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

The silver meteor shattered the special glass of the Avengers headquarters.

That composite armored glass, which was supposed to withstand a direct hit from an anti-tank missile, was no different from tin foil in front of the Silver Surfer.

boom!

Shattered glass fragments, accompanied by shockwaves, exploded in all directions.

The can of beer that Barton had just opened was blown away by the blast wave, spinning three times in mid-air, spraying foam all over Coulson's face.

The highest level intrusion alarm blared wildly, and red warning lights flashed alternately, illuminating everyone's faces in a flickering light.

"Sir! The target has breached the building's interior!"

Jarvis's voice burst from the speaker, speaking twice as fast as usual.

"All energy shields are disabled! Repeat, all disabled!"

The Silver Surfer hovered in the aftershocks of the shattered glass, his feet half a meter off the ground.

She was enveloped in silver cosmic energy, her short hair swept back in the out-of-control airflow, each strand gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

She scanned the hall, her gaze finally settling on Tony.

"Damn it!"

The rocket was the first to react, leaping out from under the table and grabbing the half-disassembled launch tube with its two claws.

With a sausage dangling from his mouth, he aimed the launcher at the Silver Surfer.

"Lady in silver, I don't care who sent you, barging in while I'm maintaining my weapons is extremely impolite!"

Star-Lord sprang up from the sofa, his right hand reaching for the driver at his waist.

"I agree with Raccoon, although I rarely agree with him, but breaking in through the window was certainly not very dignified!"

"Why break the window when there's a door? Are you going to pay for the renovations?"

Patton wiped the beer foam off his face, his right hand already silently gripping the Aurora Bow.

Silver Surfer ignored them and instead looked curiously at the multifaceted crystal.

"That's it."

The Silver Surfer spoke.

"Hand it over."

"What do you want to pay?"

Tony slowly straightened up from beside the door frame, his fingers still resting above his belt.

"That crystal containing high-dimensional energy."

The Silver Surfer lowered his gaze to look at him, his tone as indifferent as quoting prices at a market.

"It does not belong to your level of civilization."

"Once the Galaxian Lord arrives, all high-dimensional artifacts on this planet will be recycled."

"Hand it over in advance, and I can give you... a gentler way to end things during the extraction process."

You could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Darcy huddled in a corner, clutching the miniature version of the Tyrannosaurus.

Wanda gripped the staff on her knees tightly.

Frank stood up from the chair, his hands stretching out from flesh and blood into double blades.

"A relatively mild way of ending it."

Tony muttered those words twice, then laughed.

"You want to devour our planet and then expect us to give you gifts out of gratitude?"

Tony loosened the doorframe and walked step by step to the center of the hall, the broken glass crunching under his feet.

Silver Surfer frowned; she did not respond to Tony's words.

"madness."

Silver Surfer raised her right hand and pressed her palm down into the air.

boom!

An invisible, terrifying force spread out and covered the entire hall.

Star-Lord's legs suddenly buckled, and his knees slammed heavily onto the floor.

Immediately afterwards, he was forced to the ground, and his forehead hit the floor tile with a "thud".

"Fuck!"

The rocket's limbs were pressed flat against the ground, the launch tube slipped out of its claws and rolled three meters away, and the sausage it was holding in its mouth also fell out.

Hulk grunted and knelt on one knee.

He braced his fists on the floor, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and a crack appeared in the floor tile between his fingers.

"This pressure... is much greater than that of those useless Ramatuts!"

Darcy screamed, and he and the Tyrannosaurus were pinned to the corner of the wall.

The Tyrannomon protected her, its body rapidly shrinking back to its original size, its golden armor creaking under the strain.

Coulson's knees buckled, but he instinctively took half a step toward Barton.

Patton gripped the bow tightly with his right hand, his knuckles turning white, stubbornly holding on and not falling.

Frank remained motionless as the Six-Type Iron Body was activated on his body, hardening all his muscles into steel plates.

But the floor tiles beneath his feet couldn't withstand the force transmitted through them, and radial cracks popped out from the soles of his boots.

He stood there, but his face was ashen.

"Hand over the stone, then kneel down."

The Silver Surfer's voice came from above.

"Before Lord Devourer of Stars, all inferior civilizations should kneel down."

"Big sister, you're right about everything."

Li Ang sat on the armrest of the sofa, still holding the can of Coke in his hand. He gulped it down and wiped his mouth.

Gravity had no effect on him whatsoever.

It was as if that overwhelming cosmic energy had gone around him.

The Silver Surfer's attention briefly fell on the young man, his pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly looked away.

Her gaze returned to Tony.

Because Tony was standing there too.

His boots were also on the cracked floor tiles, leaving spiderweb-like patterns with every step.

His spine bent for a moment, but he straightened it with brute force.

The Amadam Spirit Stone at her waist throbbed wildly, its red pulses flashing through her clothes, intertwining with the eerie glow of the polyhedral crystal in the independent compartment on her chest.

Sweat rolled down Tony's forehead, and the veins in his neck bulged.

"You want me to kneel?"

He looked up, beads of sweat flicking from his chin.

"Do you know who the last person made me kneel down was?"

"Lazar, that bandit leader from Afghanistan."

"Then I strapped him to a missile and he exploded into fireworks."

Tony stepped forward with his right foot, and the floor blasted open a fist-sized crater beneath his feet.

"In this courtyard, someone dared to break into my house, smash my windows, and even demand that I kneel down and hand over my things..."

He raised his right hand, pointing his finger in the direction of the Silver Surfer.

Who do you think you are?

The red light from the spirit stone spread upwards along his arm, leaving patterns that matched the color of the molten lava.

Silver Surfer's brows finally furrowed deeply as she sensed the energy fluctuations emanating from the spirit stone.

"Ultimatum."

The energy in her palm intensified.

Star-Lord's face was pressed hard against the floor tiles, and he let out a muffled cry of pain.

Rocket couldn't even squeeze out a complete sentence.

But Tony remained standing.

The light from the spirit stone burst forth to its limit, and red energy formed a thin protective barrier along his body, forcefully withstanding the cosmic gravity.

"An ultimatum?"

Tony's voice was low, but every word rang in the ears of everyone present.

"What a coincidence."

"I also have something to say to you: Go to hell!"

The Amadam Spirit Stone at his waist was fully activated, and all the ancient inscriptions on the silver base lit up.

The ruby's brilliance suddenly tripled, forming the complete transformation belt shape at his waist.

"Henshin".

The inscriptions fell off the belt, scattered, and reformed, and red light enveloped Tony Stark's entire body.

The shattered glass in the hall was sent flying by the aftershocks of the force, spinning in the air and turning into dust.

Silver Surfer's pupils contracted sharply.

She had never seen the frequency of this light on any planet in the universe.

"Kamen Rider Stark Black Hole Heat Stream Form - Rune Form!"