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

New tissue is already growing at the severed wrist of the Star Devourer's left hand.

He pounced on the chair, his massive body shrinking to just the right size to fit inside.

The cosmic inscriptions on the seat lit up one by one, and a golden energy shield enveloped him.

The transfer has been initiated.

The golden cracks began to shrink.

Just as the rift was about to close, Galactus's consciousness shockwave poured into everyone's minds one last time.

But this time, it wasn't said to them.

"Stardust, come help me!"

Then, the golden crack closed.

Galactus disappeared.

All that remained on the battlefield was a giant crater, five kilometers in circumference, with orange-red residual energy steam still rising from its bottom.

Everyone stood silently on the edge of the pit.

"He...ran away?"

Star-Lord was the first to speak, picking up his iron sword from the ground, his tone filled with uncertainty.

"We drove away a cosmic-level god?"

There was silence for another two seconds.

Then Rocket climbed out of the rubble and dusted himself off.

"etc."

A very subtle twitch appeared on Rocket's raccoon face.

"That big purple guy... and that thing he's sitting on..."

He turned to look at Star-Lord.

"Another unbreakable chair?"

Star-Lord's expression froze.

"Do you Midgardians have some kind of chair curse?" Rocket shouted as he climbed onto Tyrannomon's back.

"The last person to sit in the chair was Kang; it can't be broken."

"The one sitting in the chair is Galactus, and he's still unbreakable."

"Will the next villain just bring a sofa? Will you all have to go to IKEA to buy equipment?"

No one responded.

"Never mind that, let's celebrate our victory first."

Tony retracted the visor, revealing a face smeared with sweat and nosebleed.

He extended his right hand towards the crowd and gave a thumbs-up.

Kuuga - Like.

"The central courtyard has been saved."

"For now," Vision added.

Don't spoil the fun.

There was a moment of silence, then Wanda was the first to laugh.

Then came Pietro, then Jane, then Darcy, then Coulson.

Star-Lord slung his iron sword over his shoulder and roared to the sky.

Hulk withdrew his Buddha-like aura, transformed back into Dr. Banner, and plopped down on the edge of the pit.

Frank leaned against a broken rock, the dark lines on his right arm quieting down, and unusually, he didn't have a cold expression.

Rocket stood on the shoulder armor of Tyrannomon, his two little arms on his hips, and scanned the surrounding ruins.

"You people in the central courtyard are truly pitiful."

Everyone turned to look at him.

"In all my years in the galaxy, I've fought warlords, blown up space pirate flagships, and even clashed with madmen like Ronan."

Rocket's speech quickened, and his fluffy tail swished back and forth behind him.

"But at least I know that tomorrow is still tomorrow."

"And you?"

He gestured to the crowd, encompassing the five-kilometer-wide crater beneath his feet and the still-smoking New York skyline in the distance.

"Today it's Galactus, last week it was Kang the Conqueror, the week before that it was Ultron, and six months ago it was the Chitauri."

"Is this what your Midgard calendar looks like...?"

"Monday brings annihilation, Tuesday brings cosmic invasion, Wednesday sees the arrival of Outer Gods, Thursday brings global doomsday, and Friday continues?"

"Tomorrow is too damn far away for you guys."

"I am Groot." Groot poked his head out from between the claws of the Tyrannomon.

"Yes, Groot also thinks it's outrageous." Rocket Translator.

Sarah squatted by the pit, placing the kitchen knife horizontally on her knees.

Her hair had turned mostly white, and the dark red lines from her food cells had faded from her skin, revealing her original pale complexion.

Three hundred and seventy-two attempts to resist failed.

On the 373rd time, she won.

"The sashimi wasn't cut properly." Sarah's voice was hoarse.

"Next time... I'll definitely make the whole meal."

She quietly closed her eyes in the sunlight of the courtyard.

……

at the same time.

It is located in an unknown number of dimensions away from the central courtyard.

"Achoo!"

Li Ang sat under a crooked old locust tree, holding a bowl of spicy soup he had bought from a street stall.

Steaming hot.

The smell of Sichuan peppercorns made him sneeze.

"call……"

He slurped up a mouthful of soup and smacked his lips.

The air in this world is very interesting.

Dry, slightly cool, with an indescribable...heavy feeling.

That feeling is very familiar.

Li Ang put down the bowl, stood up, and dusted off non-existent dust from his t-shirt.

His location was outside a seemingly ordinary school, with a low wall and a half-closed iron gate.

There were a few faded characters written on the sign, but he couldn't be bothered to look at them.

His attention was completely drawn to the commotion coming from the campus.

hum!

A transparent blast of air surged out from the direction of the school playground, causing the iron gate to slam open with a clang.

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and stepped inside.

After walking along a path covered with fallen sycamore leaves and passing a dilapidated-looking school building, the playground came into view.

Two people.

To be precise, it was two young people standing behind the teaching building.

"Wait, wait! Let's talk this out! I admit I was wrong, okay?!"

Amidst flickering golden light, intermittent sounds of fighting and a young man's scream rang out.

The screams came from the thin young man in the black shirt.

His hands were forming a strange mudra, his body was enveloped in a technological glow, and his back was pressed tightly against the wall of the teaching building, his posture extremely disheveled.

Standing opposite is the girl in the gray dress with long hair tied up.

She was expressionless, clutching a short knife in her hand. The blade was less than twenty centimeters long, but it gleamed coldly.

"Surrender obediently."

The girl spoke, her tone flat and devoid of any emotion.

"You're dreaming!"

Despite his stubbornness, the golden ball of light in his hand suddenly swelled up.

Li Ang slowed his pace, leaned against a pillar in the corridor with his bowl of spicy soup, and watched the scene with great interest.

Behind the teaching building, the young man in the gray shirt who had fled finally mustered the courage to fight back.

He suddenly pushed the golden light from his palm out, the ball of light leaving a scorching trail as it headed straight for the girl's face.

"Take this!"

The young man shouted with great enthusiasm, and a smug look of "I'm going to turn the tables" even appeared on his face.

Then his shirt was torn.

It's ridiculously fast.

The girl's figure vanished from her spot just before the golden light struck, leaving three afterimages in her wake.

The first cut opened the front of the shirt, the second cut shaved off the two sleeves, and the third cut broke the waistband.

pat.

My pants fell down.

The golden light struck the air and exploded into a shower of sparks, while the young man was completely naked.

He remained in the same position, palms outstretched.

The autumn wind blew across the playground, swirling up a few sycamore leaves that floated twice in front of his bare chest.

"Call me master." The girl turned around, holding the dagger horizontally in front of her chest, her tone exactly the same as before.

"Lord...Lord..."

The young man's lips trembled for a long time, and his face turned bright red.

"host……"

The short knife was moved forward half an inch.

"Owner!"