: A calming mantra, and Hulk kneels.

The Anywhere Door's light faded, and it reverted to an inconspicuous plastic model, which Li Ang casually tossed back into the system space.

Dr. Banner stood barefoot on the floor, wearing only a pair of tattered shorts, and was trembling all over.

It wasn't the cold, it was the fear.

"Is this...New York?"

Banner stared out the window at the familiar street signs—the Queens street signs. "How is this possible? I was just in Bashir..."

From the Southern Hemisphere to the Northern Hemisphere, it only took crossing one door?

This kind of spatial folding technology is something that even the world's most advanced cutting-edge technologies cannot achieve!

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it."

Li Ang walked behind the counter, tossed a can of ice-cold beer from the refrigerator, and said, "Sit down, Dr. Banner, make yourself at home..."

"Oh, by the way, the floor was just mopped. If it gets dirty, you'll have to do some chores."

Banner took the beer; the icy touch cleared his muddled mind slightly.

He looked at the excessively young Asian man in front of him and swallowed hard. "Who exactly are you? From the National Security Agency? Or..."

"Who I am is not important; what's important is whether you want to escape that life of constantly hiding and running away?"

Li Ang pointed to Banner's chest, "And that grumpy little kid inside you."

Banner's eyes dimmed when Hulk was mentioned.

"It can't be cured."

Banner gave a wry smile, pulled the tab on his beer, and took a big gulp. "I've tried gamma rays, serums, even attempted suicide by shooting myself... but he always got to control me first."

"That's because your method is wrong."

Li Ang snapped his fingers. "Science has its limits. When science fails, why not try metaphysics?"

"Metaphysics?" Banner was taken aback.

"Like, how about a lottery?" Li Ang patted the gashapon machine next to him. "Ten thousand US dollars per try, fair and square, a cure-all."

Banner touched his empty pockets, his expression extremely embarrassed.

Forget about ten thousand US dollars, he doesn't even have a single dollar on him right now. His only possession is this pair of underwear that hasn't been washed in months.

"I have no money."

Banner spread his hands, looking somewhat resigned. "If you want money, you've come to the wrong person. I'm a wanted criminal now."

"No money?" Li Ang looked Banner up and down. "It's okay, I have a good eye for people, you have great potential."

"What do you mean?"

"Even though you don't have money, you have strength."

Li Ang flashed his signature benevolent capitalist smile and pulled out a printed contract from under the counter. "Our store happens to be short of a porter, cleaner, and security guard."

"$15 per hour, meals and accommodation included, daily pay, which can be directly deducted from the lottery fee."

Banner stared at the contract, his lips twitching. "You're hiring a physicist with seven PhDs to be your porter?"

"To correct you, I meant to have a huge green guy who can tear a tank apart by hand act as my porter."

Li Ang held up one finger. "Don't want to do it? Turn left when you go out. General Ross will probably locate you in about half an hour."

Banner remained silent.

Compared to being locked in a specially made glass cage like a guinea pig, carrying bricks here seems...

It's not that hard to accept?

More importantly, the scene of him instantly defeating Hulk had instilled in him a strange sense of awe and hope in the mysterious shop owner.

Perhaps he really does have a solution?

"I'll sign!" Banner gritted his teeth and pressed his fingerprint on the contract of servitude.

"A wise choice."

Li Ang smiled and put away the contract. "As a new employee benefit, I allow you to advance your salary and try out five rounds first."

Banner took a deep breath and walked to the colorful gashapon machine.

It has to be useful!

He prayed silently and pressed the button with trembling hands.

Good luck~ Best of luck~

The catchy background music started playing again, startling Banner so much that he almost transformed.

Click, click, click...

Five gashapon capsules rolled out one after another.

Banner couldn't wait to unscrew the first one.

[Props: Expired super glue]

[Description: Extremely sticky, but expired three years ago; whether it sticks to anything depends entirely on luck.]

Banner's face turned green.

the second.

[Props: SpongeBob's shovel]

[Description: This is the official kitchen utensil of the Krusty Krab; burger patties cooked with it will even smile.]

Are you kidding me?

Banner, veins bulging on his forehead, held up the shovel, his eyes gleaming with a faint green light. "This thing can cure Hulk? Are you going to use it to make Hulk hamburgers?!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Li Ang calmly pointed to the remaining gashapon capsules, "Aren't there three left?"

The third item is a pack of tissues.

The fourth item is a bottle of medicated oil.

Banner was utterly desperate.

This is a scam! A complete hoax!

Just as he was about to flip the table and transform, the last gashapon capsule was opened.

There are no physical props.

Only a soft blue light flew out and entered Banner's forehead.

[Skill: Meditation Mantra (Beginner Version)]

[Source: Shaolin Temple in a certain martial arts universe]

[Description: Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; through special syllable resonance, it forcibly calms mental fluctuations and suppresses negative emotions.]

[Note: It has remarkable effects on bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and certain green creatures that grow larger due to anger.]

hum!

Banner suddenly felt a loud, resounding chanting sound in his mind.

That feeling was like being doused with a bucket of ice water in a scorching desert – refreshingly cool and exhilarating.

The Hulk, who was roaring wildly in his mind, seemed to have his mouth covered by an invisible hand.

"Hulk... I hate... chanting..."

Deep within his mind came Hulk's aggrieved complaints, which then grew softer and softer until they finally fell silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

thump.

Banner's legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees.

But there was no pain on his face, only two lines of clear tears rolling down his cheeks.

"It's quiet now..."

"Finally, it's quiet..."

how many years?

Ever since he was exposed to radiation, his brain felt like it was inhabited by a 24-hour construction crew.

Anger, irritability, and fear tormented him constantly.

But now, his world is clear.

Even the SpongeBob shovel looks quite handsome now.

"How does it feel? Want to flip the table again?"

Li Ang crossed his legs, fiddling with the half-finished can of cola in his hand.

"Boss!"

Banner looked up, his eyes filled with fervent adoration.

He grabbed Li Ang's leg and cried like a 200-pound child.

"I'll move! I'll move bricks! Not just bricks, I'll even unclog drains!"

"As long as you don't kick me out, and don't stop that ritual, I'll do anything you ask!"

This is the truth!

Screw science! Screw gamma rays!

Buddha has appeared!

"Alright, alright, you've snot on my pants."

Leon disgustedly pulled his leg out and pointed to the pile of trash left behind by Riobadia in the corner.

"Now that you've started working here, sort out this pile of stuff and organize it properly."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Banner leaped to his feet, brimming with energy.

At this moment, even if he were to fight Thanos one-on-one, as long as he could continue listening to that "Meditation Mantra," he would dare to rush up and throw two bricks at him.

Looking at Banner, who was bustling around the store like a diligent little bee, Li Ang nodded in satisfaction.

"Not only did we hire a free laborer, but we also gained a meat shield that can be pulled out to tank monsters at any time. This is a good deal."

Li Ang stood up, walked to the shop's floor-to-ceiling window, and his thoughts drifted away.

On one side is Kuuga Iron Man, who has fused with the Amadam Spirit Stone and embarked on the path of biological evolution.

On one side is Iron Monger, the Decepticon who holds a fragment of the AllSpark and is about to awaken mechanical life.

What kind of sparks will these two things, which were originally completely unrelated, ignite in this Marvel world that he has ruined?

"I'm really looking forward to it." Li Ang took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and cracked them open.

"I don't know whether the Cavaliers' kick is harder or Cybertron's steel is stronger."

"Banner! Stop cleaning that shovel and go buy some popcorn. There might be a big show tonight!"

"Okay, boss! Creamy or caramel flavor?"

"I want them both!"