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

The Triangle General was bound so tightly by Xia He's silk threads that he could not move.

Its right arm, corrupted by the cursed spirit, had turned completely black and hung lifelessly at its side.

"Let me go!" it struggled frantically. "I am Lord Aura's subordinate, you monsters will pay the price!"

Gong Qing landed in front of it and slowly adjusted his glasses.

"You're the one who'll pay the price."

He reached out, his icy fingertips touching the thickest black horn on the head of the triangular general.

The spell manipulating spirits is activated.

A powerful devouring force poured into his palm, causing the black horn to tremble violently.

The high-purity magic stored within the horn was brutally extracted, and the Triangle General let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"Stop! That's mine..."

Click.

The black horn broke off at the base and fell into Gong Qing's palm.

Without its protagonist, the Triangle General's magic dissipated, and its massive body visibly withered away.

Gong Qing didn't stop, and broke off two more black horns in succession.

With the three black horns in hand, the once arrogant general-level demon was now as listless as a withered tree that had been drained of its moisture.

"Master Gong, that scale!" Xia He reminded him from the side.

Gong Qing's gaze fell on the scales of obedience in the general's hand, which were still trembling slightly.

Li Ang had explained that items containing the power of luck could be exchanged for high-level card draws, and this scale was clearly no ordinary item.

He bent down and used another cursed spirit to bite off the general's finger that was gripping the scales.

The scales fell, but Gong Qing caught them steadily in his hands.

The moment the scales were in his hands, they were still futilely measuring the non-existent magic within him.

Measurement failed... Measurement failed...

Gong Qing chuckled and took out the recycling capsule that Li Ang had given him from his pocket.

The capsule opened, and a soft light drew the entire balance scale inside, then it automatically sealed itself.

"Done." He put the capsule back in his pocket. "Let's go."

On the other side, Gao Ning and his main attack team had already dealt with most of the sixty mid-level guards.

Without the general's command, and with the guards' magic in disarray by the cursed spirits, they were unable to mount any effective resistance.

The Quanxing members skillfully plucked at the magic stones and cores, their movements as swift as a group of well-trained scavengers.

Aside from the chaos, Frilian remained unmoved.

She just stood there, watching a group of humans dismantle, hollow out, and pack up a Triangular General to take away.

From beginning to end, she didn't cast a single spell.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she simply couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

The way the black mist corroded the magic, the strange phenomenon of the scales malfunctioning, and the unclassifiable energy emanating from this group of people.

This has exceeded the boundaries of her thousand-year knowledge reserves.

"Miss Frillie," Philon appeared beside her unnoticed, her voice tense, "Should we intervene?"

Frillie was silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"No." Her gaze was fixed on the capsule containing the balance scales in Gong Qing's arms. "I can't understand any of those things."

It would be a grave mistake to rashly attack someone who is beyond even the understanding of a thousand-year-old spirit.

"They're trying to escape, should we stop them?"

Shutark stepped forward, gripping his greatsword, his muscles taut.

Frillie shook her head again.

Just then, Gong Qing, who was at the bottom of the valley, raised his head and met Frilian's gaze from a distance of several dozen meters.

The man with the frameless glasses showed no fear on his face; he simply looked at her calmly.

Then, he did something that confused Frillie even more.

Gong Qingchong nodded slightly to her, as if to say hello.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a black card with a metallic sheen from his pocket and infused it with power.

A blue portal with a completely unfamiliar structure slowly unfolded in the center of the valley.

That wasn't any kind of teleportation magic that Frilian recognized.

Behind the door lay a scene she had never seen before, blurry and distant.

"Everyone, retreat!" Gong Qing gave the order.

Ninety-six members of the Quanxing sect, carrying loads full of spoils, filed into the blue door.

Before entering, Gao Ning turned back and grinned at Frillie, his smile full of smug satisfaction at his fruitful harvest.

Frilian raised her hand, a wisp of magic gathering at her fingertips, trying to probe the structure of the portal.

But the moment her magic touched the door frame, the blue door flashed and disappeared completely.

Along with that group of humans, and the most valuable parts of the hollowed-out Triangle General's corpse, they all vanished completely.

All that remained in the valley were the remains of the demons and the desperate echoes of the owner of the scales before his death.

Frillie withdrew her hand and stood there motionless for a long time.

"Miss Frillian?" Philon looked at her with concern.

"Write it down." Frilian's voice was more solemn than ever before. "The ruins of Graf City, that red symbol, and that group of people from just now."

She turned around and looked in the direction where the portal had disappeared.

"Something from another world is intruding into this continent."

"Moreover, their power is beyond the comprehension of any of our local principles."

Shutark swallowed hard; his palms, gripping the sword, were sweaty.

He dared not think about what it meant to be an enemy that even a thousand-year-old elf could describe as "unfathomable".

Frillie took one last look at the corpse of the Triangular General at the bottom of the valley before turning and embarking on her pursuit.

Those people came from another world, but every footprint they left was left on the land of this continent.

Following the footprints, she will surely find the other side of that door.

Little did she know that at the end of that door stood a gashapon merchant, legs crossed, watching the show with great interest.

……

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

A blue portal unfolded in the center of the shop, and Gong Qing was the first to step out.

Immediately following, ninety-six disciples of Quanxing, carrying large and small bags, surged into the small 30-square-meter shop.

In no time, the already small shop was packed with people.

Li Ang sat behind the counter, his cola still unfinished.

Seeing the group's impressive display of wealth, he raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, this trip was quite fruitful."

Gong Qing walked to the counter, took out the recycling capsule from his pocket, and placed it on the counter.

"Boss Li, this."

Li Ang picked up the capsule, squeezed it casually, and the scales of obedience floated out from inside, suspended in mid-air.

The system notification immediately rang in his mind.

[Mythical-level Luck Item Detected: Obey the Scales.]

This item contains the fundamental power of the laws of this world and can be used for system upgrades.

[Decompose?]