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

The doorbell of the gashapon shop rang.

This sound would be commonplace under normal circumstances, but under the high-pressure atmosphere of a 72-hour countdown, it was enough to make everyone's hair stand on end.

"Who?"

Star-Lord's hands moved faster than his brain; the driver's buckle was already pressed against his waist.

The Magnum Shooter 40X popped out from the side of the waist, its muzzle pointing directly at the doorway.

The rocket sprang out from under the sofa, its two claws grabbing the launch tube.

Pietro's golden arcs of electricity crackled at his ankles as he transformed into a blur and flashed in front of Wanda.

Wanda gripped the bird-headed staff tightly in her other hand, dark red chaotic energy swirling and churning at its tip.

Frank silently stood up from his chair, the black patterns on his right arm writhing and extending into a half-meter-long blade.

Even Darcy took two steps back while holding the Digivice, the miniature WarGreymon perched on her shoulder, tiny arcs of electricity emanating from its nostrils.

The door opened.

The silvery light poured in, fading the colorful stickers in the gashapon shop.

Silver Surfer pushed open the door and glanced down at the plastic sign that read "Welcome".

"take it easy."

The Silver Surfer's voice was completely different from the one he used at Avengers headquarters. It lacked that superior, judgmental tone and was more hesitant.

"What's she doing here?" Star-Lord's gun hadn't moved an inch, but his mouth fired first, "Coming to her death?"

"Wait, Quill."

Tony raised his hand to stop him, the dark gold mask retracting to reveal a face that was both tired and excited.

Tony stared at the Silver Surfer for three seconds, scrutinizing him.

Her aura had changed, replaced by something more complex.

"Did you come alone?" Tony asked in a deep voice.

"one person."

Silver Surfer stepped into the gashapon shop.

The moment her silver boot soles touched the floor, all the gashapon machines in the room vibrated simultaneously, and the colorful LED strips flashed wildly for two rounds.

Then, she did something that no one expected.

Silver Surfer closed her eyes, and the flowing silver cosmic energy around her began to peel away.

It wasn't shattered, it faded away on its own.

The silver light receded from her head to her feet, and the stripped energy turned into fine dust that silently dissipated in the air.

That invincible outer shell, she peeled it off like a coat.

Beneath the armor was a slender, humanoid woman.

Light gray skin, deep-set eyes, prominent cheekbones, and chapped lips.

The short hair no longer had a metallic sheen, but was grayish-blue, lying flat against the scalp, making it look somewhat disheveled.

"My name is Sarah Barr." Her body was trembling slightly.

"Before becoming Galactus's messenger, I was an astrophysicist on Zera."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken with his natural voice in a long time.

The entire gashapon shop was completely silent.

The rocket launch tube was slowly lowered, not out of sympathy, but simply because the dusty woman in front of her didn't look like someone who could fight.

"Zera, never heard of it..."

Jane's fingers flew across the bracelet, and she looked up after a moment.

"Your planet was swallowed up too?"

"No, I'm willing to be its pioneer in order to protect the planet." Sarah's lips twitched.

"He reshaped my body with cosmic energy so that I could go find his next prey."

Sarah lowered her head, looking at her trembling hands.

Without the protection of the silver casing, her hands were pale and thin, with protruding knuckles.

"Every time I find a new planet for him, it's like killing another homeland with my own hands."

"I tried to resist," she said, her voice even lower. "Three hundred and seventy-two times."

"But each time, he crushed my consciousness and then reassembled it."

"Three hundred and seventy-two times."

The hall was quiet for a few more seconds.

Star-Lord finally moved his gun away.

He thought of his mother, of Yondu, and of those he had lost and could never get back.

"So you came here because you wanted to..." Tony didn't finish his sentence.

boom!

Sarah slammed her right hand heavily on the bar.

Beneath his palm was a fist-sized crystal.

The object was entirely dark blue, with slowly rotating nebula-like bands of light flowing inside, and tiny silver arcs of electricity occasionally bursting from its surface.

The lights in the entire gashapon shop dimmed for a moment when it appeared, and the colored lights on all the gashapon machines flashed wildly.

Jane's bracelet crashed due to overload.

"This is the purest part that I peeled off from the outer shell of cosmic energy."

Sarah looked up, her chapped lips pressed tightly together.

"Is this enough to exchange for one of your gashapon capsules?"

She looked at Li Ang.

From the moment he entered until now, Li Ang has been leaning against the bar, holding a half-full cup of warm latte in his hand, with the leisurely expression of someone who has watched a good show but is not in a hurry to applaud.

"I overheard what you said to them while I was outside headquarters."

Sarah's voice became urgent.

"You said they need a means to conceptually negate the reconstruction of cosmic energy."

"I need that kind of method."

"It's not to help them."

Her fingers gripped the edge of the bar tightly.

"It's to kill Galactus."

"It's so that he can disappear completely, just like my hometown."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Alright."

Li Ang put down his latte, picked up the crystal from the bar, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, twirled it twice, and then shook it close to his face.

"The purity is high enough, and the energy density is also adequate."

He pulled an old calculator from under the counter, pressed a dozen or so buttons, and then turned the screen toward Sarah.

"Congratulations, Ms. Sarah, this cosmic energy crystal can be exchanged for three high-grade gashapon capsules."

"Three times?" Rocket's fur bristled again. "I only got it once by exchanging a bunch of junk!"

"She traded one stone three times?"

"Supply and demand, Mr. Raccoon." Li Ang put the calculator away. "Cosmic-level energy crystals, when placed in my supply chain, are hard currency."

"Your pile of junk is nothing more than scrap from a recycling center."

"you……"

"Rocket."

Gamora pressed down on Rocket's head, not with much force, but enough to make the raccoon's neck retract.

Li Ang bent down from behind the bar and pulled out the high-end gashapon machine.

The colorful shell gleamed eerily under the warm yellow lights of the gashapon shop, with a thin layer of gold trim on the knob.

He patted the side of the machine, and Chong Sha stretched out her hand.

"Ms. Sarah, or you can call her Silver Surfer."

"The rules are simple: cash on delivery, and what you get from the gashapon is entirely up to luck."

"I don't offer guarantees, I don't offer refunds or exchanges, and I don't accept negative reviews."

"But I can guarantee one thing..."

Li Ang wiped the knob of the gashapon machine and pushed it in front of Sarah.

"The power you desire might just be inside."