Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"My compatriots..."

Azu's voice rang out.

There was no noise, no interference. The sound reached everyone's ears clearly, and the warm voice seemed to possess a soothing magic.

"...You are suffering."

"I know you have lost your loved ones, your homes, and your dignity as human beings."

"I know you are hiding in the darkness, afraid to make a sound. I know you are looking at the sky, your eyes no longer filled with hope, but only with fear."

"I also know that you once trusted someone."

"A god from the stars, a savior in a red cloak."

"But he betrayed you."

"He turned this beautiful planet into hell, he enslaved you, he stole your freedom, he stole your smiles."

In the underground shelter, a ragged mother tightly hugged her child, staring at her cracked phone screen, tears silently streaming down her face.

"I am a citizen of my homeland."

"I also come from the stars, but I am different from him." Azu placed his hand on his chest. "I have the same blood as you."

Then, he slightly raised his eyes and began to recall that non-existent past.

"...Like you, I was originally an ordinary Earthling."

"When I was a child, a group of aliens from deep space took me away."

"To turn me into the 'perfect superweapon' they wanted, they isolated me, brainwashed me, threw me into an incinerator, and took pleasure in watching me suffer."

"They want to turn me into a weapon to invade the earth."

Ah Zu clenched his fists, his muscles bulging beneath his tight-fitting clothes.

"But I did not give in, because no amount of spiritual pollution could change my love for my hometown."

"I broke out of the lab, wandered the universe, and fought against all sorts of alien tyrants."

"But I have never forgotten this place."

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of charred soil, and gently rubbed it.

"This is my home."

"Even thousands of light-years away, I can smell the earth in my dreams."

Azu stood up, letting the dust in his hands drift away in the wind.

"Until recently... I heard crying on the other side of the starry sky."

"That was the cry of a mother losing her child, the roar of a soldier before his death, the groan of a world on the verge of collapse."

"And when I finally returned..."

A thin mist rose in his eyes, and tears slowly slid down his cheek.

"...I saw my compatriots being slaughtered like livestock, and I saw once prosperous cities turned into ruins."

"I once thought I had become a monster in the universe."

"But now I understand..."

"All the suffering I've endured, all the torment I've suffered... was for this moment!"

"So that I may regain my power and return to protect you!!"

"I am a Homelander!"

"But I am also... your son, your brother, your family!"

Azu suddenly swung his arm, his sadness replaced by rage.

He pointed at the camera, his voice booming like thunder.

"Superman—!!!"

"You hypocritical coward, you filthy alien scum!"

"You have failed this land that nurtured you!!"

"Today, I am a citizen of my motherland."

"Represents every dead human being, represents every free will that is still breathing."

"I will bury you!! Right where you grew up!!"

These words resonated like a thunderclap around the world.

In this oppressive world, no one has ever dared to insult him so openly.

This is a declaration of war.

……

South America, a hidden underground bunker for rebels.

A group of ragged soldiers gathered around the radio, listening to the stirring voice, and their previously numb faces gradually regained color.

"His cursing was fucking awesome!" an old soldier spat. "That's what a man should say!"

"Who is he?" a young soldier asked. "How dare he..."

"He's a Homelander." The veteran wiped his gun, a glint in his eyes. "I've heard rumors about him. My brothers in Europe told me that he single-handedly wiped out an entire alien army last night."

……

Back to the live broadcast.

Azu's speech reached its climax.

"My fellow countrymen! Fighters who are resisting from the shadows!"

"Never put down your guns! Never extinguish the fire in your eyes!"

"I stand here to tell you! To tell the entire universe!"

"The Earth belongs to humanity!"

"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on our homeland, we will slaughter them all! Leave no one alive!!"

"Humanity—Never to be slaves!!"

Azu raised his fist and let out a final roar towards the sky.

that moment.

Around the world, in countless corners.

Those survivors who had originally intended to save their last bullet for themselves trembled as they lowered their guns.

Those who had long been numb with despair gripped their weapons once more.

Hope spreads like wildfire across the barren grasslands.

"For humanity!!"

Someone roared angrily amidst the ruins.

"Homelander!! Slaughter those alien bastards!!"

"We still have Homelanders!!"

Countless voices converged, and though separated by thousands of miles, at this moment, the will of humanity was ignited once again.

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……

The numbers on the system panel were jumping wildly, and the string of zeros made Azu overjoyed.

He had thought that the profits would be greatly affected because the preparation time was too short.

But he underestimated the passion of people in despair, who can be ignited by even the smallest glimmer of light.

In an abandoned amusement park.

A man wearing a tattered purple suit and with slicked-back green hair was sitting on a pile of barrels of explosives, playing with a playing card—Joker.

He stared intently at a small television set in front of him, where the father of the nation was giving a passionate speech.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"He acted really well. His acting skills are even better than Harvey's back then."

He wasn't moved like the others. As the embodiment of chaos, he saw through the man's eyes at a glance, sensing something deep within them.

"...Humans will never be slaves!!!"

Hearing the roar coming from the screen, the clown's pale face, painted with cheap paint, slowly stretched into an extremely exaggerated and twisted smile.

"Oh...hehe...hehehahahaha!"

He leaned close to the television screen and gently scraped Ah Zu's face on the screen with the tip of a knife.

"What beautiful lines...what a perfect hero."

"How many idiots actually believed it? How many fools shed tears for him?"

"You don't care whether these bugs live or die, do you, you blondie in the Stars and Stripes?"

The clown turned around and drew a big smiley face on the old blackboard with red chalk, then drew a little man wearing a cape next to the smiley face.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll help you find your true self..."

"Hahahaha—!!!"

The clown danced and sang in the amusement park; after all, there's no better toy than a hypocrite who cares about his image.