Just thinking about the Destroyer Armor gave Damian a headache.
According to the lore, the Destroyer was forged by dwarven smiths from enchanted Uru metal—and imbued with the power of Odin and other Asgardian deities, granting it near-invincible combat prowess.
It was one of Odin's ultimate weapons in his youth, deployed to repel the incursion of the Celestials.
But judging from its portrayal in the movie… either Loki, as its pilot, was catastrophically incompetent—managing to get the Destroyer tossed around like a plush teddy bear—
—or perhaps Odin's real name is Ma Guocheng, and he fell for the Earth gods' classic three-pronged con: "Don't lose face," "Stay alert," and "Well done!"
Otherwise, Damian couldn't fathom how something so embarrassingly weak could have ever stood toe-to-toe with the Celestials.
Wasn't that like trying to stir a cauldron of chaos with a toothpick?
Still, after a moment's reflection, Damian decided he couldn't afford to be careless.
After all, many of the beings he'd encountered so far possessed power levels startlingly close to their comic book counterparts—the most obvious examples being Ghost Rider and Witchheart.
Leaning against the wall, Damian submerged his consciousness into the glowing orb within his mind.
"Raw Stones: 122."
After a brief calculation, he resolved to use the number of Originiums displayed on his virtual screen to determine how many gacha pulls he could afford.
If this Destroyer turned out to be anything like its comic version, even Xiao might struggle to handle it. He'd need a stronger ally—someone worthy of the challenge.
Even if he didn't hit the jackpot, it didn't matter. He wasn't about to let Dawei Qiu and his criminal gang slip away unscathed!
And if the goods were already shipped? So be it. That was the fruit of his labor—what did Xie Dawei and Qiu Gan have to do with it?!
"Whoosh—!"
The moment he spent 120 Raw Stones, a dazzling light burst before his eyes.
Rewards:
Character Card ×1
Item Card ×1
[Almond Tofu] ×3
[Mint] ×7
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Weapon: Annihilation in a Box
Rarity: ★★★★
Base ATK: 454
Secondary Stat: Elemental Mastery +221
Passive – Fire-Treading Stillness:
Deals 36% increased DMG to enemies affected by Hydro or Pyro.
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Item: Almond Tofu
A delicate dessert crafted from finely ground almond paste. Its creamy white form is so exquisitely sculpted it resembles a master artisan's porcelain—so beautiful, one hesitates to eat it.
Effect: Increases the user's ATK for 300 seconds.
(Note: Served at Wangshu Inn. Even Xiao "the Immortal" admitted it was delicious.)
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Item: Mint
Refreshing leaves brimming with cooling essence—perfect for banishing summer heat.
(Note: Grows wild everywhere. Seriously, don't waste Mora on this!)
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Character Card: [Raiden Shogun]
Divine Title: Thunder
Constellation: The World
Synopsis:
The Raiden Shogun—whose true name is Ei—is the Electro Archon and ruler of Inazuma, one of the Seven Sovereigns of Teyvat.
As Makoto Narukami no Mikoto, she governed with absolute authority, devoted to the ideal of "Eternity," believing only unchanging stillness could prevent the pain of loss.
Having watched her loved ones—her sister Makoto and her friend Kunikuzushi—fade with time, Ei developed a deep-seated dread of impermanence. She withdrew into the Plane of Euthymia, seeking solace in eternal meditation.
Though stern and regal in demeanor, Ei harbors a secret love for sweets—especially dango milk balls. Her sweet tooth once nearly gave her cavities, but to preserve the Shogun's dignity, she insists she eats only what's "nutritionally necessary."
This earned her gentle teasing from Yae Miko: "Acting like a child again, are we?"
Despite being designed as the "perfect" puppet—omnipotent in battle—the Shogun herself admits one glaring flaw: she cannot cook. When pressed on the matter, she sighs, "I can do anything… except cook."
Damian: "…"
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Early morning, Queens, New York.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains as Peter Parker stood by the window, holding the red-and-blue Spider-Man suit he'd been sewing for almost a week.
The inexpensive fabric shimmered faintly in the morning light. He ran his fingertips over each stitch and nodded in satisfaction.
"It's finally done… Z's definitely gonna be jealous when they see this!"
He muttered to himself, a smile creeping onto his lips.
Peter placed the suit on the table and turned to look at the underground boxing poster pinned to the wall. The eye-catching prize money made his heart race.
"Bonus for defeating 'Bonecrusher': $10,000."
With that bonus—and the $10,000 he'd borrowed from Damian—he wouldn't need a used car anymore. He could buy a brand-new one outright!
"Peter! Breakfast is ready!"
Uncle Ben's hearty voice echoed from downstairs.
"Okay, I'm coming!"
Peter quickly stuffed the suit into a hidden compartment under his bed, double-checking that it was well concealed before hurrying downstairs.
As he entered the kitchen, the rich aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air. Aunt May was plating scrambled eggs while Uncle Ben sat at the table, coffee in hand, smiling warmly.
"Good morning, Peter. Eat quickly—you'll be late for school," Aunt May said gently, sliding the plate toward him.
"Thanks, Aunt May," Peter replied, pulling out a chair. He picked up his fork, but couldn't suppress the grin tugging at his lips.
Uncle Ben noticed instantly. He raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm… You seem awfully cheerful this morning. Something good happen?"
Peter hesitated, mind racing.
"Oh—nothing! I just… passed the preliminary round of the school science competition."
He ducked his head and took a few quick bites of eggs, avoiding Ben's gaze.
Ben's eyes lit up. "That's fantastic! I always knew you were a smart kid."
Peter forced a smile and stayed quiet, afraid he'd give himself away.
Just then, the television in the living room caught his attention.
"...Breaking news: A disturbance occurred this morning at New Mexico State Hospital."
The anchor's voice was grave.
"An individual—described as an Asian man—was seen acting erratically outside the facility. After laughing uncontrollably, he overpowered several security personnel before fleeing the scene. Authorities are reviewing whether to issue an arrest warrant."
The screen cut to grainy surveillance footage: a slender man in casual clothes swiftly disarming guards with uncanny agility. Strangely, after knocking one guard down, he helped him back to his feet, then—bafflingly—shared a brief, impromptu dance with a passing husky before strolling away as if nothing had happened.
"The world's gone mad," Uncle Ben muttered, shaking his head. "Good thing we're in New York. At least it's relatively safe here."
But Peter stared at the screen, bro
ws furrowed.
For some reason… that "mentally unstable" man looked oddly familiar—like someone silly, reckless, and utterly unforgettable.
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