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

Without a word, Wayne pressed the fingerprint lock, and the lid popped open.

Green radiation emanated from within, coating the entire counter with an eerie emerald green.

A crystal the size of a human head lay quietly inside the shock-absorbing foam, its cut surfaces so smooth they could be used as mirrors, and its interior shimmered with a liquid-like halo.

Kryptonite.

"Did Clark know you brought this?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

"He gave it to me himself." Wayne's voice was flat. "After the friendly match, he thought it was pointless to leave this stone in the Justice League's vault, so he decided to trade it for something truly useful."

Li Ang put down his teacup and hovered his hand above the kryptonite for two seconds.

A line of identification results popped up on his retina on the system panel.

[Pure Kryptonite (Large): Contains residual energy from stellar radiation at the time of Krypton's destruction; can be used as interdimensional fuel.]

[Estimated value: 300 million points.]

"Three high-end gashapon capsules." Li Ang pushed his teacup aside. "Deal."

Wayne nodded, closed the lid, and pushed the entire suitcase over the counter.

He didn't immediately turn to the gashapon machine, but paused for two seconds.

"Li Ang".

"Um?"

Wayne's gaze fell on the valley in the distance, which was still under repair, the blue light of the holographic shield flickering in the darkness.

"Today's friendly match is more valuable to us than any intelligence exchange."

Li Ang tilted his head, looking puzzled.

As expected of Bruce Wayne, he immediately revealed his value with his opening remarks.

"In the three matches, we fully exposed our combat capabilities and weaknesses," Wayne continued, speaking at a measured pace. "At the same time, we also figured out the logic behind your ability system."

"It's more efficient than the year I spent conducting infiltration and investigation."

"So you're going to thank me?" Li Ang chuckled.

"I'm telling you, your men are strong." Wayne turned around, "but on the battlefield three days from now, strength doesn't guarantee survival; teamwork is."

"I won't use these three high-end gacha pulls myself."

Li Ang raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"I am a commander, not a combatant."

Wayne took off his gloves, revealing his hands covered in old scars.

"My value lies above the chessboard, not inside it; the gashapon capsules are for those who need them most."

After saying this, Wayne turned and walked towards the high-end gashapon machine that was entirely gold and red and studded with gems.

Li Ang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and watched his retreating figure.

"Bosses should be aware of this."

……

The Justice League's temporary camp was brightly lit.

Clark, Diana, and Barry sat around a folding table with three golden gashapon capsules on it.

Wayne stood across the table, his hands in his trench coat pockets.

One for each person.

"Wait a minute." Barry raised his hand. "You're not keeping a single one? Bruce, are you serious? Those are high-end gashapon capsules..."

"My combat power ceiling is right there," Wayne interrupted him expressionlessly. "Give me a Gundam and I can only use 70% of its performance. Give Clark a sun and he can destroy a galaxy."

"Resources should be allocated to those who can contribute the most value; this goes without saying."

Clark paused for a moment, then reached out and picked up the gashapon capsule in front of him.

"Thank you, Bruce."

"Don't thank me, thank the kryptonite." Wayne took a step back, crossed his arms, and leaned against the tent frame. "Open it."

The three crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The moment Clark's gashapon shell cracked, a ball of orange-red light flew out and hovered in the center of his chest.

Inside the sphere is a miniature model of a star, with its surface churning with plasma storms resembling solar flares.

The temperature was extremely high, and the air inside the tent was baked so hard that it became distorted and warped.

The solar core furnace.

"This is……"

Clark reached out and touched the ball of light, which slid into his skin along his fingertips.

His entire body lit up at that moment.

An orange-red glow emanating from the bones, the blood, and the inside of every cell.

His Kryptonian physiological functions, which originally relied on solar radiation to maintain, underwent a qualitative change at that moment.

He no longer needs to absorb sunlight.

Because his body itself became a star.

"Kryptonite..." Clark looked down at his palm, where a thin plasma shield had appeared. "It's no longer effective against me."

Wayne nodded slightly.

From this day forward, the strongest member of the Justice League will have no weaknesses.

On the other side, a translucent pink petal floated out of Diana's gashapon capsule.

The petals spun three times in the air before merging into the skin of her bare arm.

Diana tentatively extended her left hand, her five fingers suddenly stretching out, piercing through the canvas roof of the tent, then circling around it before retracting.

The extended arms had the same muscle texture as her body, and the power output was not diminished at all.

"Interesting." Diana clenched her fist. "My divine body attributes are still effective in the extended areas."

"So that means..." Barry's eyes widened, "you can punch someone from ten meters away, and that punch is just as powerful as a punch to the face?"

Diana didn't answer, but simply smiled slightly.

Barry swallowed hard and quickly opened his own.

A palm-sized, semi-transparent humanoid figure emerged from the gashapon shell. It had a purple body, two antenna-like protrusions on its head, and a ribbon like a scarf trailing behind it.

It hovered behind Barry, arms crossed, with a cool and aloof posture.

【The Hermit's Purple】.

Barry instantly experienced a completely new sensation...

He can "see" the trajectory of all objects around him within the next three seconds.

The trajectories appeared in his field of vision as pale purple dotted lines, clear enough to be accurate to the millimeter.

"Foresight... plus my speed..." Barry's voice trembled.

He's not just fast now.

He can see where the attack will land before his opponent does it, and then dodge it with his speed.

Absolutely avoid.

Wayne watched the changes in the three people, and the corner of his mouth turned up almost imperceptibly by a millimeter.

The three million was well spent.

……