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

His golden skin shone brightly, and every muscle was covered with dense Sanskrit characters.

A golden Buddha statue, hundreds of meters tall, stands on the wasteland, its feet bearing dozens of radial cracks pressed into the earth by the pure power of the Buddha.

The Buddha head bowed, looking down at the forty-meter-tall combined sentinel below.

The combined sentinel issued a red alert.

"Urgent! An extraordinary bio-energy entity has been detected!"

"One hundred and three meters high! Its mass is incalculable!"

"Energy attribute...unknown! Gene sequence...unknown!"

"All resistance models have failed!"

"Requesting retreat! Requesting retreat! Requesting..."

Banner opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the combined Sentinel that was still frantically requesting a retreat.

He slowly raised his right palm.

Palms facing up, fingers together.

Golden light gathered between his fingers, condensing into a miniature Buddha sun.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

Banner's voice had materialized and was spreading outwards.

The giant hand of the 100-meter-tall golden Buddha flipped downwards.

Bearing a weight heavy enough to crush a mountain, and carrying the supreme Buddhist magic seal containing all the power of the Fahai template...

It was taken.

The combined Sentinel activated all defense mechanisms at the last moment.

Diamond hardening, ice crystal armor, high-temperature plasma shield, magnetic deflection array.

Seventeen mutant abilities are simultaneously superimposed on the body's surface.

Then, the Buddha's palm fell.

There was no roar.

There was no explosion.

There wasn't even a shockwave.

As that giant golden hand lifted from the ground, the forty-meter-tall combined sentinel...

It has become a thin metal disc less than half a meter thick, embedded in the bottom of a pit three meters deep.

All thirty-four energy cores were extinguished.

All the gene simulation modules were shattered into dust.

The last log entry for the adaptive evolutionary system was just one word.

"……none."

The wasteland was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing through the gravel.

Wade opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

He slowly turned his head.

Bobby, the Iceman next to him, had already collapsed to the ground; his legs were really weak.

Further away at the entrance to the underground parking lot, Magneto and Professor Charles appeared one after the other in the shadows of the ruins.

They saw everything.

The golden Buddha statue slowly shrank, eventually transforming into an ordinary middle-aged man wearing glasses and a plaid shirt.

Banner landed on the ground and patted the dust off his trousers.

Then he nodded slightly in Magneto's direction.

Magneto stood there, motionless.

He looked at his hands, which were covered in wrinkles and calluses.

Controlling magnetic force.

He spent his entire life honing this skill.

As a result, they lost their families, their friends, and most of their race.

This seemingly mild-mannered man casually shouted a word and smashed the killing machine that had left him helpless into a discus.

Magneto was unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Charles," he said, his voice slightly unsteady.

"Um?"

"I feel like... I might have really wasted my life."

Thirty minutes after the battle ended.

Gong Qing led the Quanxing trio to thoroughly search and remove the scattered remains of sentries within a five-kilometer radius.

Xia He even pried out the "metal pancake" that was embedded in a three-meter-deep pit with a shovel.

"This iron disc contains at least thirty energy cores. Although it has been flattened, its internal structure should still be of research value."

Xia He squatted by the pit and reported into the communicator.

"Okay, let's move."

Li Ang's voice came through the communicator, sounding quite satisfactory.

"Leave three complete cores for Tony to disassemble and study; the rest will be converted into value points upon return."

While directing the rogue cultivators to put large pieces of debris into storage bags, Gong Qing kicked a fallen sentry head at his feet.

The crimson eye sockets had been completely extinguished.

"These lumps of iron are indeed quite intimidating to the locals, but unfortunately for them, they ran into us."

Gong Qing put the head into his storage bag, then glanced back at the team that was communicating with the mutants.

In the open space in the center of the ruins, Professor Charles's wheelchair was pushed to the front.

Surrounding him were eleven wounded mutant survivors.

Iceman Bobby, Colossus, Rogue, Shadowcat... they are the last sparks of the X-Men.

They looked at the group of strangers in front of them with extremely contradictory expressions.

Gratitude, shock, fear, confusion—all these emotions were mixed together.

"If I may be so bold as to ask a question..."

Professor Charles's voice regained its usual calm and steady tone.

"Where...are you from? Who are you?"

"How should I address you?"

Tony had deactivated his armor and was standing there in a well-tailored dark suit.

He pulled out a lollipop from who-knows-where, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled a reply.

"The Guild of Adventurers of All Heavens, the Alliance of Cross-Dimensional Workers, and Unofficial Humanitarian Relief Individuals."

"Call me whatever you want, it's all the same thing, we're here to explore."

Charles processed the information in those words, then turned his gaze from Tony to Banner beside him.

Banner smiled slightly and put his hands together.

"This humble monk is merely an employee of a gashapon (capsule toy) shop I happened to be passing by; he is not worth mentioning."

Charles then turned his gaze to the old master Zhang Zhiwei.

The old master had his hands behind his back, looking up to observe the residual energy fluctuations in the sky, completely ignoring this side.

Finally, Charles's gaze fell on Wade.

"They are you..."

"This is what I got by selling myself... Waaah!"

Wade pointed to himself, then to the people around him.

"Monthly salary is zero, benefits include meals, and the retirement plan is to never retire."

"From now on, mountain birds and fish will not walk the same path; we are no longer from the same world. You..."

Charles remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned his wheelchair toward Magneto.

The two elderly people looked at each other.

"I don't care who they are or where they come from."

Magneto's voice carried a hint of weariness and age, but his eyes were much clearer than before.

"Charles, our race is on the verge of extinction."

"Xavier Academy is gone, the X-Men are gone, and there are fewer than twenty mutants left who can fight."

"And Apocalypse is still sitting on his throne in Cairo, and the Sentinel manufacturing plants are still producing new killers every day."

"We no longer have the right to choose our allies."

Charles closed his eyes and used telepathy to gently scan the surface emotions of every outsider present.

Tony Stark, extremely excited.

His brain was working at a terrifying speed, dissecting the sentinel data he had collected during the battle.

This person has an almost pathological thirst for knowledge and technology.

Banner, at peace.

But beneath that calm, Charles vaguely sensed a sleeping behemoth.

The sheer size of the behemoth caused his telepathic abilities to briefly become dizzy.

Zhang Zhiwei, the Old Celestial Master.

Charles's telepathic senses had barely touched the edge of his consciousness when they were repelled by a gentle yet unbreakable golden barrier, failing to detect even a trace of emotion.

As for the others, there's no need to watch.

"What does your boss want?" Charles's voice deepened.