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

Are you sure?

Darkseid's projection tilted forward noticeably, and the oppressive feeling around him intensified suddenly.

"It's true! I saw those magnificent patterns with my own eyes!"

The Steppenwolf nodded frantically.

"Once we have complete control of the master box, we can present the formula to you!"

"Then why did you return empty-handed?"

Darkseid went straight to the point, his tone completely flat.

Steppenwolf swallowed hard, his pupils contracting uncontrollably as he recalled the battle.

"A group of extremely strange outsiders have appeared in the central courtyard."

"An outsider?"

"Yes! They're not native to this planet at all!"

Steppenwolf gestured wildly in the air, his emotions growing increasingly agitated.

"They brought a machine called a gashapon machine, which contains a power that is completely incomprehensible!"

"The natives in the central courtyard can extract all sorts of outrageous abilities from it as long as they pay!"

Darkseid looked at him, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Spend money? Buy power? You've been stopped by a businessman?"

Darkseid's tone was full of mockery.

"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The Steppenwolf frantically pounded on the deck.

"They have a cyborg that can turn any object into a pink plastic slipper with a clap of its hands!"

"My elite Parademons charged in, and he turned them all into a pile of foam boards and scrap metal!"

Darkseid remained silent.

Steppenwolf, thinking he didn't believe him, quickly continued to pour out his grievances.

"What's even more outrageous is that the guy with the glowing stick turned into a monster in a bodysuit!"

"That guy could shatter my armor with a single punch!"

Steppenwolf pointed to the Parademons lying trembling on the ground behind him.

"And then there was this crazy guy with a smiley face painted on his face!"

"That madman doesn't need any weapons; he can turn my men into palm-sized toys with a wave of his hand!"

"It's one of those helpless plastic dolls!"

"Even the mother box's defense mechanisms can't stop that kind of conceptual transformation!"

Steppenwolf pointed to the smooth, newly healed cut on his chest.

"Later, that giant of light and that madman actually merged!"

"It has become a monster that is half light and half darkness!"

"That monster crushed my battle axe with its bare hands in a single move, splitting me in two!"

"If I hadn't risked my life to activate the emergency teleportation, I would be dead in the courtyard by now!"

Darkseid remained silent for a long time after hearing these words.

He ruled countless worlds and witnessed all sorts of resistance forces.

But what if we turned Parademons into slippers?

Turning alien armies into toys?

Can they even combine to form giants tens of meters tall?

This intelligence sounds utterly absurd.

Steppenwolf.

Darkseid spoke in a deep voice.

Are you making excuses for your incompetence?

"I swear on my life!"

The Steppenwolf was so anxious that it kept kowtowing, its forehead hitting the deck with a loud thud.

"Those powers definitely don't belong to this world!"

"The leader was a young man, who sat to the side eating popcorn while watching the show!"

"That young man didn't even lift a finger; he just casually offered a few pointers, and those locals were able to corner me!"

"Master, the power system over there has completely collapsed!"

Darkseid's projection turned around.

The allure of the anti-life equation is too great.

Whether Steppenwolf is telling the truth or not, Midgard must be taken.

Those so-called gashapon machines and outsiders are nothing more than slightly bigger obstacles in the face of absolute violence.

"I have locked the coordinates of the mother box."

Darkseid turned his head, his scarlet eyes locking onto Steppenwolf.

"No matter who those outsiders are, those who dare to block Apokolips's progress will only be destroyed."

"Master, do you mean...?"

The Steppenwolf raised its head, its face full of hope.

"Hold your ground and continue to use the Mother Box to gather Parademons."

Darkseid raised his hand, and the holographic projection began to flicker.

"I will send a large army to provide support."

"Dissad and Kalibak are already reorganizing the fleet."

"If the Anti-Life Equation is really there, I will personally descend upon the Midgard."

"Until then, don't let me hear any more news of you running away."

hum!

The beam of light vanished instantly, and Darkseid's projection disappeared completely.

The oppressive feeling inside the cabin dissipated.

Only Steppenwolf was left slumped on the deck, panting heavily.

He looked at his newly healed half of his body and recalled the look in the eyes of the young man named Li Ang when he watched the play.

"Madmen...they're all madmen..."

Steppenwolf muttered to himself, the veins on the back of his hand bulging again.

He turned to look at the two mother boxes on the platform.

We must speed up the process.

Once Darkseid's army arrives, he will definitely tear that gashapon seller to pieces.

And there was the giant who split him in two.

He wanted to personally twist their heads off and use them as wine glasses.

Steppenwolf stood up and kicked over a Parademon that was standing next to him.

"Go! Open all available teleportation channels!"

"Keep sending troops into their world!"

"I refuse to believe they can turn the entire Apokolips army into toys!"

……

Downtown Gotham, at the crossroads.

"Make way! You wind-up frog, you're jumping too slowly!"

A Nutcracker soldier in a yellow vest waved a baton and shouted at the zebra crossing.

Several large plush teddy bears slowly pushed a stroller across the road.

On the roadside, several small plastic rubber ducks were cleaning the sewer with brooms.

The entire city of Gotham was so clean that you couldn't find a single fallen leaf.

There were no robberies, no gunfights, and even the sounds of gang shootouts had disappeared.

The streets are full of strangely shaped toys.

Passersby walked close to the wall, barely daring to breathe, for fear of encountering these strange things.

This is the eternal paradise created by the clown.

Beneath Wayne Manor, in the Bat Cave.

Bruce stared intently at the huge monitoring screen, his hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"This is unbelievable, the Joker's influence is growing bigger and bigger."

Hal floated in mid-air, his face even greener than his uniform.

"He emptied out Arkham Asylum!"

Barry frantically grabbed his hair and spun around in circles.

"Poison Ivy, the Riddler, Two-Face... they've all been turned into plush toys!"

"What's even more frightening is that the citizens seem to think this is fine."

Diana wiped the sword of Vulcan, her face ashen.

"The crime rate dropped to zero, but at the cost of turning the entire city into a giant toy box."

Steel Bones' mechanical eyes flashed wildly, the red light particularly glaring in the dim cave.

"As things stand, it seems... peaceful?"