skills have improved lately. Who taught you that?"

"you."

Laughter echoed throughout the hall.

The tension that had been building for so long has finally been released.

Star-Lord sprawled on the sofa, too lazy to even take off his shoes.

Pietro walked to the kitchen at a normal pace and opened the refrigerator to look for food.

Darcy used the Shrink Lamp to shrink Greymon, then dozed off in a corner while holding the doll-like Greymon.

The Tyrannomon cooperated by lowering its breathing rate, afraid of waking its master.

Wanda sat cross-legged on the carpet, her staff resting horizontally on her knees.

Both staffs dimmed and entered a charging standby state.

Rocket, carrying a sausage he'd found in the kitchen, squatted under the conference table to disassemble the launch tubes for maintenance.

Frank sat alone in a chair by the window, his right hand wrapped in bandages, his eyes closed.

He wasn't asleep; instead, he was reviewing the day's battle.

Can the defensive efficiency of the Six Styles Iron Body against the time-based weapons of the blue-purple armor be optimized? Is there a more efficient way to open the Eight Gates Formation?

The Punisher's way of resting is to keep his thoughts from wandering.

"It has to be beer!"

Barton found a can of beer in the refrigerator, unscrewed it, poured half a can down, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Coulson walked over to him and took a can from the box as well.

The two men touched the jars together, but said nothing.

Some celebrations don't need words.

Thor finally snapped out of his sullen mood and joined in, snatching a can of beer from him.

"How can you go drinking without me?"