Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"No! Stop!!" Bruce seemed to realize something and subconsciously reached for his waist.

"Sizzle—!!"

Two blazing gazes shot out from Azu's eyes, piercing directly through the sophisticated cosmic treadmill.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!"

The instruments exploded one after another at high temperatures.

Sparks flew and metal twisted.

The machine that carried Batman's hopes for victory turned into a pile of smoking scrap metal in the blink of an eye.

"What did you do?!"

Barry Allen screamed, clutching his head, staring in horror at the pile of scrap metal.

"You've destroyed our hope!!"

Cyborg's arm instantly transformed into a high-energy plasma cannon, aimed at Azu.

"You…" Bruce stared straight at Azu, his eyes blazing with fury, "What did you do?!"

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

But Azu didn't care at all.

"I?"

He stood in the firelight, his cloak billowing in the heat.

"I'm helping you wean."

"Stop dreaming, Bruce."

There's no going back, and no second chance.

"We stand here, with this land beneath our feet and these people who are still alive behind us."

Ah Zu's voice was strong and resonant, echoing in the empty bunker.

"If I were you, even if it meant facing nine deaths, I wouldn't place my hopes on a vague and uncertain past."

"I will clench my fists and fight for a future for this world, for those who are still alive!"

"Even if we fail, we will still die as warriors on the front lines!"

"It's better than spending time with you bunch of North American cowards indulging in that unrealistic pipe dream!"

As he spoke, Azu suddenly turned around, his cloak billowing behind him, leaving behind a resolute and imposing silhouette.

"Listen, you bunch of losers."

"I'm going to save the world, truly save it."

"In my way."

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In the dim light, that figure appeared so tall, so lonely, yet so full of power.

Harley Quinn looked at Azu, the little stars in her eyes turning into a supernova explosion.

"Mr. Milk Candy..."

She gasped softly, her heart pounding in her chest.

So cool!

so cool!

This is what a man should be like!

Fuck the plan! Fuck time travel!

"Wait for me! Mr. Candy!"

"I want to do something big with you!"

Harley grabbed the baseball bat from the table and, like a schoolchild going on a field trip, hopped and skipped after him.

"We're going to rip off that blue Boy Scout's underwear and wave it as a flag!!"

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The two walked out of the base gate one after the other.

All that remained were four people staring at each other in bewilderment inside the bunker, and a pile of scrap metal billowing black smoke.

"Is he really planning to... take down Superman head-on?"

Steelbone sheathed his weapon and asked incredulously.

"Bruce..." Barry Allen looked at Batman, "I think... he's right."

"We have indeed been running away." Barry's eyes hardened. "If this is my world, I should be here to protect it, not to erase it."

Deathstroke spat out the cigar in his mouth and chuckled softly.

"Ha... Bat, to be honest, I want to fight him."

Bruce stood there, not showing the expected anger.

Instead, a long-lost passion revived in the cold blood.

He knew that, theoretically, the so-called change of the past could only be explained by parallel timelines.

So he was gambling, gambling on a slim chance that Barry's Speed ​​Force could create a miracle.

But isn't this itself a desperate escape?

The man before him had cut off his path.

But it also gave him a new path.

A real man's path.

"...Although I really want to punch you."

Bruce loosened his clenched fist. He pulled a batarang from his belt, his fingers lightly tracing its sharp edge.

"That's right..."

"We've been hiding for too long."

"Since there's no way to retreat..." A long-absent smile appeared on Batman's lips, "...then we can only move forward."

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As he walked ahead, Ah Zu listened to the continuous notification sounds in his mind.

He was overjoyed. These natives of the DC Universe, who just moments ago looked like they wanted to devour him alive, were now contributing to his popularity.

What a lovely bunch of leeks (a metaphor for easily exploited investors).

……

VGD headquarters helipad.

Homelander II descended slowly, and the airflow generated by its anti-gravity engines dispersed the water on the ground.

Although Azu's video message gave the world a much-needed boost, the emptiness of the absence of a heroic leader still hangs like a dark cloud over everyone's hearts.

The hatch slid open with the sound of hydraulic pressure deflating.

Jessica Jones was the first to come out.

In the few seconds it took her to step out of the cabin, her demeanor underwent a transformation that surprised everyone who knew her.

"Miss Jones... are you alright?"

Ashley, who came to pick her up at the airport, was stunned for a moment when she saw the woman exuding such a powerful aura in front of her.

She had expected to see a woman break down, so she had prepared tissues.

Ashley.

Jessica's voice was steady, without any tremor, and even a bit colder than usual.

"I'm here, President Jones," Ashley said instinctively, using the title she hadn't used in a long time.

"Issue an emergency board meeting in thirty minutes. I want all senior executives in the meeting room; anyone absent is to be fired immediately."

"Tell the public relations department that I need to see twenty different public opinion guidance plans regarding 'Homelanders' interstellar expedition going missing' in ten minutes."

"Notify the finance department to freeze all non-essential overseas investments and transfer all funds to the Deep Space Administration."

"Notify the security department to raise the alert level to the highest level. If anyone dares to cause trouble behind our backs during this time..."

Jessica paused, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"...Execute the qualified exemption directly!"

As Jessica walked toward the president's office, she rapidly assigned tasks.

That familiar feeling sent a shiver down the spines of the long-time Woot employees present.

They were all too familiar with that look.

When Homelander went missing last time, Jessica used this same look to subdue those disobedient directors and executives one by one.

President Jones... is back.