The Narrative Battlefield Restaurant

The party was lively, or rather, very Stark.

The top floor of the Arbitrator Tower perfectly embodies Tony Stark's party philosophy: there's no limit to how extravagant things can get.

Psychedelic lasers sliced through the air, and deafening rock music nearly blew the specially designed glass dome off.

The air was thick with the complex aromas of grilled meat, cheese pizza, fine champagne, and Tony's latest "Flame Tequila," so strong it was almost suffocating.

Quite a few people had arrived. Natasha, dressed in a black evening gown, leaned against the bar, holding a martini in her hand. She was whispering with Bayonetta, who was dressed in an elegant long dress, and they chuckled softly from time to time.

Steve, dressed in khaki pants and a casual shirt, stood next to Sam was gesturing animatedly to Steve, clearly describing the "thrilling" experiences his wingsuit had at high altitudes—such as nearly colliding with a flock of migrating Canada geese.

Banner, holding a glass of lemonade, was chatting with Shuri about the technology they had recently acquired from the wreckage of the Steppenwolf warship.

Quicksilver shifted positions and struck different dance poses to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor; while in the center of the stage was Wade Wilson, who had just escaped from the group of wealthy women. He had just come out of a villa in Beverly Hills when he encountered Quicksilver.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., confirm the absentee list." Tony's voice came through the music as he held his wine glass. "Cyclops, Iceman, were they dragged back by that old bald professor? Tsk tsk, Mutants academic conferences are so boring."

"Yes, Boss. Professor X's urgent recall notice arrived 37 minutes before the party started." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice rang in Tony's ears.

"Where's Daredevil? Are those rats from Hell's Kitchen out jumping around again?"

"Mr. Murdock. Matt Murdoch commented: Thank you for the invitation, but there seems to be smuggling activity near the Queensboro Bridge, and he needs to go and 'listen' about it."

"Ha! Listen to this, what a magnificent spirit of community service!" Tony raised his glass dramatically, turning to Banner, who was trying to dodge the sonic boom caused by Pietro. "Bruce, take note! Stop thinking about turning green and causing trouble!"

Banner pursed his lips, nearly spilling the lemonade in his glass. "Tony... if you don't stop Pietro soon, he'll drag me onto the 'Quicksilver Roller Coaster' sooner or later."

He glanced at the center of the dance floor, where Pietro was leading a group of scantily clad girls in a wild spin, almost creating a small storm.

"Hey! Captain! Try this!" Sam excitedly brought over a glass of liquid with eerie blue-purple bubbles. "Tony's new invention, the 'Asgard Bifrost Crusher'! It's said to taste like being hit on the tongue with Mjolnir!"

Steve looked at the suspicious liquid, his brow furrowing slightly, his face clearly saying "no": "Sam, I think the juice is fine."

"Oh, come on, old popsicle! A party is all about having fun!" Tony squeezed in, shoved the "Bifrost Crusher" into Steve's hand, and grabbed one for himself.

"A toast to our victorious interstellar demolition team! A toast to Chen Tian! A toast to his success in preventing Apokolips from crashing into our backyard!" He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. "Oh! This potency... F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Record! The recipe needs adjusting, the aftereffects are too strong... Burp!"

On the other hand, the combat group has a completely different style.

In the restaurant area, the food plates piled up in front of Goku were taller than a person, and he was moving so fast that all that could be seen were blurry hand shadows and the sound of chewing.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Ten more servings of fried chicken! Twenty beef burgers! And that stretchy thing... what's it called... yeah, yeah, cheese lobster!" A muffled voice came from behind the food fortress.

Beside him stood Kiana, holding a strawberry cake in one hand and a donut in the other, staring in disbelief as Goku devoured nearly a hundred servings of food.

At the bar, Dante downed a shot of espresso, tapping his fingers on the counter. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., where's my strawberry pudding? Don't tell me that cheapskate Tony forgot to order it!"

"Dante, your fifteen special pizzas and twenty strawberry puddings are on their way and are expected to arrive in five minutes." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice was completely flat.

Vergil remained with his arms crossed, Yamato resting at his feet, eyes closed in meditation, as if all the noise around him was irrelevant.

Just as Dante tried to pat his shoulder with his coffee-stained hand, the scabbard of Yamato shifted almost imperceptibly, blocking the groping hand.

