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

Doctor Strange hovered in the air, his red compound eyes turning toward her.

The silence was deafening.

Tony retracted his attack stance from the black hole form, his dark gold visor turning half a circle to the side, his compound eyes scanning the shards of glass, cracked floor tiles, and broken table legs scattered on the ground.

"Jarvis, tally up the repair costs."

"Preliminary estimates put the cost of structural damage to the headquarters, plus replacement of renovation materials, at approximately US$47 million."

"Put it on her tab."

Cheers and complaints erupted in the hall.

But Tony did not deactivate his transformation.

Jarvis's voice followed immediately, this time without any hint of mockery.

"gentlemen."

"The target's vital signs... have not decreased."

"Energy readings are picking up."

The cheers abruptly stopped.

Everyone's attention turned to the window.

On the lawn outside the building, at the end of the twenty-meter-long ditch, the silver light is shining again.

In the soil, a silver hand supported the ground.

Silver Surfer stood up from the mud puddle.

With composure, even with an elegance that makes your teeth itch.

The wound from Doctor Strange's kick was clearly imprinted on her chest...

The combined impact of the driver and the supreme magic blasted a bowl-sized dent into the silver cosmic energy shell, visibly breaking several energy circuits within.

But in those few seconds when everyone was watching, silver liquid metal began to seep out of the dent.

Unaffected by gravity, the liquids flowed, filled, and solidified from bottom to top.

The broken energy loop was reconnected.

The wound, the size of a bowl, heals at a rate of two centimeters per second.

three seconds.

The chest area has fully recovered.

Not even a scratch was left.

"Fuck." Rocket's sausage fell for the second time.

On Jane's data panel, Silver Surfer's energy curve climbed back up, almost exactly returning to the value before he was kicked away.

"Her self-healing mechanism is not biological regeneration."

Jane's voice was strained, and her fingers flew across the panel.

"It is a direct reconstruction of cosmic energy; in essence, her body is a mass of cosmic matter that can be freely edited."

"As long as she remains connected to the source of cosmic energy, this level of damage is merely..."

"Reboot," Vision finished the sentence for Jane.

The atmosphere in the hall plummeted to freezing point.

Silver Surfer brushed the dirt off his shoulders and looked up at the shattered window of the Avengers headquarters.

On that indifferent face, there was now a hint of displeasure at the fact that his clothes had been soiled by insects from a lower civilization.

She raised both hands at the same time, her fingers spread wide.

Silvery-white cosmic energy rapidly gathered around her, its density at least three times greater than the previous gravitational suppression.

The soil on the lawn began to crack.

All metal objects within a radius of fifty meters...

Streetlights, guardrails, two SUVs parked by the lawn...

They were all magnetized and twisted into a spiral shape.

"She's getting serious now."

Hulk clenched his fist again, and golden light shone faintly beneath his skin.

Frank ripped off the bandage on his right hand, revealing the faint, writhing black lines beneath.

Blacklight virus is in standby mode.

Steve's hand was already on the light stick on his chest.

Doctor Strange remained suspended in mid-air, staring at the silver figure outside the window.

"Physical attacks are ineffective, magical attacks are ineffective, and energy absorption can only provide temporary suppression..."

"Doctor," Tony interrupted him, turning his dark gold visor around.

"She is immortal." Vision's voice came from above, the Mind Stone on his forehead glowing faintly orange-yellow.

"To be precise, she is immortal as long as her connection to the cosmic energy source is not severed."

"And the source of this connection is..."

"It might be the true form of that star-devouring entity."

When that name was announced, the air in the hall seemed to grow heavier.

Outside the window, Silver Surfer had already gathered his strength, pushing forward with both hands, and a three-meter-diameter silver-white energy pillar roared straight towards the Avengers headquarters.

"Scatter!" Steve roared.

Tony and Doctor Strange attacked simultaneously, their black hole particles and the Flame Knight array forming a double barrier that forcefully blocked the attack.

The shockwave overturned all the remaining equipment in the hall.

Darcy's Tyrannosaurus Rex in the corner was so shocked that it sneezed, and a golden lightning bolt shattered the chandelier on the ceiling.

That's enough.

Li Ang emerged from behind the tilted sofa.

The popcorn bucket in his hand was gone, replaced by a newly opened can of iced cola.

He took a few steps toward the center of the hall, then turned to face Tony and the others.

The surrounding air became unusually "stable" for a moment.

It's not peaceful.

It's all energy fluctuations...

The black hole ripples lingering in Tony's palm, the chaotic flames swirling around Doctor Strange, the cosmic pressure continuously pouring in from the window through the Silver Surfer...

Everything was paused at the same time.

Dark gold black hole particles solidified in the air.

The rotation of the Flame Knight array stopped.

The Silver Surfer outside the window was charging up its second energy beam, but it was like a tightly turned-off faucet in her palm, impossible to release.

She froze, staring at her hands.

Cosmic energy is still circulating within her body, but it just can't be released.

She looked up abruptly, her gaze passing through the shattered window and locking onto the Asian youth in the lobby holding a can of Coke.

"Shh." Li Ang gestured for her to be quiet.

Silver Surfer's pupils contracted sharply; her cosmic perception roared as the readings on the creature before her were blank.

It does not exist within any known dimensional framework at all.

It's as if he doesn't exist in this universe.

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

"Li Ang..."

Tony's dark gold compound eyes turned to him, and a complex, metallic voice came from beneath his visor.

"You were able to make your move from the very beginning?"

"sure."

"But that's so boring."

Li Ang took a sip of cola and burped.

"The scene just now was so good, one punching a black hole and the other kicking a knight. If it aired, the ratings would be at least 30%."

"You bastard..." Star-Lord straightened up, supporting his aching knees, and grimaced.

"I was almost crushed into a human pancake by that gravity! And you were just sitting there watching?"

"As long as you didn't turn into a pancake, that's fine, isn't it?"

Li Ang blinked and turned to look out the window.

Silver Surfer remained suspended above the furrowed lawn, her body tense, silver cosmic energy surging on her surface but unable to be released outwards.

"What are you?" the Silver Surfer asked in a deep voice.

"Businessman."

Li Angchong waved to her.

"Come inside and talk, it's too cold standing outside."

"Don't worry, there won't be a fight near my shop. Those were just trailers."

Silver Surfer withdrew the cosmic energy from his body and slowly flew into the hall.

The moment she landed, the soles of her boots touched the floor tiles, and fine frost patterns appeared within a ten-centimeter radius around them.

She stood in the center of the hall, looking around at the shattered glass on the floor, the broken table legs, the overturned sofa, the craters in the walls, and the burn marks.

"Your lair is more vulnerable than anticipated."