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

"A gashapon merchant?"

Zhang Chulan squatted on the ground, pieced together his tattered clothes and wrapped them around his body. He looked up at the flashy machine in front of him, his expression gradually changing from wary to bewildered.

"Simply put, this machine contains the power of all the heavens and myriad worlds."

Li Ang patted the gashapon machine's casing, making a dull thud.

"Martial arts manuals, genetic modification, transformation armor—you name it, we have it."

"A regular gacha pull costs 100,000 yen, as for the premium gacha pulls..."

Li Ang held up one finger and shook it.

"You need to exchange it for items that have a causal relationship with this world, or high-density energy items."

Zhang Chulan blinked and looked at Li Ang suspiciously.

The way he looked at me was like how he would look at a blind fortune teller on the street.

"Boss, wait a minute."

He then stood up and took two steps back.

Let me sort this out.

Zhang Chulan stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture.

"You mean, if I stuff 100,000 yuan into this brightly colored, broken machine, it'll spew out something that will make me stronger?"

"right."

"The power of all the heavens and myriad realms?"

"right."

"One hundred thousand?"

"right."

Zhang Chulan's expression changed.

The blankness transformed into a complex, subtle expression, a mixture of sympathy and fear.

"Boss, I really meant it when I called you 'master' just now. Why don't you consider seeing a doctor?"

"I mean the psychiatric kind."

"There's nothing wrong with my head." Li Ang's eye twitched.

"So, do you think I'm mentally sound?"

Zhang Chulan's voice suddenly rose three notes, and he poked at the glass shell of the gashapon machine with his finger, making a slapping sound.

"Ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan thrown into something even more outrageous than a claw machine!"

"Did you think I was easy to fool because you saw me being stripped naked and calling someone 'master' just now?"

"what?"

"I'm telling you!" Zhang Chulan said, hands on his hips, the tattered strip of cloth sliding halfway down his shoulder, completely unaware of it.

"From childhood to adulthood, there have been countless people who have tried to fool me. The first thing my grandfather taught me was..."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch! The ground is full of traps!"

"Especially strangers who suddenly appear on the street, talking about the myriad worlds and transformations that make you stronger—what's the difference between them and those guy on a telephone pole selling aphrodisiacs?"

Zhang Chulan became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly and throwing his tattered clothes everywhere.

"It's practically telling me it cures all diseases!"

Li Ang listened quietly to the entire passage, the smile on his lips remaining unchanged.

He stretched out his right hand, put two fingers together, and tapped it on the pillar beside him.

Ding.

The short knife, embedded five centimeters deep in the cement pillar, flew out of thin air, tumbled three times in the air, and landed steadily in Li Ang's palm.

He raised the dagger and twirled it in the sunlight.

"Do you think that when I held this knife between my fingers just now, it looked like I was selling aphrodisiacs?"

Zhang Chulan opened his mouth halfway, but the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

The woman's dagger, thrust out with all her might, was casually caught by the man in front of her with just two fingers.

There was no fluctuation of Qi, and no trace of any magic.

It's purely physical strength.

He had met many extraordinary people in his life, but he had never seen anyone who could do this much.

"You..." Zhang Chulan swallowed, his voice unconsciously softening.

"Just who are you?"

"I already said, it was a gashapon merchant who was just passing by."

Li Ang planted the dagger in the ground and clapped his hands.

Believe it or not, it's up to you. I'm not asking you to buy it anyway.

He took out a black metal card from his pocket, twirled it twice on his fingertip, and handed it to Zhang Chulan.

"business card."

Zhang Chulan took it instinctively.

It feels cool to the touch and has a strange texture; it's neither metal nor plastic, but it has a warm, smooth feel.

There was no phone number or address on the card, only a line of small print.

【All-Heavens Gashapon Shop - We're always ready to welcome you】

"What does that mean? There's not even an address on it."

"No address needed." Li Ang took a step back and put his hands in his pockets.

"If you ever want to come again, just hold this business card and keep the words 'Gashapon House' in mind."

"The door will open by itself."

Zhang Chulan flipped the card over suspiciously, muttering, "This is too far-fetched. I could figure this out with just a piece of metal..."

He looked up.

The playground was completely empty.

The fancy gashapon machine next to the pillar is gone, and even the half-finished bowl of spicy soup is gone.

Li Ang has disappeared.

Everything vanished into thin air!

It was as if it had never existed.

The autumn wind, carrying sycamore leaves, drifted over from the edge of the playground, picked up the piece of cloth on Zhang Chulan's shoulder, and slapped it onto his face.

"..."

He pulled the cloth off his face and stood there, stunned.

The black card in my hand is still there, its touch cold and real.

"Holy shit."

Zhang Chulan's hand holding the card trembled slightly.

"A peerless master? No, vanished into thin air...isn't that a deity?"

"What kind of luck did I, Zhang Chulan, have to receive a calling card from a deity?"

His mind raced, trying to recall every word Li Ang had said.

The power of all the heavens and myriad realms, one shot at a time, can be used to teleport to the gashapon shop.

The more I think about it, the more absurd it seems.

But the more I think about it, the more I feel... it doesn't seem impossible.

After all, the image of those two fingers holding the dagger was just too realistic.

"One hundred thousand..."

Zhang Chulan lowered his head and looked at himself from head to toe...

A black shirt torn to shreds, a pair of floral shorts, and pockets cleaner than his face.

One hundred thousand yuan is not a small amount for ordinary people, but it is an astronomical figure for him.

"Let me go! You're so annoying!"

"Hehehehe, there's nobody here."

The laughter of a couple drifted over from the other side of the teaching building, and their footsteps grew closer.

Zhang Chulan suddenly looked down; he was still naked!

"It's all over!"

He grabbed the last remaining strips of cloth from the ground, wrapped them haphazardly around his body twice, and then turned and ran towards the grove of trees at the edge of the playground.

The sycamore leaves crunched under his feet, and the branches stung his face.

Zhang Chulan crouched down in the bushes, panting heavily. He gripped the black business card tightly in his left hand and peered out through the gaps in the bushes with his right.

The couple emerged from behind the teaching building, holding hands and chatting happily.

They didn't notice the naked man squatting in the woods.

Zhang Chulan let out a long breath and slumped down in the pile of fallen leaves.

He held up the business card and examined it repeatedly in the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"I must try it next time."

He swallowed hard, his gaze burning.

"100,000 is too expensive... Can we negotiate the price?"