Madara stood with his arms crossed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his Rinnegan reflecting the dark sea of Malibu below, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

He seemed to be contemplating the mysteries of the universe, or perhaps he was simply figuring out the best way to kneel and beg God for more "thuwa".

Occasionally glancing towards the dance floor, a hint of disdain for the "clamor of mortals" would always flash in his eyes.

Saitama sat on the single sofa next to Chen Tian, his eyes vacant, staring at a point in the air that didn't exist.

His fingers unconsciously fiddled with the sofa armrest, muttering to himself, "Wednesday... Wednesday... supermarket special... eggs... fresh produce... can't miss it..."

Chen Tian was lounging lazily on a sofa, holding a glass of juice that Tony had forced on him (the alcoholic beverage was automatically replaced by 2B under the pretext that "Master has just experienced a high-intensity battle and needs to replenish electrolytes").

He looked at the noisy scene before him: Banner was being pulled into the dance floor by Pietro, struggling to suppress Hulk's urge to leave;

Tony was holding a microphone, trying to scream along to rock music, but unfortunately, he was completely off-key;

Sam tried his best to persuade Steve to try a sip of the "Bifrost Crusher," but the captain's resistance was almost palpable.

The sound of the food pile collapsing came from Goku's direction...

"Hoo..." Chen Tian took a sip of the cold juice, the sweet and sour taste spreading on his tongue.

My tense nerves finally relaxed completely in this familiar, slightly Stark- esque, and whimsical atmosphere.

A pair of slender, jade-like hands slowly climbed up Chen Tian's temples.

Chen Tian looked up and saw the gentle Miss 2B. 2B smiled at Chen Tian and gently massaged him with her fingers.

Tony finally finished his wailing rock song (or rather, yelled it out), and reluctantly put down the microphone, swaying unsteadily as he walked to Chen Tian's "quiet corner."

"How's it going, kid?" Tony picked up a new glass of "Quantum Tequila," slammed down on the armrest of the sofa next to Chen Tian, and nearly spilled the liquor on Saitama's shiny head, but Saitama instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

"Noisy." Chen Tian said succinctly, raising his juice glass and making a clinking motion towards Tony. "But it's alright."

Tony laughed heartily and patted Chen Tian on the shoulder forcefully, "That's right! The first lesson upon returning home is to adapt to Tony Stark's party rhythm! Look at our Mr. Ban."

He gestured towards Madara Uchiha, who exuded an aura of "keep away," by the window, "So serious and profound, he clearly hasn't experienced the harsh realities of life! And our bald, caped hero..."

He turned to Saitama, "All you can think about is discounted eggs from the supermarket! What a simple and unpretentious pursuit of life! This is the state we should be in after the war!"

Upon hearing the word "egg," Saitama's eyes instantly focused, and he looked at Tony with a serious expression, his deadpan gaze turning serious. "Special offer time, absolutely can't miss it."

"Hahaha! That's right! F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Top priority for Saitama's shopping list! Make sure he has enough shopping bags!"

Tony waved his hand dismissively, "By the way, where's Bruce?"

He looked around and finally spotted his target at the edge of the dance floor— Banner was being forcibly dragged along by the enthusiastic Quicksilver, who was trying to teach him a weird "hip-twisting dance."

Banner looked utterly dejected, each awkward twist conveying a sense of panic about his impending "transformation."

"Pfft..." Chen Tian couldn't help but laugh out loud at Banner's explosive expression, almost choking on his juice.

"Oh wow! Our Banner is about to explode!" Tony whistled, as if never wanting the world to be too peaceful, and raised his glass. "To science! To the angry little green man! Bruce! Unleash your true nature!"

Banner seemed to hear him, rolling his Byakugan across the crowd, his face already beginning to turn green.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Chen Tian put down his juice glass, his tone tinged with schadenfreude, "Is that spare pair of specially made elastic shorts for Banner ready? I think he's about to break down."

"Ready at any time, Mr. Chen." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice carried a subtle hint of...anticipation?

Tony laughed even louder, pulling Chen Tian and Saitama, who was still fiddling with the sofa and calculating the time, Saitama behind. "See that? This is what life is all about! It's way more fun than just destroying Apokolips! Come on, tonight's target—everyone! We're drinking until we drop! F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Louder music! And keep the drinks flowing!"

The rousing music rose another octave, almost shattering the reinforced glass of the dome.

