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

"He won't object."

Bruce remained silent for a moment.

"On what grounds?"

"Because Darkseid threatened his shop," Bruce continued to explain. "Leon's core interest is the operation of the gashapon shop."

"If the invasion by Apokolips is not contained, his branches will be affected sooner or later."

"From a business perspective, helping us defeat Darkseid would also benefit him."

Tony stared at Bruce for a moment, then smiled.

"You know what, Wayne," Tony chugled his energy drink, "the way you analyze Leon is exactly the same way Pepper analyzes her competitors."

"I'll take this as a compliment."

Tony walked back to the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Jarvis, get the prototype parameters for the short-range cross-domain stabilizer of the mother box fragment."

"Yes, sir."

"The current stabilizer prototype can maintain a cross-dimensional passage with a diameter of 1.2 meters for about half a minute, which is enough for two people to pass through at the same time."

"Half a minute, that's too short." Tony wrinkled his nose. "At most, two people can go in."

"What if we use the Mother Box Core of Steel Bone for amplification?" Bruce asked.

"The increase is to about one and a half minutes. The cost is that Cyborg himself needs to maintain the connection and cannot go offline at all times, and the Mother Box Core will enter a 72-hour cooldown period after use."

"During the cooling period, most of the mechanical functions of the steel frame will be downgraded to wartime emergency mode."

Bruce thought for a moment.

Is it worth taking this risk?

"Darkseid will tell you whether it's worth it next time he comes."

Tony turned off the holographic screen and turned to look at Bruce.

"I'll contact Li Ang first to confirm the specific situation in that world."

"If all goes well, the cross-border exploration team can depart as early as three days from now."

"The candidate?"

"You and me," Tony said, drawing a circle in the air. "That's enough."

"Too many people and too much noise can easily arouse unnecessary alarm."

"Besides," he patted his waist, "my Kamen Rider Stark is enough for any universe."

"Confidence is a good thing." Bruce put on his Batman coat and walked towards the exit. "But don't forget, as Leon said, that world has its own rules."

"Qi... might be more troublesome than you think."

Tony shrugged.

He had seen the magic of Asgard, the power of the Infinity Stones, Kang's high-dimensional technology, and Galactus's cosmic energy.

What kind of waves can a world where people fight with their inner energy create?

He didn't believe it.

But a certain intuition told him that this journey would not be boring.

……

at the same time.

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

Li Ang sat behind the counter, with the system panel spread out in front of him.

The latest data stream scrolls across the panel.

[The battle footage of the World Alliance has been intercepted and disseminated by a third party.]

[Scope of dissemination: All-in-one intelligence network, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion intelligence system, internal channels of Wudang Mountain, and the Quanxing secret network.]

[Estimated impact: Awareness of "Gashapon Shops" in the supernatural community will increase more than 300 times within the next 72 hours.]

Seventeen expressions of interest have been received from various organizations.

Li Ang scrolled to the bottom of the panel and saw the last line of text.

[DC Universe Coordinate Frequency Exposure Probability Assessment: 87%; Under One Person World Coordinate Exposure Probability Assessment: 34%]

[The host is advised to prepare for an event that could lead to the intersection of two universes.]

Li Ang turned off the control panel and rummaged through the freezer for a bottle of iced cola.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

Carbonated bubbles burst on the tip of the tongue.

"A collision of two universes."

Li Ang muttered to himself, his gaze passing through the crack in the shop door, looking out at the sky that belonged to the man below him.

"The Luotian Grand Ritual is still a month away."

"Before that, everything that's meant to come will come."

He raised the Coke bottle and tapped it against the air.

"Reverence for the Heavens"

……

"The coordinates of this landing point are ridiculously off."

Tony straightened his slightly disheveled suit jacket, casually brushing the blouse off his shoulder.

He turned his head and looked around at the dilapidated factory buildings.

The steel frame was rusted, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of engine oil mixed with mold.

"The energy output of the mother box core fluctuates, resulting in spatial folding errors when crossing dimensions."

Bruce straightened the collar of his dark gray trench coat, his gaze darting quickly through the shadowy corners.

He pressed the miniature control panel on his wrist, and several beams of pale blue scanning light spread outwards.

Before the two could exchange more words, the sound of synchronized footsteps came from the surrounding shadows.

Dozens of men dressed in pure black combat uniforms emerged from behind the dilapidated machines, completely surrounding the open space.

These people had no guns, yet they exuded a chilling aura that made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I thought we'd caught some big fish, making such a commotion, but it turns out they're just two useless pieces of trash without even a wisp of Qi."

The man in the lead was shirtless, with a strange black skull tattooed on his chest.

He raised his hand and pushed up the slightly bulky glasses on the bridge of his nose.

These glasses were replicas that the Wang family bought at a high price from the black market. They were said to be made based on a pair of True Sight glasses that circulated in the world of supernatural beings.

Although the effect is greatly reduced, it is more than enough to detect ordinary Qi flow fluctuations.

In the tattooed man's eyes, Tony and Bruce were utterly unremarkable, just like ordinary stones on the roadside.

"Are they here to cause trouble?"

Tony turned his head and glanced at the men in black.

He completely disregarded the encirclement in front of him, instead observing with great interest the black mist swirling around these people.

"Never mind who you're looking for. Since you've stumbled upon the Wang family's affairs, you can only blame your bad luck."

The tattooed man completely disregarded the two men's composure and made a strange handprint with his right hand.

The private soldiers of the Wang family have always acted with impunity.

Tonight they received a death order to lay a trap in all the areas where Zhang Chulan had appeared and find him.

After waiting for a long time, all that came were two ordinary people dressed strangely.

The tattooed man immediately decided to use these two unlucky guys as sacrifices, and also to intimidate the other forces hiding in the shadows watching the show.

Black mist rapidly spread from the soles of the tattooed man's feet.

A chilling wail echoed from within the fog.

Three enormous evil spirits coalesced into form, their bodies appearing translucent grayish-black.

Its face was twisted and ferocious, and its huge mouth, full of fangs, was wide open.

After circling in mid-air a few times, it pounced straight at the two people who were surrounded.

"This energy structure is very interesting; it is neither plasma nor dark matter."

Bruce did not back down an inch.

He reached into the tactical belt and pulled out two batarangs, then flicked his wrist.