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

"And it gets even worse."

Jarvis quickly added, while simultaneously projecting a demonstration of the current situation.

"The Apokolips coordinate data within him is materializing. I detected a faint signal of a spatial rift. He is opening a door for Darkseid."

The air above Wang Ai's head began to distort.

A thin black crack appeared in the void, its edges flickering with an unstable red light.

The aura of Apokolips seeped out from the crack, carrying a scent of heat and despair.

The temperature was rising, and the bone-like texture in the hall began to glow, turning the entire manor into a signal transmitter.

"It's too late." Wang Ai laughed, her voice echoing in her bones. "He saw me!"

Bruce pulled out an anti-gravity spike from his waist, aimed at Wang Ai's position, and threw the spike.

The ground nails spun in the air and pierced the stone slab beneath Wang Ai's feet.

hum!

The gravitational field changed abruptly.

Wang Ai's body was pinned to the spot by ten times the force of gravity, and the expansion process was forcibly stopped.

The release rate of the spore cloud decreased significantly, changing from a gush to a seepage.

He struggled to move, but each effort was pushed back by the gravitational field, and the bone armor creaked under the pressure.

"Tony!"

"I know."

A black light shone from Tony's right palm, and the miniature black hole particles formed after being compressed to their limit gradually bloomed.

It was only the size of a pinhead, but the surrounding air began to distort the moment it appeared.

Light was bent, dust was sucked in, and even sound was swallowed up.

"Jarvis, calculate the delivery trajectory."

"Calculation complete, error 0.03 millimeters."

That's enough.

Tony released his grip, and the miniature black hole particles flew out silently.

Passing through Wang Ai, who was suppressed by the gravitational field, and through the spatial rift above his head.

The moment of contact, everything froze.

Then came the collapse. Wang Ai's body began to collapse inward from the point of contact; bones, muscles, assimilated tissues—all matter was swallowed up by that pinhead-sized point.

The spatial rift was also drawn in; the red light at the edge flickered twice and then disappeared.

Three seconds later, only a half-meter-deep pit remained where Wang Ai was.

There were no bodies, no ashes, nothing was left.

Even the rift leading to Apokolips was erased.

The hall fell silent.

Only the hum of the plasma grid could be heard outside.

"Target eliminated," Jarvis reported. "Space rift signal zeroed out, Apokolips coordinate link severed."

Tony deactivated his armor, his faceplate opened, he exhaled, and rubbed his temples.

"Old Liao, have someone clean up the scene."

Old Liao nodded, then turned and gave Xu San a few instructions.

The agents from NaDuTong began entering the manor to collect the supplies and books left behind by the Wang family.

The collections that had not been assimilated or destroyed, ranging from antiques to Qigong manuals, from elixirs to magical artifacts, filled three entire trucks.

"These are for war preparedness funds." Old Liao looked at the loading list. "The resources of the supernatural world are also valuable in interdimensional warfare."

Zhang Chulan squatted down next to the pit where Wang Ai disappeared, staring at the bottom of the pit for a long time.

"Is he really dead?"

"All beings are equal before a black hole." Tony patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go back and report."

Zhang Chulan stood up and was about to turn around when he caught a glimpse of something flashing at the edge of the pit.

He bent down and picked it up. It was a crystal fragment the size of a fingernail, as black as ink, with faint flowing patterns on its surface.

"What is this?"

Tony took it, the armored faceplate closed again, and Jarvis began scanning.

"Jarvis, confirm the data."

Three seconds later, Tony's expression changed.

"Confirmed." Jarvis's voice held an unusual urgency. "The crystal is transmitting directional signals into deep space, and the frequency is highly compatible with the Apokolips communication protocol."

"Signal content?"

"Earth's cosmic coordinates."

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Zhang Chulan held the crystal fragment in his hand, feeling the heat in his palm.

"You mean, this thing is telling Apokolips where Earth is?"

"This thing is being confirmed." Tony put the fragment into the armor's isolation chamber. "Darkseid already knows the location of this planet in this universe. This crystal is just calibrating the coordinate accuracy."

He glanced around at the people in the hall, lowering his voice by half an octave.

"The real countdown to war begins now."

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

Li Ang sat on the Void Throne, with a holographic screen in front of him playing a recording of the battle at the Royal Manor.

He was holding a glass of iced cola, and water droplets were dripping from the glass onto his fingers.

A line of text popped up on the system panel.

[Destroyed the first Apokolips advance node, gaining 4,200,000 value points.]

Li Ang placed the Coke on the armrest and swiped open the communication panel.

"Tony."

"exist."

"I saw what happened to Wang Ai, and the data from the crystal fragments has also been synchronized."

"The coordinate signal has been sent, right?"

"Yes." Tony's voice came through the communicator. "Jarvis estimates that, based on the signal propagation speed, Apokolips will confirm the coordinates within seventy-two hours."

"The three-month countdown may have to be shortened, so the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony can no longer be held according to the original rules."

Li Ang smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want to turn the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony in a month into a selection competition for the entire army."

"All the prominent forces in the world of superhumans will be present, which will be a good opportunity to select those who can go to the battlefield all at once."

"I will set the selection criteria, and the cost of the gashapon equipment for the selected participants will be shared by Nadotong and Tianxiahui."

Li Ang was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you trying to tie the entire world of supernatural beings to your war chariot?"

"It's not my chariot. We all live on the same planet, just in different universes."

"Darkseid is coming, and no one can escape."

"Instead of waiting for him to come knocking on our door, we should hold onto the cards we can use first."

"Wishing you all the best."

Li Ang picked up his cola and took a sip; the ice cubes clinked crisply in the glass.

The progress bar slowly moved forward one notch.

System upgrade progress: 12.7%

"Interesting," he muttered to himself. "It's getting more and more interesting."

……

Three days later, on the seventh basement floor of the North China regional headquarters of Nadutong.

Lao Liao gathered all the branch managers together.

There were more than twenty people in the conference room, each with an encrypted file in front of them.

The cover is printed with four characters: Luo Tian Da Jiao.

"Has everyone finished reading?"

Old Liao took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a cloth.

"You all know about what happened at the Wang Family Manor three days ago."

"Wang Ai voluntarily accepted the assimilation material from Apokolips, turning himself into a Parademon, and was eventually destroyed by the Allied Forces."

"But he successfully sent Earth's coordinates into deep space before he died."

No one spoke in the meeting room.

"The Apokolips fleet will arrive on Earth within three months, or perhaps sooner."

Old Liao put his glasses back on.

"This is not just a matter for the world of superhumans, it's a matter for all of humanity."

"But what we can do is to integrate all available forces before the war comes."