The dim lights spun wildly, the aromas of food, alcohol, and sweat mingled together, and the deafening noise and rhythms completely engulfed the enormous living room.

Chen Tian rested his head back on 2B's lap, a slight smile playing on his lips. Although the noise was giving him a headache, although Pym's troubles were still waiting for him, although Daredevil was catching mice in Hell's Kitchen, and although Xavier Institute was up to some unknown scheme...

But at this moment, watching his companions reveling in the aftermath of the battle, and hearing Tony's exaggerated laughter and Banner's faint cries of anguish, he felt a pang of sadness.

("Pietro! Stop! I'm about to lose control... Ugh!"), feeling the steady pulse of the planet beneath his feet.

Yes, it's so good to be home.

Tony was still loudly urging people to drink, while Chen Tian picked up the remaining juice and downed it in one gulp. He the Void murmured to himself, his voice drowned out by the roar of the revelry:

" On F.R.I.D.A.Y., have the kitchen prepare some more hangover soup and headache pills. Stark Industries' parties... their aftereffects are no less potent than the 'Bifrost Crusher'."

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the salty scent of the sea, dispelling the lingering smells of smoke, alcohol, and the aftermath of revelry in the top-floor living room.

The deafening music had long since stopped, replaced by a chaotic post-party 'battlefield'.

Restaurant area.

Chen Tian slowly picked up a golden, crispy fried dough stick and dipped it in the rich, warm soy milk.

Across from him, Ban sat upright, holding a bowl of steaming white rice, a small dish of natto, a few slices of grilled salmon, and a dish of pickled vegetables, eating slowly.

Vergil sat gracefully beside Chen Tian, sipping his black tea from his bone china cup, while his other hand used a silver fork to precisely cut a small piece of the delicate English cake sprinkled with icing sugar.

Yes, precise. Vergil's slices of the cake looked as if they had been cleaved by Dimension Slash from the Yamato.

Dante slumped his entire upper body in the chair, his long legs casually draped over the edge of the table, one foot swinging leisurely.

He was holding a huge Mark filled with steaming hot black coffee, with several donut wrappers scattered around him.

"Dante." A gentle female voice rang out as 2B carried a steaming plate of fried dumplings to the table with a smile on her face, but her gaze fell on Dante's boots on the table.

In Dante's eyes, that smile meant nothing but danger.

Dante's lazy smile froze for a moment, and he chuckled awkwardly twice before quickly retracting his legs and obediently stepping back onto the ground.

"Oh dear, I'm used to it..." he muttered, taking a large gulp of scalding coffee as an attempt to cover up his discomfort, which made him wince.

Satisfied, 2B withdrew her gaze, placed the fried dumplings next to Chen Tian, and added some rice for Ban.

The only sounds in the restaurant were the soft clinking of cutlery and the rustling of chewing.

Dante's gaze swept across the table—to his left sat his nephew Chen Tian, who was eating a Chinese breakfast with a relaxed expression;

On the right is Vergil, the elder brother, with an elegant posture, as if attending a courtly afternoon tea;

Diagonally opposite is a spotted person who eats as if performing some kind of ritual;

And then there's 2B, who moves through it all, perfectly in control.

Looking at this peaceful and harmonious "family portrait" breakfast scene, Dante paused for a moment, his fingers holding the coffee cup, and an uncontrollable smile spread across his face, a smile tinged with nostalgia.

"Hey," he said, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.

Chen Tian put down his chopsticks, Vergil put down his silver fork, Ban raised his eyelids, and 2B also stopped adding rice.

All eyes were on Dante.

He looked at them, his smile widening, filled with a sense of relief and warmth that came after weathering countless storms, and slowly said:

"I mean... it's been so long since we, the 'Sparda Family,' have been able to sit down and have breakfast together peacefully like this."

Sunlight streamed through the glass, falling on the dining table and illuminating the steaming food, as well as the expressions on everyone's faces at the table.

"Yes, it's been a long time." Vergil also gave a warm smile.

Ban didn't say anything, he just put the natto into the bowl and stirred it.

Chen Tian smiled and rested his chin on his hand. "Unlike in that little villa before," Chen Tian gestured to the table with his eyes, "The food here is much better than what we had back then."

"Hahaha, that's right! The food back then was truly appalling!" Dante laughed.

