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

"I have to say, Li Ang's stuff is really something."

Hal covered his ears and got up from the ground, and the green light ring lit up again.

Thor was so startled by the song that he jumped up from his kneeling position, and arcs of electricity crackled and popped on his Meowth Hammer.

"This song..." Loki's magical barrier stabilized again, but his expression was somewhere between wanting to laugh and wanting to die.

"Is it covering the information transmission channel of the equation at the rule level?"

No one answered him, because everyone had witnessed an even more outrageous scene.

The black symbols on the amber-colored core surface were twisting violently.

The dark red characters representing "obedience," "submission," and "unity" are being washed by an unprecedented golden ripple.

The vibration frequency of the golden ripples was perfectly synchronized with the beat of the background music.

The logic core of the anti-life equation has a problem.

Its operational basis is "the ultimate despair of all existence in the universe"...

Life is meaningless, resistance is futile, obedience is the only option.

But now there's a song telling it: Good luck is coming, prosperity will spread far and wide.

Two completely contradictory underlying logics collide in the same data space.

I don't understand the equation.

It doesn't understand why there is a message carrier that can convey the absolute truth that "everyone will die" while simultaneously transmitting illogical optimism like "Congratulations on getting rich, give me a red envelope."

It crashed.

The black symbols stopped spreading, and the dark red patterns froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Now!" Bruce roared.

Tony had been waiting for this moment.

The Amadam Spirit Stone on the side of the armor's waist burst forth with an unprecedented red-gold light.

The patterns on the spirit stone extended along Tony's arm, transforming into countless red-gold chains that pierced through the energy shield and penetrated deep into the amber's core.

Those lifeless black symbols were bound together with chains.

"If Jarvis can still hear me, rewrite my sealing runes three times!"

Tony's forehead was beaded with sweat, his hands pressed against the sides of his core, and a red light enveloped his entire body.

"Reboot successful, sir. Isolation sandbox rebuilding in progress," Jarvis's voice returned, albeit with some background noise.

Steel Bone also got up, and the remaining thirteen data probes all pierced the core, working in conjunction with Tony's Spirit Stone Chains to tighten from the outside.

"The equation's logic loop is in a dormant state, window period..."

"I'm not sure, it might only be a few tens of seconds."

The steel frame's electronic eyes shone like two searchlights.

That's enough.

Tony suddenly clasped his hands together.

The red and gold chains and the blue data network contracted simultaneously, compressing, folding, and sealing all the black symbols inside the amber core into the innermost corner.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

The spirit stone patterns, the mother box permission shell, and the steel bone isolation code form a triple seal.

Finally, Tony pulled a miniature black hole particle from the other side of his belt and launched it into the outermost layer of the core, forming a fourth gravitational cage.

All the patterns on the core surface have darkened.

The amber core had turned into a lifeless stone.

The background music is still playing.

"Good luck, good luck to us!"

"Turn it off," Bruce said through gritted teeth.

Everyone looked at him.

Batman stood in the center of the Batcave, holding the red button beneath his black cape.

He was under the gaze of more than a dozen people in the room.

Those gazes held shock, gratitude, and a very subtle... suppressed laughter.

"I said, turn it off," Bruce repeated.

Nobody moved.

Because nobody knows how to turn it off.

The button says "Do not press", but there is no instruction on "How to turn it off".

Good luck to you!

The music continued to echo through the bat cave, creating an extremely eerie scene alongside the shattered stalactites and smoking equipment wreckage.

Pietro couldn't hold it in any longer; the corner of his mouth twitched wildly beneath his silver hair.

Then Thor burst out laughing.

The laughter of Thor from Sgard mixed with the background music of square dancing created a strange harmony.

Loki covered his face, his shoulders shaking.

"Mr. Wayne."

Li Ang's voice came from the doorway. He was leaning against the door frame, and the cola in his hand had been replaced with milk tea at some point.

"Congratulations, you just defeated the Anti-Life Equation with a square dance."

"I suggest you write this experience in the Batcave's combat log, and title it...."

"Shatfaqap!" Bruce's voice was so cold it could freeze lava.

Li Ang's smile deepened.

Big Badah stood still, the red light in her eyes completely gone.

She looked at Bruce, then at the red button, and then at the crowd of people with different expressions as the song played.

She opened her mouth, but in the end only said, "Apokolips doesn't have such strange weapons."

Diana answered her softly, "This is a special kind of gashapon from Leon."

Big Badah remained silent for a long time.

"I'm starting to understand why you guys were able to win."

The background music stopped automatically after the song had looped twice.

The red on the button's surface faded to grayish-white, like a disposable prop that had exhausted all its energy.

The bat cave fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone needs time to process what just happened.

A cosmic-level mental attack was interrupted by a square dance background music.

"I ran the data again." Cyborg was the first to get back to working.

He knelt on one knee, half of his mechanical body still emitting white smoke, but the light from his electronic eyes remained steady.

"The fragment of the equation is locked deep within the core by four seals, and its current activity is zero."

"There is no risk of spontaneous spread in the short term."

"What about in the long term?"

Bruce walked up to the core, his tactical goggles sweeping over the amber stone that had turned a deathly gray.

"It depends on the rate at which the seal decays."

Tony lifted the visor of his armor, revealing a pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"The seal on the Amadam Spirit Stone has no time limit in theory, but the Anti-Life Equation is a conceptual existence, and I cannot guarantee that it will never awaken."

"how long?"

"Optimistically, it will take three to six months."

"A pessimistic estimate is next week."

Bruce didn't press further. Three to six months was already a long preparation time.

Hal stood up completely from the ground, the green light cane disappeared, and a thin layer of green armor covered his battle suit.

"Wait, I want to confirm something."

Hal looked at Bruce with a complicated expression.

"You just pulled out that red button we all thought was useless, and then saved everyone with a song?"

Bruce did not answer.

"Yes."

Tony answered for him, a smug, mischievous smile hidden beneath his tired face.

"Gotham's Batman saves the world with square dancing, today's headline."

"I remember you knelt down just now too," Bruce said coldly to Tony.

Tony's smile faded slightly. "I'm kneeling."

"Kneel down, everyone," Loki added casually.

"Shut up, you're kneeling now too."

"That's called a graceful squat."

Bruce turned and walked toward the sorting station he had abandoned in the corner.

The contents of one hundred regular gashapon capsules were still neatly arranged there.

Eavesdropping devices, bulletproof tie clips, photochromic sunglasses, and wilderness survival manuals.

"I must say, your stuff may seem useless, but it can be really useful in a critical moment."