Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

This moment.

The "bloodstains" and "scars" on Ah Zu's body were no longer proof of his disheveled state.

It is the most dazzling medal.

Hulk was also stunned by this scene.

He looked at the trembling children, and a hint of confusion flashed in his angry eyes.

He is the Hulk, not a demon.

The child's cries, like a clear, icy spring, poured over his feverish mind.

"Hulk..."

His raised fist froze in mid-air.

And Ah Zu slowly straightened his spine.

Although he was swaying slightly, his body appeared taller than ever in everyone's eyes at that moment.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

"If you want to continue, let's continue."

He spread his arms and stood in front of the children.

"Don't touch them."

As he said this, Azu silently called upon the system in his mind.

"System, activate 'Team Rally'."

"Team members detected within a 1500-meter radius: Homelander, Jumbo Girl, Quicksilver, Red Lady, Fastball, and Invisible Man."

"Team Rally Mode is now activated! Current all attribute boost multiplier: 360%!"

But that's not enough. To achieve that kind of one-hit-kill effect on the show, he needs an even stronger burst of energy.

"Activate the 'Fist of Bonds'!"

"Consumes 5000 special popularity points! Next attack's destructive power increased by 1000%!"

Azu clenched his right fist slightly.

Although there was no outward change, he sensed that the power gathered in this fist had reached an extremely terrifying level.

"Come on, big guy."

Azu looked at Hulk in front of him and sneered inwardly.

"I will finish you off with this punch."

He had even planned out his pose after the strike, and the lines he would say to the camera—

"Power is for protection, not for venting."

However, Hulk looked at the trembling children behind Azu and at the brave old nun with her arms outstretched.

He looked down again and saw his huge fist.

The anger in his eyes was quickly subsiding.

He slowly, step by step, walked towards Azu.

"Great, that's it! Hurry up, I can't wait!"

Azu clenched his right fist even tighter, his mind racing, waiting for the moment Hulk would suddenly attack.

However, Hulk stopped three meters in front of him.

His size began to shrink visibly, from a six- or seven-meter-tall Titan to a normal size of about two and a half meters.

Hulk lowered his hands, like a child who had done something wrong, and said awkwardly, word by word:

"Hulk...no...no more fighting."

……

A gentle breeze blew by, swirling up a few scraps of newspaper.

For a moment, Ah Zu's resolute face stiffened.

This has left Ah Zu completely bewildered.

He forced back the twitching corners of his mouth, maintaining composure in his expression.

But the groundhog in my heart has already let out a roar like a dragon.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"I've already unleashed my ultimate skills! I've already spent money! I've even poured in 5000 special popularity points! And you're telling me you're not playing anymore?!"

"Where is your anger? Where is your pride? Weren't you going to tear me to pieces?!"

"You have to fight! You should roar 'Hulk is the strongest!' then jump up and punch me, and then I'll finish you off with a righteous slap. That's the script!"

"System! System!!"

Azu immediately called out in his mind.

"I'm not fighting this round. Can I get a refund for the special popularity points? Can I apply for a seven-day no-reason return?!"

The system didn't speak, but silently popped up a window displaying a countdown timer.

Remaining charge time for Bond Fist: 59 seconds...58 seconds...57 seconds...

"Oh shit……"

Ah Zu wanted to swear, but now the whole world's cameras were on him.

He couldn't get angry, much less show disappointment.

"call……"

Ah Zu forcibly suppressed his frustration and quickly adjusted his facial expression.

He slowly loosened his clenched fist, his eyes revealing tenderness and understanding.

A dozen or so Hummingbird drones approached, their high-definition cameras capturing the scene with remarkable precision.

Under high-definition close-ups, what kind of look is that in the eyes of the people of the motherland?

It was a fatherly or elder brotherly love, the joy of watching a lost lamb finally return home.

"I know."

Ah Zu's voice was soft, yet it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the drone's sensitive sound recording equipment.

"I know you don't want to hurt anyone, Hulk."

Hulk looked up, and a look of grievance appeared in his green eyes.

"Everyone... is afraid of the Hulk..."

"Hulk... doesn't want to be... a monster."

"Thump."

Under the watchful eyes of audiences worldwide, the Hulk, seen as the embodiment of destruction, knelt down before the red and blue figure.

Like a child who has made a mistake, facing a stern... no, a kind father.

"Hulk... also wants to... be a hero."

These words brought tears to the eyes of countless emotionally sensitive people.

Azu looked at Hulk and made the perfect reaction.

He stretched out his hand.

It gently landed on Hulk's messy hair and ruffled it.

"Want to be a hero?"

Ah Zu smiled, a smile warmer than the midday sun.

"You already are."

No one is born a hero.

"The moment you choose to use your power to protect the weak, you become a hero."

Hulk stared blankly at the temperature emanating from above his head.

No one had ever touched his head like that before.

In the past, those people would only point guns at him and bombard him with cannons.

An emotion Hulk had never felt before spread through his heart.

got windy.

The sea breeze ruffled Azu's cloak and tousled Hulk's hair.

Amidst the ruins and dust, the gods stroked the beast's head, completing the redemption.

This scene was captured forever by the clicks of countless camera shutters.

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +15000! (From Hulk)"

Hearing this notification sound, Ah Zu's frustration finally dissipated.

"Alright, 15,000, this is a good deal."

As Hulk calmed down, his green skin began to fade rapidly, and his massive skeleton shrank.

A few seconds later.

Bruce Banner, wearing only his underwear, curled up on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

……

And a few blocks away, Park Avenue.

The battle scenes here are nothing like the tender and affectionate ones here.

"BOOM!!"

A car was blown away.

With the arrival of Jane Foster, the female Thor, the tide of battle turned instantly.

The Mjolnir in her hand seemed to have found a true master who understood it, and every swing brought forth a storm of thunder.

"This hammer...it's actually this useful?"

Jane executed a beautiful backflip in mid-air, dodging a missile, and casually smashed the attacking mech into scrap metal with a single hammer blow.

She was fascinated by the feeling of that power coursing through her body.

The combat skills of Asgard, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, were etched into her mind like instinct, making her even more of a warrior than Thor.

Sol.

This son of Odin is currently in a state of extreme existential doubt.

"Why...why did Mjolnir reject me...?"