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

"We won! Brothers, we won!"

On the communication channel, Lao Liao was the first to shout it out.

Immediately following were cheers erupting from Feng Zhenghao's base vehicle, the wailing of the Celestial Master's Mansion disciples who had survived the ordeal, and the simultaneous reports of victory from six battlefields thousands of miles away.

Everyone was shouting, yelling, laughing, and crying.

"Sir, all seven space rifts around the world have been closed," Jarvis's voice rang in Tony's ears. "The concentration of dark matter radiation in the outer atmosphere is decreasing at a rate of three percent per minute."

"The gravitational waves from the direction of Apokolips have completely disappeared, and the planet may have been drained and destroyed by Darkseid."

Tony's arm was half-destroyed; the armor on his right arm was shattered into pieces, revealing the burned and reddened skin underneath.

But he still managed to stand up, supporting himself on his left knee, and looked up at the night sky where the stars had reappeared.

Jarvis.

"Yes, sir."

"Play me a song."

"Recommended tracks?"

"Whatever, we're open to arguing."

The next second, the external speaker on Tony's shoulder armor blasted deafening rock music.

He ripped off the shattered helmet with one hand, revealing his face covered in sweat and blood.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he controlled Kamen Rider Stark's thrusters and flew crookedly into the air.

Walk around the field once.

With that kind of flamboyant style, even if he only has one good arm left, he'll still strike a pose.

As the music played, whistles and screams came from below.

"Tony! Tony! Tony!"

Wayne stood at the edge of the ruins. His transformation into Galaxy Lugiel had ended, and there wasn't a single unscathed spot on his body.

The clown sat on the rock next to him, his green hair a mess, but his eyes burned with a strange satisfaction.

"Not bad, little bat." The clown licked the blood from his lips, grinning broadly. "When will you come again?"

Wayne paused for a moment, then patted the Joker on the shoulder.

He did it in a flash, without saying a word, but the clown was stunned.

When the hand was withdrawn, the clown's smile vanished, replaced by an almost bewildered expression.

"Ha..." he muttered something under his breath, then his perpetually smiling face broke into a wide grin again. "Don't think that just because of this I'm on your side."

Barry stood a few meters away watching this scene, his lips twitched, and finally he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Wayne turned his head.

"No, I just think you two are a good match."

Wayne's eyes could kill.

Barry instantly vanished from his spot using his speed.

Clark landed in the center of the valley. After the incandescent light faded, he looked no different from an ordinary person...

Except for that uniform that was burned to half its original size.

Banner's hundred-meter-tall golden Buddha statue had long since vanished, and he himself had shrunk back to his normal size, sitting on a large rock, his brocade robe neatly folded and draped over his knees.

"Are you tired?" Clark walked over.

"Tired." Banner took off his glasses and wiped them; the lenses were covered in dust. "But it was worth it."

Loki lay sprawled on the ground, his four variants gone, and he didn't want to move a single finger.

"Someone help me up... I feel completely drained... I'm dying..."

No one cares about him.

"I am the prince of Asgard!"

Still, no one paid any attention to him.

Thor walked over, wearing Loki's cape, and put Pikachu down from his shoulder.

The little guy's cheek cells were still crackling with electricity, clearly showing his excitement.

"Hey! You stepped on me!" Loki yelled.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Thor didn't even turn his head.

On the main battlefield of Longhu Mountain, the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion had already started a fire to cook.

Someone pulled out several boxes of instant noodles from a storage bag. After soaking them in hot water, the aroma wafted across half the hillside.

The war is over.

The living people started to crave food.

This is the simplest way to celebrate.

Li Ang put the sealing sphere into the system space and turned to walk back to the podium.

His recliner is still there, the Coke can is still there, and even the popcorn bucket is still there.

Throughout the entire battle, this area remained spotless; not even a single fallen leaf drifted in.

Li Ang's gaze swept over everyone, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

watch dogs.

The term has only one brief description in the system's dictionary: the maintainer of order in the multiverse, an existence that transcends all individual universes.

What does his attention mean?

This means that Li Ang's business has grown so large that it has attracted attention from a different dimension.

But this can't be rushed, and there's no need to rush it.

Li Ang turned off the control panel and lay back down in his chair.

"Midnight snack!" Quill's voice drifted from afar. "Where's the promised midnight snack! Double cheeseburgers! Large Coke! Who owes me this?!"

"The kitchen is in the third tent on the east side. Go get it yourself."

Li Ang exhaled and shouted into the communicator.

Quill ran off cheering.

The night sky over Longhu Mountain returned to its quiet state, and starlight spilled across the ravaged land.

Laughter, cursing, crying, and the clinking of glasses could be heard in the distance.

Li Ang closed his eyes, and images from several worlds floated into his mind.

"We still need to take things slowly and build up our business."

The next morning, before the valley behind Longhu Mountain had been completely cleared, Gong Qing opened for business.

He chose a flat crater bottom blasted out by a miniature black hole as his stall, and used two crooked Apokolips alloy pillars to prop up a piece of cloth as a sunshade.

The cloth had eight large characters written crookedly in red paint: Apokolips Heritage, at a rock-bottom price.

Xia He sat on a folding chair and ate sunflower seeds, while Gao Ning leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed and closed his eyes to rest.

The three of them looked quite relaxed, if you ignored the bulging storage bag at Gong Qing's feet.

Less than half an hour after the news spread, the entire Longhu Mountain was in an uproar.

"Apokolips stuff for sale?"

"How many of those lunatics from Quanxing did they bring back from Apokolips?"

"I heard there are weapons made of Omega alloy; those things can even scratch Superman!"

The disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion arrived first.

They peeked over at the dark red halberd displayed on the stall, glanced at the price tag, and silently retreated.

too expensive.

The independent cultivators at Nadutong were slightly wealthier, but even they could only drool over the prices that were often in the millions of value points.

Gong Qing didn't care at all.

His target customers have never been these small fry.

The first major client arrived precisely at 9:00 AM.

Feng Zhenghao.

The commander of the Terran base vehicle was dressed in a crisp gray military uniform, followed by four technicians carrying testing equipment.

He walked up to the stall, his gaze sweeping over the pile of dark red metal fragments before finally settling on a three-meter-long cylindrical object.

"What is this?"

Gong Qing stood up from the chair and patted the dust off the surface of the pillar.

"Remaining components of the Apokolips signal tower."

"This tower can emit gravitational waves across dimensions, which can theoretically penetrate any known physical shield."

"We almost ruined our hands when we were disassembling it; the hardness of this alloy exceeds that of any other material in the world by three orders of magnitude."

Feng Zhenghao's eyes lit up.

Transdimensional gravitational wave emitter.

If reverse engineering is successful, the communication system of the Terran base vehicle will undergo a revolutionary upgrade.

"How many?"

"Twenty million value points." Gong Qing held up two fingers, his smile particularly sincere.

Feng Zhenghao's face darkened. "Are you robbing me?"

"Commander Feng, we risked our lives to bring this back from Darkseid's lair." Gong Qing shrugged. "Twenty million, no cheating."

Just as Feng Zhenghao was about to haggle, a voice interrupted from behind.

Two thousand five hundred.

Everyone turned their heads.

Tony Stark stood by the pit with one hand in his pocket and his right arm in a sling.

His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were fixed on the signal tower, his face showing a determined expression.

"Stark, what are you doing here?"

Feng Zhenghao's brow twitched.

"Joining the fun? I'm here to shop."

Tony walked downhill, his leather shoes crunching on the gravel.

"Among those present, only I can fully understand the technical sophistication of this tower."