"That's because of Dante's 'Poverty Aura.' Back then, as long as Dante was around, no meal was ever perfect," 2B added with a laugh.

"Hey, 2B," Dante grumbled.

"Dante, you can't yell at the only breadwinner in our family back then," Chen Tian joked.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Laughter filled the restaurant, and everyone there was reminded of the "poor" yet warm "family moments" they had shared in that small villa in 1995.

Bang!

A not-so-loud, but particularly jarring explosion in the quiet morning suddenly came from the connection point of the open kitchen!

Almost the instant the sound rang out!

The warm and peaceful atmosphere in the restaurant instantly changed!

Swish swish swish swish!

Just a second ago, everyone was chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner, but within 0.1 seconds, their bodies instinctively reacted to fight!

Vergil moved the fastest, the Yamato appearing in his hand instantly. The cold Blade was already an inch from its sheath, and a dark blue aura of magic flowed around it. His sharp eyes locked onto the direction of the explosion like those of a hawk!

Madara's Rinnegan activated instantly, strange ripples swirling beneath his eyes. He even slightly turned his body, assuming a posture ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment!

Dante's smile vanished instantly, replaced by the vigilance and coldness honed by his demon-hunting career. His right hand flashed towards his waist (though he was wearing pajamas and hadn't brought a gun). His other hand instinctively shielded Chen Tian behind him, even though he knew his nephew didn't need it.

Chen Tian was the only one who made the smallest movement; he simply put down his chopsticks, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness at being disturbed, but he also instantly locked his gaze on the kitchen.

2B stepped in front of Chen Tian, instantly putting on his combat goggles. The blue light from the goggles flickered slightly, indicating that he had entered alert mode.

Everyone tensed up instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring; the air in the restaurant seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread out.

The once harmonious "Sparda Family" instantly transformed into several War Machine poised for battle.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

Only a wisp of smoke, carrying a burnt smell, rose from a sizzling frying pan on the kitchen stove.

In the pan, a fried egg, overcooked and with its edges charred and curled, and its yolk puffed up violently from the heat and eventually burst open, lay there pitifully.

"...Uh..." 2B was the first to react, disengaging from combat. She looked at the "heroically sacrificed" fried egg, a very subtle blush of embarrassment, like a programming error, appearing on her face.

The tense atmosphere deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

Vergil expressionlessly shoved the Yamato back into its sheath, picked up his teacup again, though his movements were slightly stiff.

Madara silently closed his Rinnegan, reverting to his silent, munching ninja form, though he seemed to stir the natto a little faster.

Dante's tense shoulders instantly slumped, and he exaggeratedly patted his chest.

"Whoa! That scared me to death! I thought that old bastard Darkseid had come back to life, or some blind fool had dared to raid our breakfast!"

He leaned closer to the stove, looked at the mangled fried egg, and his face immediately lit up with a gloating smile. He turned to 2B and winked.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems one thing hasn't changed!" Dante's voice trailed off, full of teasing. "2B's unique skill of 'smoke and fried eggs' is truly timeless and as charming as ever! This explosion was much 'milder' than the noise we used to make in the small kitchen; at least it didn't blow a hole in the ceiling! Hahaha!"

2B stared silently at the burnt fried egg, then glanced at Dante's incredibly irritating smile. The embarrassment on her face quickly faded, and she regained her composure. She walked to the stove, deftly turned off the heat, and cleaned up the mess, but the hand that picked up the spatula seemed to grip it a little harder than usual.

"Yes," Vergil put down his teacup, replied casually, and said with a smile, "I remember that time, the frying pan that exploded almost blew the roof off."

Ban paused for a moment, seemingly lost in memories of a certain afternoon dominated by cooking fumes and explosions.

Chen Tian glanced at 2B cleaning up the mess, then at Dante with a mischievous grin, sighed helplessly, and picked up his chopsticks again. "Alright, alright, it's just a fried egg. 2B, could you please get me a bowl of soy milk too?"

He silently considered whether he should install a higher-level explosion-proof system in the kitchen, at least enough to withstand Miss 2B's occasional "culinary art bursts of passion."

Inside the restaurant, the soft clinking of cutlery rang out again, occasionally interspersed with Dante's exaggerated comments on the sacrificed fried egg and Vergil's precise sarcasm.

"Ah! Wednesday supermarket special!" Saitama's voice drifted from outside the restaurant. "Eggs! Fresh produce! I absolutely can't miss them!"

