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

Sarah Barr looked down at the gashapon machine.

This thing was unlike any other cosmic-level technology she had ever seen.

It's too small, too flashy, and too unserious.

There was even a cartoon sticker on it, depicting a raccoon giving a thumbs-up.

But she had personally witnessed the abilities that could emerge from the Avengers headquarters.

The Midgardian in dark gold armor caught her cosmic rays with a black hole.

The mage in the red knight's armor kicked through her shield.

All those forces that do not belong to this universe come from this absurd machine before us.

Sarah took a deep breath.

In her gray eyes, which had lost their silver luster and looked tired and dry, a gambler's determination ignited.

"make a deal."

She stretched out her hands and wrapped her fingers around the knob of the gashapon machine.

Those hands were trembling violently, the fingertips were gray, and the knuckles were clearly visible.

Once a supreme cosmic judge, a pioneer who declared the death penalty of planets in the name of star-devouring.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth and gripped the colorful metal knob tightly with both hands.

She's getting ready to open her first gashapon machine.

Sarah gripped the knob but didn't turn it.

After failing to resist Galactus 372 times, the last vestiges of her rationality were desperately pulling her back...

Can this kind of mysterious force really be trusted?

"What are you waiting for?"

Tony leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Want the universe to send you a confirmation email?"

Sarah ignored him and then did something that nearly made everyone's jaws drop.

She loosened the knob and clasped her hands together.

Close your eyes.

He muttered a few words in the ancient language of Zera, which no one could understand.

"puff!"

Star-Lord's Coke sprayed out of his nostrils.

"Is she...praying?"

Rocket's face was scrunched up, his two paws gripping the back of the sofa, his head sticking out with a look of utter disbelief.

"Just five minutes ago she was making us kneel down and hand over stones, and now she's bowing down to a gashapon machine?"

"That makes sense." Li Ang picked up his latte and took a sip. "When faced with the unknown, humans have only two reactions: either they pull out a gun or they burn incense."

"She is not human."

"That's just aliens burning incense; it's essentially the same thing."

Sarah's ears twitched, but she didn't open her eyes.

She finished reciting the last prayer, then suddenly opened her eyes, a fierce energy that had been suppressed for hundreds of years bursting forth from her gray pupils.

The knob was turned forcefully.

Click.

The gashapon machine started operating.

There is no background music.

Even the song "Good Luck" didn't play.

Instead, a deep hum, emanating from deep within the machine, rose in frequency, making the glasses on the bar vibrate.

The light inside the machine changed from seven colors to pure gold.

"The Golden Legend!"

Star-Lord instinctively shouted it out, then immediately covered his mouth.

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the exit.

Sarah grabbed the capsule toy, clenched her fingers, and twisted it hard.

The moment the gashapon capsule cracked, golden light burst out from the crack, and all the lights in the gashapon shop went out.

All the gashapon machines simultaneously emitted a piercing buzzing sound, and the colorful light strips flashed wildly in alternation.

Darcy's Tyrannosaurus Rex on his shoulder sneezed loudly from the light, and an arc of electricity struck the ceiling, blowing up another chandelier.

The golden light dissipated.

There were two things lying in Sarah's palm.

The first thing was a living creature the size of a broad bean.

It wriggled in her palm, its surface covered with dense microstructures, gleaming with a dark red biological sheen, and faintly exhibiting a heartbeat-like rhythm.

The second item was a thin booklet with four characters written in traditional Chinese on the cover.

Introduction to Food Theory.

"What is this?" Sarah frowned.

"Congratulations."

Li Ang walked around from behind the bar, put his hands in his pockets, and glanced down at what was in her palm.

His lips curved upwards, into a smile that sent chills down the spines of both Tony and Star-Lord.

You've won the lottery.

"That little moving thing is called a gourmet cell."

"From a universe where eating is the highest belief."

"In that world, the strongest warriors don't wield swords or cast spells; they use chopsticks."

Li Ang held up one finger.

"Once food cells merge with your body, they will rewrite the genetic structure of your entire body."

"Every muscle fiber, every cell nucleus, and every neural synapse will be transformed into a perfect biological weapon driven by predation."

"Simply put, you will become a walking food chain apex predator."

He then raised his second finger.

"That booklet contains the cosmic-level Food Magic Acupressure Technique."

"This technology can forcibly deprive the target of control over their energy circulation by precisely targeting their meridians and acupoints."

"To give an analogy, if Galactus were a cosmic-level giant whale, then this pressure point technique would be a scalpel that can precisely sever every nerve in his body."

Leon withdrew his finger and looked at Sarah.

"The reason you couldn't kill Galactus before is because your attack methods are essentially the same as his; they are both based on cosmic energy."

"Using cosmic energy to fight cosmic energy is like using your left hand to fight your right hand."

"But the food cells are different."

"Its core logic is not destruction, but feeding."

"It regards all energy, matter, and even the laws of existence themselves as digestible food."

Sarah's pupils dilated as she looked down at the wriggling, dark red cell in her palm, her fingers tightening uncontrollably.

"you mean……"

"What I mean is," Li Ang bent down, took a half-step closer, and lowered his voice.

"From this day forward, Galactus will no longer be your unkillable master."

"He can also be your ingredient."

The fusion is completed in one second.

Sarah pressed the gourmet cell against her chest.

A dark red light spread from her chest to her limbs, and dense meridian patterns appeared on her gray skin...

Those are not human meridians, but some kind of more primitive and violent biological pathways.

She arched her back, her spine cracking, and her teeth became sharp.

The nail changed from a rounded, blunt shape to a slightly curved arc.

His pupils changed from gray to amber, becoming vertical pupils.

What's most terrifying is her aura.

Sarah, after shedding her silver shell, looked like a stray cat caught in the rain—weak, tired, and pitiful.

Right now, she exudes an extremely primal... hunger.

The kind of intense desire that predators at the top of the food chain have when they stare at their prey.

"Gurgle."

Her stomach growled.

Then, Sarah Bale raised the back of her hand and wiped away the drool that had somehow seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

"Is she... drooling?"

Pietro's voice came from behind Wanda, tinged with uncertainty.

The rocket's tail stood stiffly upright, its two claws gripping the launch tube tightly.

Why do I get goosebumps when she looks at me? I can't even eat her!