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

Sarah didn't argue, but instead looked down at her right hand.

The wrist joint that had been twisted by the shield had been rebuilt by the gourmet cells, but the fingertips were still twitching uncontrollably.

Her body was showing early signs of rejection.

"I need to eat," Sarah said.

"What is it?" Jane pressed.

"High-density energy ingredients."

Sarah licked her lips, and her vertical pupils shrank into two thin vertical lines under the light.

"Gourmet cells need a lot of nutrients to complete the remaining 53% of compatibility and adaptation."

"Regular carbon-based foods are like air to it; what it needs is..."

She paused, tilted her head, and considered her words.

"Pure energy crystallization".

"Or the remnants of Buddha's light that Mr. Hulk unleashed would also work; the golden Dharma image he shattered last time smelled quite nice."

Hulk took a step back.

"You want to eat my Buddha's light?"

"It's not about eating you," Sarah corrected earnestly. "It's about eating the byproducts you create: the golden energy particles that dissipated after your Dharma Form shattered. These particles contain a high-density mixture of spiritual energy and chakra, making them perfectly suited to the digestive spectrum of gourmet cells."

"You've even figured out the flavor?" Rocket's ear pressed down again.

Sarah ignored him and turned to look in another direction in the corner of the training field...

Li Ang had no idea when he finished his third bowl of instant noodles.

He was leaning against the door frame, picking his teeth with a toothpick in his hand, looking extremely relaxed.

"Mr. Li Ang."

Sarah took two steps and stopped five meters away from him.

Do you sell high-density ingredients in your store?

"What level?" Li Ang asked, his mouth full of toothpick between his teeth.

"It allows food cells to achieve 100% compatibility within 48 hours."

Li Ang pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and twirled it twice on his fingertips.

"Yes, there is." He raised his chin.

"But it's not cheap."

"How many?"

Do you still have any energy crystals on you?

Sarah shook her head.

"The previous cosmic energy crystal has already been used to exchange for three draws of the advanced gacha."

"Then there's no other way." Li Ang tucked the toothpick behind his ear and spread his hands. "Our shop is honest and fair, and we do not offer credit."

The air in the training field froze for a second.

"I can trade something else for it," Sarah said in a low voice.

"What?"

"My knowledge."

Sarah's vertical pupils dilated slightly.

"During my 372-year career as a pioneer, I have visited 4,600 planets, observed 193 star deaths, and experienced 27 dimensional crossings."

"These star chart data, cosmic trajectory coordinates, and detailed explanations of the energy circulation mechanisms of planetesimals..."

"How much is she worth in your value system?"

"Ms. Sarah." Li Ang gave the smile a salesperson gives when a big client takes out their wallet.

"In business, it's all about a win-win situation," Li Ang said, straightening up from the doorframe.

He pulled a palm-sized recording device from his pocket and tossed it across the air.

Sarah caught it with one hand.

"Enter all the star charts and navigation data in your mind. After my system evaluates them, the value will be calculated based on the amount of information."

"A rough estimate..."

He put the toothpick back in his mouth, tilted his head, and did some calculations.

"Detailed data on 4,600 planets, plus exclusive intelligence on the planet-devouring mechanism."

"Worth two copies of Gourmet Hunter World, King-level Ingredient Set Meal."

"One portion to stimulate your culinary cells, and one portion to fill your stomach."

Sarah held the recorder and remained silent for about three seconds.

"make a deal."

She pressed the record button, and her iris began to flash rapidly.

Three hundred and seventy-two years of cosmic data poured out through direct brainwave recording, and the surface of the small recorder lit up with dense holographic characters.

Li Ang took the recorded device, weighed it in his hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"The food will be delivered in half an hour. You can eat and sleep as usual. The countdown is almost over..."

He glanced around at the group of people sprawled out on the training field.

Fifty-four hours.

That's enough.

After saying that, he turned and walked out, but paused before stepping over the threshold.

"By the way, Stark."

Tony was looking at the damage data on the armor on his arm when he glanced up.

"How much of that dodecahedral crystal downstairs have you deciphered?"

Tony's finger paused on the holographic projection.

"There are 472 layers of encryption, and I have currently broken 198 layers."

"Less than halfway done."

Li Ang, with a toothpick in his mouth, chuckled twice, said nothing, and went downstairs on his own.

The laughter faded around the corner of the stairs, leaving behind a training ground filled with exhausted Avengers and a pile of shattered light bulbs.

Frank moved.

He straightened up from the corner, and the dark lines on his right arm receded back under his skin.

From beginning to end, he leaned against that wall, arms crossed, watching all ten rounds of testing with a blank expression.

He walked up to Star-Lord and looked down at the galactic scoundrel who was slumped on the ground.

"Your broken sword."

Frank's voice was low and flat.

"Next time on the battlefield, if you can't swing anymore, you can let me try."

After saying that, he left.

"Is this... a compliment?" Star-Lord stared, mouth agape, for a long time.

"The word 'praise' doesn't exist in Frank's dictionary; it's called a pre-war promise," Coulson nodded slightly beside him.

Star-Lord looked down at the rusty sword in his hand.

Then he laughed.

It was tiring, but really exhilarating.

Tony looked around the training field.

Five sets of emergency lights were broken, the floor was dented more than a dozen times, and the ceiling was soaked with water from the panting of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Jarvis.

"Yes, sir."

"54 hours to go."

"Yes, sir."

"Is it enough for me to crack the remaining 274 layers of encryption?"

"At your current speed..."

"Don't bother calculating."

Tony turned off the holographic panel, and the dark golden virtual fragments dissipated in the air.

"Whether it's too late or not, let's do it first and see what happens."

He crouched down and pulled Star-Lord up from the ground.

Can you walk?

"It's difficult."

"Then get up yourself."

Tony let go.

Star-Lord staggered a couple of steps before grabbing the wall to steady himself.

The Avengers members walked out in twos and threes.

Hulk, carrying his staff, blocked the door for Wanda, while Darcy, perched on Tyrannosaurus Rex's head, was half asleep.

Doctor Strange's cloak was soaked and stuck to his back, and he walked very slowly.

Sarah was the last to leave the training field.

She tucked the kitchen knife back into her waistband, stepped barefoot onto the cold alloy floor, and stopped at the doorway.

She glanced back at the empty space in the center of the training field.

The dent where the ball of light knelt down is still there.

Sarah's gaze lingered on the dent for two seconds.

Then, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

She walked out of the training field, her bare feet crunching on the cold corridor floor, heading towards the restaurant.

My stomach is growling.

But the main course is about to arrive!