The cowboy was busy—no, Tony Stark was busy. He was busy building models with JARVIS, researching materials, and rehearsing the scripts for Avengers 2, 3, and 4.
Hmm. He was even wondering whether he should create an actor named Ultron to throw a staged fight.
"The production line's optimized, but I haven't looked too deeply into the parts involving mystical concepts. I'll have to leave those to you and the puppets."
"Mr. Tony Stark, science and technology advisor, visited the Shrouding the Heavens Merchant Association's Dharma Artifact workshop, helping raise output and quality in tandem, improve production efficiency, and ease market demand in All-Heavens City."
—That was how Ruhua's office-and-publicity edition recorded it.
"What's this thing supposed to be for?" Tony Stark asked, pointing at it in confusion.
"Internal newspaper publicity. It's meant to inspire the cultivator employees' enthusiasm and creativity." Ma Xianhong scratched his armpit twice and looked a little more himself. "I'm not the merchant association's only artifact-refining cultivator. Emiya's here too. Besides, a certain Celestial Thearch likes this version of Ruhua and plans to bring it into the Heavenly Court, so it's still being tested."
All right. Stark didn't really understand, but he hoped that Celestial Thearch wouldn't bring it into Heaven.
Just imagining himself waking up in Heaven after snapping his fingers, brewing a coffee, then opening the Heaven Horns of the Apocalypse Daily to news like this made him feel strange all day.
Tony Stark shrugged, counted out his payment, and headed to his shop.
"What the fuck?"
He took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.
There was a shield-bearing man in a red, white, and blue uniform with a bright star, Spider-Man in a red-and-blue bodysuit, and a foul-mouthed bastard with two swords in red and black.