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

when!

Tony slammed the wrench in his hand onto the breastplate of Mark 42.

This artwork, which cost hundreds of millions of US dollars, was disassembled bit by bit.

"Sorry, old buddy, you're an organ donor now."

Tony's eyes were filled with fervor; his madness to dismantle the world and rebuild it had fully kicked in.

He wedged the wrench into the deformed gap, his arm muscles tense.

Creak, bang!

The breastplate was violently pried open, revealing the arc reactor inside, along with a dense array of neural connection units.

Tony reached out and ripped off the reactor's power supply line.

It's sizzling!

Blue sparks exploded at his fingertips.

But he didn't even flinch; instead, he used the pain to clear his head.

"Harry! Bring me everything I bought! Now!" Tony yelled without turning around, "And that bottle of nail polish!"

Harry, who was huddled in a corner clutching his potato gun, was startled by the shout and frantically rummaged through the worktable.

Tony grabbed the large capacitor, with solder wire between his teeth and a smoking soldering iron in his other hand.

"Watch closely, kid."

Tony placed the Amadam Spirit Stone on the table.

This ruby, representing ancient power, is currently emitting unsettling fluctuations.

"That's magic." Tony clamped the magic stone with pliers. "But today I'm going to teach it what the laws of physics are."

He took a deep breath and focused his gaze.

Then, they forcefully shoved the spirit stone into the slot reserved in the Ark reactor!

"This is insane... This works? Won't they fight?"

Harry swallowed hard and instinctively shrank back.

"fight?"

Tony sneered, the soldering gun in his hand sizzling as the high temperature melted the solder.

"Of course there will be a fight, but I don't care who wins. Once they enter my territory, they have to follow Stark Industries' rules!"

hum! ! !

The moment the spirit stone came into contact with the reactor current, a sudden change occurred.

A repulsive force erupted without warning.

boom!

The screwdriver in Tony's hand was knocked away, grazing Harry's scalp and embedding itself in the wooden wall behind him, still buzzing and vibrating.

The blueprints on the workbench were swept up and flung around by this turbulent energy flow.

The spirit stone shone brightly, refusing to be bound by the machine, and frantically attacked Tony's restraints.

"Damn it! It's a rejection reaction!"

Instead of retreating, Tony advanced, pressing his hands firmly against the Amadam Stone, controlling its energy with his mind.

The skin on his palms was scalded red by the high temperature, but he couldn't let go.

If he lets go, this out-of-control energy could blow him into the sky.

Tony gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto the red-hot branding iron, hissing as it turned into white smoke.

A simple mechanical structure cannot suppress this ancient power.

There must be a medium.

There is a glue that can both carry biological energy and conduct mechanical current.

"If the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft approach."

A ruthless glint flashed in Tony's eyes. He freed one hand and punched his chest.

"Stop playing dead! Get out here and get to work! Just this once, and I'll find you as much titanium alloy as you want from now on!"

With his roar, the skin on his chest twitched.

The white symbiotic substance reluctantly seeped out of his body, gathering into a ball of white fluid in his palm.

"You are both glue and conductor, understand?"

Tony grabbed the still-wriggling white fluid and, like applying putty, smeared it directly onto the connection between the spirit stone and the reactor.

That was an extremely brutal operation.

sizzle...

The symbiote emitted high-frequency vibrations that resembled screams.

On one side is the raging ancient magic, and on the other is the high-pressure arc reactor.

It was caught in the middle, painfully twisted and deformed.

"Bear with it!"

Tony's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands moved so fast that they were just afterimages.

"Work or die!"

……

Meanwhile, outside the garage.

The air was as hot and dry as in the middle of summer.

The snow vaporized at a visible speed, rising into large plumes of white mist.

Click.

An expensive leather shoe stepped into the muddy snow.

Seven chewed gum, his hands in the pockets of his gray coat, looking contentedly at the dilapidated garage with its lights on.

Behind him, twelve men in plain clothes lined up in a fan shape.

Their skin glowed with an orange-red light, and even their breath smelled of sulfur.

With a gentle flick of Seven's finger.

hum!

Twelve beams of light lit up simultaneously.

Layers of armor emerged from the flesh and blood of these desperate soldiers, covering their bodies.

The high temperature distorted the surrounding air.

"My reinforcements have arrived, Tony."

Seven spat out the tasteless chewing gum from his mouth, a cat-and-mouse smile on his face.

He didn't like killing people directly; he wanted to see the high and mighty Iron Man struggle in despair.

"The boss said he wanted it alive, but he didn't say it had to be whole."

Seven raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Turn off the power, don't let him escape."

……

Snapped!

Inside the garage, the chandelier suddenly went out.

The world was plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterwards...

Flames were shooting out from outside the garage; they weren't from lights, but from the intense heat released by Extremis soldiers.

The original wooden walls were set ablaze, and the pungent smell of burning and the suffocating heat filled the small space.

"Tony! They're here! Fire!"

Harry was so frightened that he dropped the wire he was holding and cowered in the corner, trembling.

He watched helplessly as the walls were burned with large holes by the human-shaped branding iron outside, and huge hands were tearing at the fragile iron door.

"Stark! Get out here!"

The roar, mixed with the crackling of flames, sounded like a death knell from hell.

however.

At that worktable.

Tony Stark remained uninvolved.

He didn't turn around, and he didn't even lose his breathing rhythm.

Using the red, menacing light emanating from the wall through the Extremis virus, he stared intently at the merging mass of matter in his hand.

In the darkness, his eyes shone with an eerie light.

"Now..."

Tony whispered, it was the ravings of a madman, and also the judgment of a genius.

The symbiote finally stopped struggling and gave in.

Caught between two energies, it was forced to become the perfect biological bridge.

The originally violent spirit stone energy, following the white veins constructed by the symbiote, became as docile as a lamb, slowly flowing into the circulation system of the Ark Reactor.

Golden light intertwined with dark blue arcs of electricity, eventually settling into a dark gold hue never seen before.

A crude and rudimentary device gradually took shape in the darkness.

The aura it emitted caused the surrounding flames to momentarily freeze.

Tony's hands were steady, as steady as if he were performing heart bypass surgery.

"By combining the energy of the Void and the black hole, and using the symbiote as a bridge, a fusion of magic and technology has emerged."

"Friends outside, you should be grateful to have witnessed Stark's latest miracle!"