Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Back in the new CEO's office at Water Tower, all was silent.

Ah Zu sat alone on the sofa, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Manhattan skyline still glitters, with thousands of lights forming a flowing river of light—Azu's most important asset and the source of his strength.

Igor, Celestials.

In my past life's memories, this was just a chapter in the second phase of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, a family drama about "Where Are We Going, Dad?".

But now, when he is actually in this world, facing a living planet that has lived for countless years, the sense of oppression is real.

Although in the movie of his past life, that guy was killed by a bunch of idiots in the plot, that doesn't mean he was a weakling.

That's the top-tier combat power in the Marvel Universe, capable of crushing an entire interstellar fleet with a snap of the fingers.

Although Azu is confident in his own power, he should be given the utmost respect when facing an ancient behemoth like the Celestials.

"Now, I need to make this fire burn even brighter." Azu stood up, a flash of red light in his eyes.

Furthermore, the Interstellar Home Project is also about to be advanced.

The Earth is too fragile; he must prepare for both possibilities, dispersing the population and not putting all his eggs in one basket.

As the founding emperor said, "If we lose land but save people, we can save both people and land."

……

The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.

A sharp whooshing sound tore through the air.

"boom--"

A figure dressed in red and blue descended from the sky and landed steadily in the center of the South Lawn of the White House.

The immense impact caused the surrounding turf to ripple outwards in a wave-like motion, but the ground beneath his feet remained completely undamaged—this was the ultimate application of force dissipation.

Before the alarm even went off, the White House guards had already recognized who it was.

Their tense nerves instantly relaxed, and some people showed admiring smiles.

There was no gun drawn, no shouting, and no need to verify identities.

The special operations team leader in charge of security jogged forward, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Homelander! Are you here to see the President? He's in his office."

"Good afternoon, Agent Jason." Azu smiled and returned the greeting. As a frequent visitor to the White House, he could name most of the familiar faces. "No need to announce yourself, I'll go in myself, I have some urgent business."

"Of course! That's your privilege."

Azu strode briskly through the White House corridors. Staff members and cabinet secretaries along the way stopped and bowed to him, their eyes filled with reverence.

Here, he is more like the master of this land than the president.

Push open the door to the Oval Office.

President Matthew Ellis stood by the window, coffee in hand, gazing at the monument outside, a look of undisguised pride on his face.

His approval ratings have recently soared due to his deep collaboration with Vought, leading him to believe that working with Vought is the greatest political investment of the century.

He has even prepared his campaign platform for next year—"Stand with Homelanders, Make America Great Again."

"Look who's here!" Ellis turned around, opening his arms as if welcoming a longtime friend. "Our national hero, our guardian angel—Homelander!"

"You seem to be in a good mood, Matthew."

After giving him a brief hug, Ah Zu walked straight to the sofa and sat down, her expression frighteningly calm.

"Of course! World peace, soaring approval ratings, why wouldn't I be happy?" Ellis sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said, "So, what good news did you come to see me so early in the morning? Did you come to ask me to have a cameo role in your movie?"

"If only that were the case, Matthew." Azu grinned.

"I've come to tell you that the Earth is doomed."

"Cough cough cough!!"

Ellis spat out the coffee he had just drunk.

"What?! What did you say?!" Ellis wiped the coffee stains from her mouth, staring wide-eyed at Azu. "Earth... is it going to end again?"

"Don't joke like that, Anthony. Today isn't April Fool's Day."

"I never joke, Mr. President."

"As we speak, a seed from an alien god is awakening underground in Missouri."

"It will grow like cancer cells, devouring the soil, devouring cities, and eventually... devouring the entire Earth."

"Make it a part of itself."

"..."

Ellis didn't speak, his face visibly turning pale, his previous high spirits vanishing instantly.

He grabbed a cigar, his fingers trembling as he lit it with a lighter.

He took a deep breath, then slumped weakly onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Chitauri, dark elves, Ultron... and now what the hell are these gods? Is this Earth doomed?"

"And damn it, all of this happened during my term?" President Ellis covered his face with his hands.

"Am I cursed? To become the unluckiest president in American history?"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Matthew."

Ah Zu stood up and poured himself a glass of water.

"On the bright side, Roosevelt only won World War II, while you? You won the interstellar war."

"Great presidents are always born in times of crisis. Think of it another way...you will be the president who leads humanity through the most crises!"

"When you leave office, history books won't write about your misfortune. They'll write—Matthew Ellis, the man who stood firm through four doomsday crises. America's greatest president, the guardian of humanity!"

"The greatest president? The guardian of humanity..."

Ellis's blood boiled, his dejection vanished, and he looked excitedly at Azu, "So, how are we going to fight this time?"

"Airplanes? Tanks? Send out all the aircraft carriers?"

"Those pieces of scrap metal will only be left in the museum from now on." Azu waved his hand. "This time, I'll take care of it."

"But I have to say, Matthew. We can't always be on the defensive. Getting hit, then fighting back, then getting hit again. This cycle has to end."

Azu stared intently at Ellis.

"The universe is a dark forest. If you don't fight back, others will fight you."

"If we want real security, we must go out."

"Go outside?" Ellis was stunned. "Go where?"

"To the stars and the sea."

Azu opened his arms as if embracing the entire Milky Way.

"I have a plan. A grand plan."

"What plan?"

"The Earth Expeditionary Force Project." Azu's voice was deep and seductive.

"Humanity must go out. We need a second home, a third home. We need to push our defenses deep into the Milky Way."

"An expedition...?" Ellis said with a wry smile, "But our technology..."

"Walter will solve the technology problem," Azu said confidently. "As long as you cooperate with me, Mr. President."

Azu walked back to Ellis, leaned slightly forward, and spoke in a seductive voice.

I assure you.

"You will be more than just the President of the United States."

"In the future, you may become the first... Galactic President in human history."