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

"Sect Leader, are you really betting everything?" Xia He leaned closer. "What if it turns out to be a pile of junk..."

"Junk?" Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, the shattered lenses reflecting a rainbow of colors. "Even the worst high-grade gashapon is rare. Have you ever seen a rare item considered junk?"

"And," he looked at Li Ang, "the preference has already been set to destructive, right?"

Li Ang leaned against the railing of the podium, a cup of hot tea now in his hand.

"With a dual preference for both disruptive and spatial types, the probability of shipment fluctuates by 35%. I cannot guarantee the final output, but the direction will not deviate too far."

"That's enough." Gong Qing pressed the button.

The background music for "Good Luck" played for the third time at Longhu Mountain.

This time, everyone gathered around.

Tony sat wearily on the steps, Banner wrapped in a charred robe, and Thor let Pikachu sit on his head as a hand warmer.

Even Superman Clark, with his severely injured body, leaned against the rock wall, his gaze fixed on the wildly spinning gold and red machine.

Several golden gashapon capsules rolled out.

[Space Rift Grenade x20].

[Dark Matter Erosion Bullet x10].

【Void Fracture Blade (Consumable)】

Each one is an extraordinary weapon, a treasure to be cherished by any sect in the world of supernatural beings.

But for Quanxing, who wanted to dismantle the core facilities of Apokolips, they were just one step short.

Xia He and Gao Ning were dumbfounded; the ground was covered with golden gashapon shells piled up like a small mountain.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed.

Someone roughly estimated that the total destructive power of these things on the ground was enough to blow the entire Longhu Mountain to smithereens thirty times.

But Gong Qing didn't even glance at it.

"continue."

The twelfth one.

The gashapon machine suddenly made a different sound.

The originally colorful rotating light suddenly turned into pure gold, the body shook violently, and wisps of orange-red heat waves spewed out from the gaps in the gemstone.

"This reaction..." Li Ang put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A pure gold sphere, twice the size of a regular gashapon capsule, rolled out of the exit, its surface covered with dense inscriptions.

When Gong Qing caught it, his palm hissed from the heat.

Unscrew it.

A burst of golden light erupted, and everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.

After the light faded, a square metal box about the size of a palm lay in Gong Qing's palm.

The box is dark gray with a red button in the center and a line of very small text engraved next to it.

[High-Energy Explosive Miniature Nuclear Bomb (Marvel Version) x5]

[Description: With a vibranium outer shell and a scaled-down arc reactor as its core, the explosive yield is equivalent to 300 tons of TNT. The blast radius is controllable, and the power is concentrated, specifically designed for targeted demolition of heavily fortified targets.]

Gong Qing's hand froze in mid-air.

Three hundred tons of equivalent.

Controlled blasting.

Targeted destruction.

And it's extremely small!

"This..." Xia He's voice trembled.

Tony stood up from the steps, his eyes fixed on the metal box, his expression incredibly strange.

"Wait, the design concept of this thing is similar to mine..." He paused halfway through his sentence.

"It's in the same vein as your Arc Reactor," Li Ang continued, "built by you in a different dimension. Don't worry, its power is guaranteed."

The atmosphere in the command center changed instantly.

Three hundred tons of TNT equivalent doesn't sound like much.

But don't forget the prefixes: controllable and centralized.

This means that all the power will be concentrated on one point, rather than spreading in all directions.

Last time, they missed dismantling the core of the delivery device by ten seconds.

There are five of these now.

"Continue!" Gong Qing's voice rose eight octaves, his pupils behind his glasses gleaming.

The fifteenth one. It was that same abnormal, pure gold reaction again.

This time, the gashapon capsules that rolled out were larger, completely black, and had eerie silver patterns flowing on their surface.

The moment Gong Qing turned the knob, everyone present felt a chilling sense of oppression.

That was the fear of being crushed by dimensional pressure.

Inside the capsule toy lay a thin, almost transparent silver foil, only the size of a palm.

"This is..." Gong Qing's hands trembled.

The system description appeared before Li Ang.

[Two-dimensional foil (incomplete trial version) ×1]

[Note: This is a fragment of a dimensional reduction weapon from the Three-Body universe, retaining only one-thousandth of its original effect.]

[After use, it can forcibly compress three-dimensional matter within a radius of fifty meters into a two-dimensional plane. The effect lasts for three seconds before dissipating, and the target returns to its original state.]

After reading the instructions, Li Ang raised his eyebrows.

Incomplete version, one-thousandth of the effect, three seconds.

But that's still a form of dimensional reduction attack.

Even if it's only for three seconds, the instant it's compressed into two dimensions, any defensive mechanism of the delivery device will become meaningless...

Because the three-dimensional structure itself no longer exists.

"Gong Qing," Li Ang's voice took on a serious tone, "you have to save this for the most crucial moment. Its effective range is only fifty meters, so you must get very close to the core."

Gong Qing didn't answer. He carefully put the silver foil into his inner pocket, his movements as gentle as if he were serving his own father.

Then turn around and press the button again.

The next 123 attempts, while no further abnormal reactions to pure gold occurred, still produced quality far exceeding expectations.

Space-tearing, explosive, and erosion-type props filled the entire stage.

Until the 137th shot.

The gashapon machine started vibrating wildly again.

This reaction was more intense than the previous two.

All the gems on the machine lit up, and cracks even appeared on the golden-red outer shell. A vast surge of spiritual energy erupted from inside the machine.

All the supernatural beings sensed it.

That's... an aura from the world of cultivation?

A bright green capsule toy slowly emerged from the exit.

It didn't roll down; it floated to the surface.

Gong Qing reached out and caught it; it was icy cold to the touch.

The moment he turned it on, a gentle breeze brushed against his face.

In the palm of my hand was a delicate brocade pouch.

The bag was tied with gold thread and embroidered with patterns of mountains and rivers, radiating a faint glow.

[Qiankun Storage Bag (Supreme Spiritual Artifact Grade) ×1]

[Description: Contains an independent space with a capacity roughly equivalent to a small city. It can store any unclaimed items, and the storage speed is extremely fast. Once fully charged, the stored items can be released.]

Gong Qing looked at the small bag in his palm.

The smile started at the corners of his mouth and eventually turned into a suppressed chuckle.

Xia He smiled too.

Gao Ning smiled too.

The three people stood amidst a pile of golden gashapon shells, their laughter growing louder and louder until it turned into unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

That was a universal, iconic, villainous madness.

"This time we're going to Apokolips."

Gong Qing hung the storage bag on his waist and pushed up his broken glasses.

"We're not just demolishing, we're moving everything."

"Take everything that can be moved, don't leave even a single screw for that stone-faced guy."