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

"The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was originally an internal selection process for the Celestial Master's Mansion, but we have reached an agreement with the Celestial Master's Mansion to expand it into a practical selection competition for the entire world of supernatural beings."

Liao pressed a button on the table, and a holographic projection unfolded above the conference table.

It was a detailed event planning map, which marked the competition system, venue layout, and personnel allocation plan for the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

"The selection process is divided into three stages."

Xu San stood up to add to Lao Liao's statement.

"The first stage is an open tournament where all participants must demonstrate their full strength and are not allowed to hold back."

"The second phase is team collaboration testing to assess joint operational capabilities."

"The third phase is a cross-dimensional simulation battle, with technical support provided by Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne, simulating a paranormal battlefield environment."

"What about the selected candidates?" a branch manager asked.

"Full reimbursement for gashapon expenses." Old Liao slammed his hand on the table. "Whoever is selected for the cross-dimensional combat formation, all their equipment will be paid for by whoever is selected."

"In addition, the World Society has promised to provide funds and personnel to cooperate."

"Our World Alliance's first batch of participants has been submitted. There are 37 people, all of whom have a Qi foundation and can withstand the load of the assimilation blocking bracelet."

Feng Zhenghao sat in the corner, holding a thermos and nodding.

"There's another problem," Xu Si said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "What about the Quanxing and other factions? What if they don't participate?"

"If you don't participate, you're eliminated." Old Liao's tone left no room for negotiation. "This isn't a dinner party; it's a war."

"Those who do not participate will be deemed to have waived their right to wartime resource allocation."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds, then some people started flipping through documents, while others began to discuss in hushed tones.

Lao Liao didn't urge them; he knew these people needed time to process this.

Meanwhile, an old customer came to Li Ang's gashapon shop.

When Zhang Chulan pushed the door open, Li Ang was putting new labels on the interstellar war gashapon machine.

The label reads "Limited to Luo Tian Grand Ceremony - Exclusive to Pre-Battle Selections," with the text in bright gold.

"Boss, you were looking for me?"

"Okay." Li Ang put on the label, jumped off the chair, and said, "I have a job for you."

"What kind of work?"

"To attract customers." Li Ang took out a stack of black metal business cards from under the counter and pushed them in front of Zhang Chulan. "Before the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, you need to bring all the leaders of the participating forces here to me."

"Use whatever method you prefer, whether it's coercion or bribery."

Zhang Chulan picked up a business card and flipped through it. "Is Quanxing involved too?"

"We especially need to recruit the Quanxing faction." Li Ang laughed. "When Darkseid attacks, he doesn't care whether you're righteous or evil."

"Everyone who can go to the battlefield must go; not a single one can be missing."

"And..." He walked behind the counter and took an exquisite wooden box from the shelf. "This time I've prepared a new batch of limited-edition gashapon toys, specially for the participants of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"The price for a single draw has been reduced to 50,000, but it can only be obtained by exchanging entry tickets."

Zhang Chulan opened the wooden box and took a look. Inside were rows of silver-white gashapon capsules, with runes and patterns of Longhu Mountain engraved on their surfaces.

"What's in here?"

"Guess," Li Ang said, closing the wooden box. "Anyway, whoever draws it won't regret it."

Zhang Chulan put the business card into his pocket and turned to walk towards the door.

He stopped halfway there and glanced back at Li Ang.

"Boss, do you think Darkseid will really come?"

"Yes," Li Ang said, leaning against the counter. "And faster than you think."

"Can we win?"

Li Ang did not answer the question.

He simply picked up the Coke can and held it up towards Zhang Chulan.

"Go and solicit customers; your commission will remain the same."

Zhang Chulan sighed, pushed open the door, and went out.

After the door closed, the smile on Li Ang's face slowly faded.

He swiped open the system panel and looked at the constantly changing data.

Coordinate signal propagation progress: 14%.

Estimated confirmation time for Apokolips: 68 hours.

"They came really fast."

He muttered something under his breath, then crushed the Coke can and threw it into the trash can.

A new message appeared on the system panel.

[A high-dimensional invasion threat has been detected in the host's current dimension. It is recommended to unlock advanced gashapon machine permissions in advance.]

[Should I use value points to unlock it early?]

Li Ang stared at the words and remained silent for three seconds.

"No rush."

He turned and sat back on the Void Throne, crossing his legs.

"Let them smoke first, the real show is yet to come."

……

Zhang Chulan stood in front of the gate of Longhu Mountain with his bag on his back, looking up at the plaque that was filled with the marks of time.

He mentally calculated where suicide would rank among the stupid things he had done in his life.

Four young disciples dressed in Taoist robes stood on each side of the mountain gate, with swords at their waists and their backs straight.

Two of them recognized him and exchanged a subtle glance.

"Zhang Chulan".

The voice came from inside the mountain gate, clear and bright, with a hint of condescension.

Zhang Lingyu, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, slowly walked down the stone steps, the peach wood sword at his waist swaying gently with each step.

"The Luotian Grand Ceremony isn't even a month away yet, what are you doing here at Longhu Mountain?"

His gaze fell on Zhang Chulan, with obvious scrutiny.

"Why not take the job of a deliveryman who delivers invitations?"

Zhang Chulan put his hands in his pockets and gave a half-hearted smile.

He pulled a black metal business card from his pocket and waved it between his fingers.

Zhang Lingyu's gaze lingered on the business card for a second, her pupils slightly contracting.

The material of that thing exuded an unusual aura that instinctively alerted cultivators; it did not belong to the category of "Qi" nor to any energy system they knew.

"Longhu Mountain does not welcome outsiders." Zhang Lingyu's tone turned cold. "The commotion you caused down the mountain last time is still unresolved. The things you brought in are not worthy of stepping into the gates of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Chulan tilted his head.

He thought about the embarrassment of being cleaved into mid-air by Zhang Lingyu's sword last time, and then he thought about how many buffs he had stacked up on him now.

The Glint-Glint Fruit, the Phoenix bloodline, the Golden Light Spell, and the dozen or so Senzu Beans Tony gave me in my pocket.

To be honest, when he looks at Zhang Lingyu now, it feels like watching someone still using 3G network bragging about how fast the signal is.

"Brother Lingyu." Zhang Chulan put the business card back in his pocket, his tone very calm. "I'm really not here to fight you this time. I'm here to see your sect leader."

"The sect leader does not receive outsiders." Zhang Lingyu placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Chulan shrugged. "Three months from now, hundreds of thousands of unfamiliar monsters will fall from the sky, the kind that plow the surface of Earth."

"If your sect leader doesn't even want to hear this kind of news, then I'm turning around and leaving."