Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

VGD Headquarters, Staff Canteen in Area B.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cheese and fried meat patties.

Kraglin was like a squirrel that hadn't eaten for three winters, wrestling with the mountain of food piled up on his plate at the dining table.

He grabbed a burger covered in meat sauce and melted cheese, ignoring the sauce dripping onto the back of his hand, and took a big bite.

As a member of the Raiders, he spent most of his life wandering the galaxy. He ate Kree nutritional paste, gnawed on Xandar synthetic protein blocks, and was even forced to swallow a three-eyed soft-bodied worm on some unknown, desolate planet.

But what's in front of me...

Kraglin carefully picked up the item called "Homelander Supreme Double Cheeseburger" with both hands.

Two slices of soft bread sandwich tender and juicy beef, with melted cheese flowing down like golden lava, accompanied by crisp pickles and fresh lettuce.

He opened his mouth wide and took another big bite.

"Ugh!!"

The rich flavors exploded in his mouth, and the perfect combination of oils and carbohydrates gave him goosebumps.

"God..." Kraglin mumbled incoherently, tears welling in his eyes, "How can the people on this planet... how can they be so happy?"

Just as he was about to attack a slice of pizza, the cafeteria's automatic doors slid open, and a group of people walked in.

The Vought heroes, who had just finished watching the press conference, rushed in.

Their emotions were still lingering on the tragic and passionate feeling they had just experienced, and discussions continued incessantly.

"That was the best speech I've ever heard!" Angela was still wiping away tears. "I'm stepping over my dead bodies... Oh my god, look how wet I am... I'm talking about my face, all my makeup is gone."

"Of course, the boss has always been this handsome." Pietro paused when he saw the alien eating wildly in the corner.

"Hey? Isn't that...that guy?"

Pietro pointed at Kraglin.

"That old blue-skinned man's henchman? What's his name again... Klin?"

"It's Craglin," Steve Rogers corrected, walking over with his tray. "Hello, Mr. Craglin. How's the food here?"

"A habit? That's fantastic!"

Kraglin swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped the grease off his lips with his sleeve, and grinned foolishly.

"I was thinking, could we ask Yondu if we could just stay on Earth from now on? Seriously, all we need is food."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions turning somewhat strange.

Natasha Romanov raised one eyebrow, crossed her arms, and leaned against the table, her tone tinged with pity.

"Um... Mr. Kraglin."

"Hmm?" Kraglin picked up another piece of fried chicken. "What's up, beautiful?"

"You...didn't you watch the live stream?"

"Live stream? What live stream?" Kraglin looked bewildered.

Natasha sighed and pointed to the large screen hanging on the cafeteria wall.

On the screen, the image of the deep blue "Homelander 1" spaceship shooting out its tail flames, piercing the sky, and disappearing into the clouds was being replayed.

"They're gone," Natasha said. "Twenty minutes ago."

"Gone?"

Kraglin blinked, and the chicken nugget in his hand fell onto the plate with a "thud".

"Who left?"

"The spaceship. The Smurfs, the raccoon, and that tree," Pietro kindly added, "and of course, our boss and our big sister."

Kraglin stared at the screen, seemingly still processing what was happening.

"The spaceship is gone... Yondu is gone..."

He muttered to himself, then suddenly jumped up from his chair, overturning the plate in front of him.

"And what about me?!"

Kraglin pointed to his nose, his voice trembling with fear.

"I'm still eating my burger!! Have they forgotten about me?!"

"Impossible! Boss Yondu wouldn't abandon me! I'm his first mate!"

He frantically groped for his communicator, trying to contact the spaceship.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

There was only static in the communicator.

"The signal's been lost." Tony Stark walked over with a coffee, coldly stating the reality. "They've entered the faster-than-light jump portal and are probably hundreds of light-years away now."

"No……"

Kraglin slumped back into his chair, his eyes vacant, like a child abandoned by his parents.

"They've really forgotten about me..."

"This isn't fair... I just want a hot lunch..."

An awkward silence fell over the surrounding air.

Just then.

A hand gently patted Kraglin's shoulder.

It was an invisible hand.

Don't be sad, brother.

A pitying voice came from the air.

You'll get used to it.

Kraglin was startled and looked around. "Who? Who's speaking?"

"It's me, Shabi."

"Believe me, I know how that feels."

Shabi's voice is full of stories.

"Take it easy, this is the mindset of someone who's just a nobody."

A slice of pizza floated into the air and drifted to Kraglin's front.

"Eat up, you won't miss home if you're full. This has double layers of cheese."

Kraglin looked at the pizza floating in the air, then at the departing spaceship on the screen.

Sorrow welled up within me, yet I was powerless to do anything about it.

He took the pizza, took a big bite, and a tear slid down his cheek.

"It smells so good..."

……

Meanwhile, in the Skynet base underground in upstate New York, a brand-new production line is operating around the clock.

There was no sparking welding, nor the ear-piercing sound of metal cutting.

The huge, transparent container was filled with silvery-gray molten metal. These liquids seemed to possess a vibrant life force, slowly writhing and gathering under the influence of an electromagnetic field.

This is Skynet's technological iteration based on the Terminator series, combining its own life-cradle technology with Stark Industries' nanotechnology, and incorporating trace amounts of vibranium powder to create a memory-mimicking superalloy.

"Mimetic infiltration unit, batch 103, quality inspection begins."

The valve at the bottom of the container is opened.

Clumps of silvery liquid flowed out and landed inside a transparent chamber.

"Sizzle—"

An electric current passes through.

The silvery liquid began to stretch and shape.

"T-1050 liquid permeation robot, production batch: 001, quantity: 100."

A few seconds later.

Dozens of men with stern faces stood there.

Their skin texture, pores, and even the reflection in their pupils are indistinguishable from those of real people.

But this is only the beginning.

"Injecting biomimetic signals."

"Sizzle—"

Their body temperature immediately rose to 36.5 degrees Celsius, their chests began to rise and fall, and simulated pulses and blood flow sounds could even be detected under their skin.

That's what makes the T-1050 so terrifying.

They are no longer cold, lifeless machines; they incorporate the organic technology of the Regenerative Cradle, mimicking perfect biological features on the outer layer of a liquid metal skeleton.

Even with thermal imaging or heart rate detectors, it is impossible to distinguish between their authenticity.

They are more stable, heat-resistant, and more resistant to impact than the original T-1000, and are also better at camouflage.