"Hey! Saitama! Wait for me! I need to go buy some strawberry jam too!" Dante, with half a donut in his mouth, jumped up and chased after him.

2B watched Dante's retreating figure disappear through the doorway, then glanced at the cleaned-up marks on the stove. She calmly turned and softly asked, "Master, would you like me to fry another perfect egg for you?"

Looking at 2B's determined (and perhaps even a little bit defiant?) face, Chen Tian wisely chose to smile, "No need, 2B, fried dough sticks and dumplings are perfect. Really."

"No, Master, 2B will fry a perfect egg for you." 2B was unusually persistent about cooking, even contradicting Chen Tian's words.

"Uh... okay, whatever makes you happy." Chen Tian could only lower his head and continue eating his breakfast.

"Hey!! Chen Tian!!! Let's go!!! Didn't you say you were going to that old guy Pym's place?!" Tony, Chen Tian's 'savior', poked his head out from outside the restaurant.

Hearing Tony's call, Chen Tian felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was about to stand up and escape the battlefield at the dining table—

A pair of clear yet unusually persistent blue eyes locked onto his movements. 2B, having removed his tactical goggles, no longer had the sharpness of combat in his eyes, only the stubbornness of a precision instrument locking onto a target: Your perfect fried egg is in progress.

Chen Tian froze halfway up his chair, meeting that unquestionable gaze. He could only manage a dry laugh before silently sitting back down, picking up a fried dumpling and stuffing it into his mouth, trying to feign enjoyment.

Tony peered over the shoulder, noticing the tense atmosphere around the table. "Hey? What's going on? Pym won't wait for us; he might just run off at any moment."

He looked at Chen Tian, who had sat back down, then at Vergil and Ban with their subtle expressions, and at 2B, who seemed to be burning with an invisible flame in front of the stove, and looked completely confused.

"Stark," 2B instantly put on a perfect welcoming smile, her voice crisp and clear, "Breakfast has just started, thank you for your hard work. Would you like some? I just made a little extra." She warmly pulled out the chair next to Chen Tian.

Tony blinked, glanced at 2B's smile, and then looked at the dining table.

Vergil sipped his tea elegantly, but his eyes were desperately sending Tony a silent "Run!!!" signal.

Ban, head down, stirred the natto so fast it looked like he Hand Seals, his eyes glancing gravely at Tony out of the corner of his eye. "Don't be stupid."

Chen Tian buried his face in the bowl of soy milk, only his eyes showing as he frantically winked and shook his head at Tony.

Tony, watching the bizarre exchange of expressions from this group of "Sparda," became even more confused. "You guys... have eye problems?" He scratched his curly hair, grinned, and said, "Alright! I'm hungry anyway! Let's try 2B's cooking!"

He sat down casually, ignoring the light that instantly died in the eyes of the other three.

"Great!" 2B's smile seemed even brighter as she turned back to the stove. "Just a moment, Mr. Tony, your fried eggs will be ready soon. And everyone else's too."

This statement is like a final verdict.

Vergil's movement as he placed the teacup down was slightly stiff.

The spot stopped stirring.

Chen Tian silently pulled the rim of the bowl up.

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly turned somber.

Zzzzz--!

Pour the egg mixture into the pan.

Tony was still enthusiastic. "... Hank, that old man, doesn't seem to like it at all..."

Pfft! Bang!

A plume of black smoke billowed out with a muffled thud! A charred, oddly shaped fried egg with a suspicious odor was scooped into Tony's plate by 2B.

Tony's smile froze. "Uh... 2B? Timing...?"

"Mr. Tony, please have it, fully cooked." 2B remained unfazed.

Vergil took a deep breath, forked a 2B-era 'battle-damaged' fried egg, closed his eyes, chewed, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously, and expressionlessly gave a thumbs up. "Flavor... unique."

Madara, as if performing a ritual, picked up the same fried egg, mixed it with rice, and Rinnegan vigorously. His Rinnegan involuntarily appeared, and he nodded expressionlessly. "... Acceptable."

Chen Tian buried himself in his work, stuffing a burnt fried egg into his mouth, followed by a fried dough stick and soy milk, seemingly trying to use the delicious fried dough sticks and dumplings he bought from outside to wash away the unpleasant taste in his mouth.

