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

"Wardfa".

Pietro's mouth was wide open, with a lollipop in his mouth.

"This works?"

Tony's hand, holding the coffee, hovered in mid-air, frozen for a full three seconds.

Then he put the coffee cup on the control panel, leaned close to the screen, and his nose was almost touching the screen.

"Jarvis, replay that frame."

"Yes, sir."

The image freezes on the moment the Parademon is transformed.

"Zoom in, zoom in again, and align with the contact point."

Tony frantically pulled at the holographic projection with both hands, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"This is not a physical change; the molecular structure has not undergone a recombination process. It skips all the intermediate steps."

He turned to look at Bruce, his face showing the frustration of a scientist encountering an inexplicable phenomenon.

"You call this conceptual level? I call this cheating."

"That's why I said we can't touch him." Bruce pulled his bat mask down a little.

"Any physical defense or energy shield is meaningless in the face of this rule rewriting."

"The judgment will take effect as soon as physical contact occurs."

"Ha! Isn't that just a walking bug?" Pietro switched the lollipop to his left mouth. "Who wrote the code that didn't even have a cooldown period?"

Steve crossed his arms and looked very serious.

"There are more and more Parademons outside."

He's right.

Despite the toy army's astonishing conversion efficiency, the number of Parademons surging out of the teleportation beams was even more astonishing.

The Parademons in the back row are starting to get smarter...

Instead of engaging in close combat on the ground, they hover in mid-air and bombard from a distance using energy cannons.

The artillery fire poured down, turning several city blocks into ruins.

Many of the toy soldiers were blown to pieces, but more toys were pouring in from all directions.

From the commercial street, from the residential area, from the park, from the parking lot.

The clown pulled out all the savings he had accumulated over the past two weeks.

In the center of the image, a pink toy train chugs across the intersection.

The person standing on the roof of the car was none other than the Joker himself.

He was wearing his signature purple suit, holding a golden megaphone, and shouting loudly at the Parademons hovering in the sky.

"Welcome, welcome! Guests from afar!"

"Gotham welcomes you!"

"Come on, come down! Don't fly so high, it'll break my heart if you fall!"

An elite Parademon swooped down, its spear aimed at the clown's chest.

The clown tilted his head to avoid it and casually patted the spear shaft.

despair.

The spear turned into a colorful cane.

Before the Parademon could react, the Joker had already touched its wrist with his other hand.

despair.

Another wind-up frog has appeared on the ground.

"Hehe, another one."

The clown took a marker out of his pocket, bent down, and drew a smiley face on the frog's back.

"Number 397".

Inside the bat cave, Hal's entire face turned green, greener than his uniform.

"Let me be blunt," he swallowed.

"How about we just let these two wear each other down?"

"Don't rush."

Tony ignored him, frantically flipping through data in the holographic projection with both hands.

"Jarvis, use the high-dimensional energy scan model I used during the battle with Conqueror Kang on Planet Beth 7 to compare and analyze the transformation waveform of this Fun Fruit."

"The comparative analysis is complete, sir." Jarvis's voice carried a hint of excitement. "The triggering mechanism of the Devil Fruit's power does exist at the conceptual level, but its carrier still needs to be transmitted through physical contact."

"In other words, the starting point for judgment is the material level."

Tony suddenly straightened up.

"Found it."

He turned around, his face displaying that familiar expression—the fleeting moment of genius.

"His fruit is indeed conceptually advanced, but the triggering condition has a bug."

Tony drew a line on the holographic projection.

"Physical contact is the anchor point. As long as an information gap is created within 0.03 seconds of the contact, the conceptual judgment will spin in vain because it cannot find a target."

He slammed his hand on the control panel.

"In other words, before he touches you, you erase your physical information for 0.03 seconds..."

"The fruit will then determine that you do not exist."

"How can something that doesn't exist become a toy?"

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

"Stark." Bruce turned around, his voice tense.

"Can you do it?"

"There are many things I can do." Tony pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "But this can't be rushed. I need real-world data, more samples of fruit triggers."

"Perfect timing, those Parademons outside are delivering materials to me."

Before he could finish speaking, the screen exploded again.

A dark red beam of light, ten times thicker than any of the previous teleportation beams, cleaved through the night sky of Gotham.

The ground shook, and a layer of rubble fell from the ceiling of the bat cave.

As the beam of light dissipated, a burly figure over three meters tall stepped out of the crack.

It wore heavy armor covered in spikes and carried a spiked mace. With each step it took, the asphalt road beneath its feet would collapse and create a pit.

Kalibak.

The vanguard of Apokolips.

Behind him, a holographic projection of Dessard floated along, his hands tucked into his sleeves, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"The maintainers of order in Gotham." Dessard's projection swept over the wind-up frogs and colorful confetti scattered on the ground, his tone full of disdain.

"The warriors of Apokolips have been turned into... what is this?!"

"Frog." Kalibak exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils, his face contorted with rage that seemed to melt his armor.

"Wind-up."

He stomped on a wind-up frog at his feet, sending copper parts flying.

Then he raised his spiked club and smashed it down on the nearest group of toy soldiers.

boom!

A crack was smashed into half of the street.

Dozens of nutcracker soldiers were shattered, and plastic fragments flew everywhere.

But more toys are crawling out of the ruins.

A teddy bear walked over to Kalibak's feet on the broken bricks, raised its furry paw, and patted his calf.

despair……

Nothing happened.

The teddy bear paused for a moment, then patted it again.

Nothing happened.

"Ha." Kalibak looked down at the teddy bear that was still relentlessly patting its leg armor, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"With the Mother Box's energy protecting you, the rules of your lousy thing can't penetrate Apokolips's barrier."

He lifted his foot.

The teddy bear was kicked and flew three blocks away.

Inside the bat cave.

"Just as I expected." Tony braced his hands on the control panel, staring at the scene of Kalibak's immune conversion on the screen.

"The higher-dimensional energy of the mother box forms an information barrier on the surface of the carrier, isolating the conceptual judgment of the fruit from the outside."

He turned to look at Bruce.

"Good news, my theory has been verified: concept judgment can be blocked."

"And the bad news?"