Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"A devastating blow?" Superman's eyebrow twitched.

"Yes. And our troops stationed in various places, the elite forces that are besieging human resistance strongholds, are also suffering devastating blows."

At this moment, the side door of the hall opened.

Glorias Godfrey, Darkseid's propaganda minister on Earth, strode in.

He held a data tablet in his hand, his face grim.

"Child of Krypton, you must see this."

Godfrey tossed the data panel into the air, and a holographic image unfolded in the center of the hall.

"This image was extracted from the visual nerves of the frontline demons."

on the screen.

A red and blue figure was suspended above the huge fire pit, with the Stars and Stripes cape behind him billowing in the heat.

"Who is that?" a general from Apokolips exclaimed.

The man on the screen moved.

There were no fancy moves, just a sudden flash of light in his eyes.

Two crimson heat beams, like swords of judgment, sliced ​​through the protective shell of the World Furnace Factory without hindrance, detonating the energy core.

Boom—!

A massive explosion engulfed the screen.

The scene changes again.

This time it was in a prisoner-of-war camp, where countless Parademons swarmed towards the man like locusts.

The man wore a contemptuous smile as he easily tore through the Parademons' lines. His flight was both elegant and ferocious, each punch accompanied by the explosion of a sonic boom cloud.

boom! boom! boom!

The Parademons' bodies exploded one after another in mid-air.

Finally, the image freezes on the blond man floating in mid-air, holding a demon-like head in his hand.

"This guy... has the same strength as you, the same heat vision, and even their flight posture is extremely similar."

Godfrey stared at Superman's face, his tone tinged with suspicion.

"Lord Darkseid asked me to ask you..."

"Are you hiding something from our fellow Kryptonians?"

The golden eagle emblem on his chest, the star-spangled cape—he was certain this wasn't the Kryptonian attire he remembered.

But that power... without a doubt, it was the power of the Kryptonians.

"No," Superman coldly denied. "Krypton is destroyed. I am the last one."

"Then who is this guy?" Godfrey demanded. "Don't tell me he's the product of a genetic mutation in an Earthling."

"Bruce..." A name was softly uttered from Superman's mouth.

"You finally crossed that line."

In his view, the only explanation is that Batman, Bruce Wayne, secretly collected his genetic sample and created a clone.

"Principles?" Superman scoffed, his eyes flashing red. "As expected, your principles are worthless in the face of survival."

Where is he?

"According to the last message we received, his last known location was Kansas..." Godfrey glanced at the data, "...Smolville."

"Smowell..."

Upon hearing this name, a flicker of emotion suddenly appeared in Clark's otherwise emotionless eyes.

"Since he's there..."

"boom--!"

Clark's figure vanished from the throne in an instant.

……

In the past seven or eight hours, Azu has been working tirelessly to rescue countless refugees imprisoned in concentration camps.

Wherever she goes, Harley carries a camera to record every exciting moment.

Beside the fire pit in the Amazon rainforest, he vaporized countless Parademons with his thermal vision, then landed before the enslaved humans and personally removed their shackles.

Every movement, every glance, was meticulously designed.

"Do you have enough material, sweetheart?"

"That's enough! It's perfect!"

Harley excitedly checked the footage on the camera and gave Azu a thumbs up.

"I must say, Mr. Candy, your acting skills are so good that even those Hollywood Oscar winners aren't worthy of shining your shoes. Just now, in that concentration camp, the scene where you were holding that dirty little kid and crying... tsk tsk, I almost believed it myself."

"That was genuine emotion, Harley." Azu ruffled Harley's hair. "My love for the children is sincere."

"Yes, yes, you're the most sincere," Harley giggled. "Where do we go next?"

"Time to go smash that imposter's head in." Azu smirked.

……

Smallville, Kansas.

This place once boasted rolling golden wheat fields, the softest hometown in Superman's heart.

But now, all that remains is a scorched wasteland.

The houses at Kent Farm have long since collapsed, leaving only a few charred beams stubbornly pointing to the sky.

"This place looks really depressing."

Harley Quinn carried several cameras modified by Steel Bone and fixed them in several locations as requested by Azu.

"This is his home."

Azu kicked away a piece of mailbox fragment with the word "Kent" engraved on it with his toe.

"For that imposter, this is where it all began, and this is where it all ended. There's nothing more fitting than to hold his funeral here."

"Tsk tsk, so this is the hometown of that alien boy scout? No wonder he's mentally disturbed. I'd be depressed too if I were in that godforsaken place."

"Are you ready, little pumpkin?"

"Ready to go, sir!" Harley gave a clumsy salute, then pressed the communicator. "Mechanic, how's it going over there?"

Hundreds of kilometers away,

The steel frame is being connected to the global satellite network, and a massive amount of data is streaming down his face like a waterfall.

"I've bypassed Apokolips' firewall," Cyborg's voice came through the encrypted channel. "That wasn't easy; their encryption algorithm is based on the Mother Box code... The good news is, I'm a child of the Mother Box."

"I hijacked all the satellite signals, radio stations, and propaganda screens used by Parademons to brainwash people around the world."

"Signal coverage...99.99%."

"Now, the whole earth is your stage, Homelander."

Azu adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and paused for three seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, his deep blue eyes were filled with heartbreaking affection and a sense of vicissitude.

"Action!" Harley pressed the power button.

……

This moment.

Whether it's refugees hiding deep in the ruins, prisoners imprisoned in concentration camps awaiting reform, or resistance fighters holding guns and desperately guarding their trenches.

To their surprise, the screens that usually only showed Darkseid teachings and Superman executing prisoners suddenly flickered.

At the same time, a stirring, tragic, yet hopeful symphony resounded from countless radio stations and radios.

A montage sequence flashed quickly across the screen.

That's Azu's record over the past few hours.

He used his thermal vision to blast the energy core in front of the fire pit in the Amazon rainforest.

In a concentration camp in Paris, he tore open a massive electromagnetic door weighing tens of tons with his bare hands, and silently wept while holding a little girl covered in wounds.

He tore countless Parademons to shreds on the ruins of London, his Stars and Stripes cape fluttering in the smoke.

Every shot is precisely timed to the beat of the background music, combined with slow-motion close-ups, showcasing an unparalleled aesthetic of violence.

Finally, the image freezes.

The backdrop is the desolate, scorched earth of Smallville.

Ah Zu stands in the center of the frame, the wind gently blowing his golden hair. His eyes are melancholy yet firm as he stares directly into the camera, as if looking into the depths of everyone's soul.