His cheeks puffed out, and he mumbled, "Delicious! 2B's cooking... has improved!"

Tony glanced at the bizarre scene, then at the "charred remains" on his plate, and finally understood the look in his eyes earlier! His lips twitched, and he forked a small piece of "egg and meat," then, with a tragic air of scientific sacrifice, put it into his mouth...

Crack... Ugh... Ugh!

A mixture of burnt, bitter, smoky, and engine oil flavors exploded in my mouth!

Tony's face contorted instantly, veins bulging, and he abruptly covered his mouth, desperately trying to suppress vomiting, his face turning bright red.

"Pfft!" Chen Tian almost spat out his soy milk.

Vergil sipped his tea.

Ban's shoulders trembled slightly.

"Stark? How does it taste?" 2B's blue eyes were full of anticipation.

Tony sensed that "expectation," then looked at Chen Tian's frantic hints for him to "say something nice," and at Vergil and Ban's silent threats...

He swallowed hard, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and gave two thumbs up. "Great! Absolutely great! Full of industrial power and aesthetics! Crispy texture! Layered! Amazing! It's even more... stunning than the smell of my burnt circuit boards!"

Boom

Thicker black smoke billowed up with a loud bang! The bacon in the pan turned into a smoke bomb!

"Cough cough cough..." Everyone coughed.

"2B." Vergil wiped away the tears from his eyes, which had been stung by the smoke. "This charred bacon...fireworks display was reminiscent of Hell's Kitchen." His assessment was as accurate as ever (strangely).

Ban silently picked up the grilled salmon, dipped it in some black granules (ash?) that had fallen from the plate, and ate it without changing his expression, as if savoring a delicacy.

Chen Tian gave up on words and gave 2B a desperate, wide-eyed "praise" smile.

Tony, abandoning all treatment, coughed and slammed his fist on the table, laughing loudly, "Hahaha! Great fireworks! Party spirit! Stark Industries explosion aesthetics! Well done, 2B!"

Boom!!!!!

This explosion was earth-shattering!

A huge, dark red mushroom cloud, emitting a sweet and sour, burnt smell, exploded from the stove! Tomato juice mixed with burnt egg yolk sprayed all over the ceiling!

Several black, lumpy objects smeared with dark red sauce flew out in an arc, hitting Tony's brand-new T-shirt on the chest and leaving a conspicuous, steaming, charred mark!

The restaurant was instantly enveloped in thick smoke and a strange smell.

As the smoke dissipated, the scene on the stove was horrific: the frying pan was tilted over, its contents a mixture of red and black, sizzling and crackling.

A few drops of tomato juice splattered on 2B's fair face. She looked down at her "work," her focus tinged with confusion and... grievance?

Vergil glanced at the charred tomato spots on the cuff of his white shirt, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, and his hand tightened around his teacup.

Madara silently put down his chopsticks, his Rinnegan momentarily losing focus.

Chen Tian closed his eyes in despair.

Tony glanced down at the "Tomato Charcoal Medal" on his chest, then at the abstract-style stove, then at the innocently persistent (?) 2B, and finally at the three of them with their utterly hopeless expressions...

"Wow..." Tony exclaimed, his expression a mixture of shock, fear, and a hint of sympathy (for the explosion?).

He suddenly stood up, grabbed Chen Tian who was pretending to be dead, and his voice was more urgent than ever before:

"Let's go! Chen Tian! It's an emergency with Pym! I feel like he'll really run away if we don't get there soon!! Immediately! Now!!!"

He didn't even have time to wipe the stains. Dragging Chen Tian, whose steps were unsteady, he rushed out of the restaurant battlefield with almost lightning speed, looking disheveled but determined.

Inside the restaurant, only black smoke, a messy stove, and three silent "survivors" remained.

After a long silence, Vergil put down his teacup and uttered a soft, almost imperceptible sigh of weariness, "... The kitchen's explosion-proof rating definitely needs an upgrade."

Ban silently got up, walked to the window, and gazed at the azure sea of Malibu, his back view desolate. His Rinnegan reflected the sea and sky, as if he were pursuing the ultimate Tranquility of the universe, trying to forget the dual torment of taste and spirit he had just experienced.

2B, meanwhile, silently observed the chaotic stove, a faint blue light flashing in her eyes, analyzing the reasons for the "failure." Then, she picked up a new egg...

Vergil and Ban's bodies tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.