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

In this new world where the great powers of the heavens converge, everything Bruce is so proud of is as fragile as a piece of paper.

The clown simply drew a gashapon capsule and gained the ability to rewrite reality.

"Shit!"

Bruce clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He even began to doubt whether the bottom line he was adhering to still had any meaning.

"Do you feel frustrated?"

Tony's voice rang in his ears.

Bruce turned his head and saw Tony looking at him with a half-smile.

"The first time I saw that guy selling gashapon toys, casually pulling a gashapon machine out of his crotch, I felt like my worldview had collapsed."

Tony finished his coffee and casually tossed the paper cup into the nearby trash can.

"But then I figured it out."

"Since science can't explain it, let's incorporate metaphysics."

Tony pointed to his chest.

"This thing on my chest used to be a reactor, now it's a spirit stone that can absorb any kind of energy."

"I used to be an arms manufacturer, now I'm a Kamen Rider."

"The world has changed, little bat."

Tony patted Bruce on the shoulder, his tone serious.

"Stop clinging to your pathetic pride."

"Go get something good, then use your new abilities to crush those difficulties."

"This is how adults solve problems."

Bruce remained silent for a long time.

He looked at the clown who was still gesturing wildly at the camera not far away.

Looking at those gangsters and parademons who have been turned into toys.

Finally, he loosened his clenched fists.

"You're right, I need more power."

Bruce whispered.

"That's right."

Tony snapped his fingers.

"Once this is over, I'll take you to Li Ang's place to have some fun."

"roar!"

Just then, the Desard projection in mid-air suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

The interference wall was breached for a moment.

Dessard's distorted face was clearly visible on the screen.

"Ants!"

Disadard's voice was as cold as ice.

"Your foolishness has successfully attracted Lord Darkseid's attention."

"Enjoy your last bit of revelry."

"When true darkness descends, you won't even qualify to become toys."

The moment the words were spoken, the projection went out.

Only a void of night remained in mid-air.

"Tch, that's so rude, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The clown paused for a moment, then curled his lip in boredom.

He waved at the camera.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today's unboxing live stream."

"Remember to like and follow!"

The screen went black, and global signal strength returned to normal.

But everyone who watched the live stream fell into a long, silent silence.

……

Apokolips.

Under a dark red sky, lava churned in the dried-up riverbed.

The enormous gears turned slowly on the horizon, emitting a deafening roar.

This is the most desperate corner of the entire universe, devoid of life, filled only with endless war and enslavement.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was extremely oppressive.

Disadard knelt on one knee on the cold metal floor, his head bowed low.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

At the far end of the hall, the enormous figure seated on the throne exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Darkseid.

The tyrant of the universe, the absolute ruler of Apokolips.

His eyes, burning with a scarlet light, were fixed on the holographic screen in the center of the hall.

The image frozen on the screen is the scene where the clown twists the key on the back of the wind-up gorilla, and Kalibak mechanically pounds his chest.

A deathly silence.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze under Darkseid's oppressive aura.

"Kalibak".

Darkseid finally spoke.

"My vanguard."

"Turn into a...wind-up toy by a native covered in cheap paint."

Dessard's body trembled, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"The great Darkseid."

Disadard spoke hesitantly.

"That's not an ordinary native ability; the information Steppenwolf brought back is true."

"An inexplicable variable has appeared in the atrium."

"That ability to directly conceptualize matter is something that even the barrier of the Mother Box cannot completely block."

Darkseid slowly rose from his throne.

Its massive body is like an insurmountable mountain.

He walked to the holographic screen, stretched out his huge palm, and lightly pressed it against the clown's laughing face.

"conceptualization."

Darkseid whispered, a chilling greed flashing in his crimson eyes.

"Ignoring the laws of physics and energy levels, it directly obliterates existence at the level of rules."

"This is even more wonderful than the anti-life equation."

Disadard looked up, his face filled with shock.

He had assumed Darkseid would be enraged by the humiliation inflicted on Kalibak and would immediately order the destruction of the Midgard.

But what he saw was the Dominator's extreme desire for that strange power.

"My lord, you mean...?"

"Steppenwolf is a piece of trash, and Kalibak is an idiot."

Darkseid turned around and put his hands behind his back.

"But at least they revealed one truth to me."

"This planet holds a treasure powerful enough to overturn the entire multiverse."

He looked at Dessard with a cold gaze.

"The gashapon merchant they mentioned, and those people who possess strange powers."

"Bring them all back to me."

"I want to completely integrate that power into the furnace of Apokolips!"

"Yes, sir!"

Disad quickly kowtowed.

"I will immediately assemble my most elite Parademon army and activate all Mother Box Matrix units!"

"No."

Darkseid interrupted him.

"Since conventional force cannot defy the rules."

"Then use the rules to crush the rules."

Darkseid raised his right hand, and a dark golden energy vortex appeared in his palm.

"Go wake up the Nemesis team."

Tell them they have a new toy.

Dessard gasped.

The Nemesis team is Darkseid's most terrifying trump card.

They are not just warriors, but the embodiment of the cruel laws of Apokolips.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the great Darkseid."

……

Meanwhile, in Gotham City.

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

The outside world has been thrown into chaos because of the clown's live stream, but here it remains as quiet as a paradise.

Li Ang lay on a rocking chair behind the counter, holding a steaming bowl of spicy soup in his hand.

A semi-transparent system screen floated in front of him, playing a recording of the Joker's live stream.

"Tsk tsk, this kid has a great sense of the camera."

Li Ang took a sip of soup and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"If this were in my previous life, I would have been a top influencer with millions of followers who sells products online."

"Boss, aren't you going to do anything about him?"

Loki leaned against the counter, fiddling with a dagger in his hand.

He had just watched the live stream and expressed great disdain for the Joker's flamboyant performance style.

"If this madman really turns the whole Earth into toys, will you still be able to do business?"

"What's the rush?"

Li Ang put down his bowl and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Didn't you see that Tony has already collected all the data?"

"With his intelligence, he can devise countermeasures in three days at most."

Li Ang gave Loki a half-smile.

"Besides, the more trouble the Joker causes, the more threatened those superheroes with an overflowing sense of justice will feel."

"They only come to me to draw gashapon capsules because they feel a sense of crisis."

"This is a virtuous cycle, do you understand?"

Loki rolled his eyes.

"What you're doing is profiting from war."

"To correct you, I call it providing emotional value and solutions."

Li Ang stretched and stood up from the rocking chair.

"However, on Apokolips, they're probably going to get restless."

He walked up to the gashapon machine and patted the top cover of the machine.

"That old bastard Darkseid must have his eye on my machine."

"What if he dares to try and steal it? I'll take action!"

Loki raised an eyebrow.

"I've been working on some new gadgets lately..."