Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Settlement complete."

"Congratulations, host! Your popularity level in the Earth region has increased to: Unparalleled in the World!"

"Ability Enhancement: Super Strength (120000 tons in normal state)!"

"Ability Enhancement: Super Speed ​​(Mach 4000 limit speed)!"

"Ability Enhancement: Thermal Vision (188000℃ Focused State)!"

"Ability Enhancement: Steel Body (Eternal Star MAX)!"

"Ability Enhancement: Super Vision (Weakness Detection)!"

"Weakness Detection: Your super senses have evolved to the conceptual level. You can visually see the structural weaknesses of any target (biological, mechanical, or even energy-based). Mark these weaknesses, and attack the marked points to deal 30% true damage, with a damage amplification of 500%."

"Gained new skill: Execution!"

"Skill Description: When the target's weakness mark is attacked, if the target's health is below 30%, it will automatically fall into the execution threshold and trigger the execution mechanism, ignoring defense and rules, and will be executed directly. (Note: When this skill is activated, the host will be in an invincible state.)"

"Invincibility frames? Execution?"

Ah Zu almost burst out laughing.

Is this system trying to make him even more twisted than he is?

Imagine this: you instantly see through your opponent's weakness, then deliver a punch. If they're not completely dead, you forcefully trigger an execution animation, tearing them in half, all while remaining invincible...

"This skill is practically made for showing off!" Azu was very satisfied.

"alright."

Ah Zu said something on the communication channel.

"The remaining cleanup is your responsibility. Bruce, you're in charge of forming a provisional government. Cyborg, restore global communications. Ms. Mera, have your people help clean up the streets."

I'll be leaving for a bit.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, his voice slightly wary.

"Go pick up my little pumpkin."

Azu hadn't forgotten that there was a crazy woman waiting for him at Kent Farm.

Of course, he was more interested in the superhuman body.

In the lore, Superman is the first child born naturally on Krypton in hundreds of years, breaking the tradition of genetic customization and having Krypton's Codex of Life injected into his body. It records the genetic code of all Kryptonians.

If we can crack the secret, we might find a way to become stronger by sunbathing.

Thinking this, Azu slightly bent his knees and disappeared into the horizon.

……

Smallville, Kent Farm.

The sandstorms continue.

Harley Quinn sat listlessly on Superman's corpse. She dipped her finger in the blood from Superman's chest and drew a comical face on his body.

"Look at you, big guy." Harley patted Superman's face. "You look much better this way. If you had dressed like this earlier, I might have considered letting you join my circus."

"Hey, big guy, can't you give me any response? Even just a fart would do."

The corpse, of course, did not respond to her.

"How boring..."

"Why isn't the world saved yet...?"

"...I'm starving."

At this time.

"Beep beep beep beep—"

A cheerful yet eerie electronic music drifted from the distant highway.

Harley looked up and squinted.

A small truck covered in colorful graffiti, looking like it belonged to a circus, was seen bouncing and hopping towards the ruins.

There was even a huge spring-loaded clown head mounted on the roof, which swayed back and forth as the vehicle bumped along.

"Oh, shit..."

Harley's smile vanished as she jumped off the corpse and gripped the baseball bat tightly in her hand.

The comical little truck stopped a dozen meters away from her.

The car door was kicked open.

A pair of gleaming pointed leather shoes stepped onto the ashes-covered ground.

Immediately afterwards, the man wearing a long purple tailcoat and with shiny green hair came down.

Hello, honey!

The clown opened his arms as if to embrace a long-lost lover.

"Looks like you've found yourself a new toy?"

His gaze swept over the Superman corpse beneath Harley's bottom, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Get out of here, Jack!" Harley's voice was filled with physical disgust. "You're not welcome here!"

"Not welcome?"

The clown exaggeratedly clutched his chest, making a heartbroken expression.

"Oh, Harry, my little Harry. You've broken Pudding's heart. I've come all this way to take you home."

He approached step by step, swinging the gun in his hand casually.

"No."

Harley sat on Superman's corpse without moving an inch.

"I'll wait for my Mr. Candy here."

The clown's smile froze for a moment.

"Mr. Milk Candy?"

An exaggerated question mark light illuminated on the truck.

"You mean that blond Boy Scout?"

"Don't be silly, Harley. He's off enjoying the cheers of those stupid humans; he doesn't care about you at all."

"Now, it's just us. You, me, and this Subaman."

"Shut up, Jack! He's a million times better than you." Harley rolled her eyes. "And his ass is way more shapely than yours."

"Ha! Harley, when did your taste become so tacky?" The Joker chuckled coldly, his finger on the trigger. "Looks like you need a little correction."

"Get in the car, now."

"Bang—!!!"

A loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky, crushing the clown's brightly colored pickup truck into a flat, flat disc.

The clown was blown back several steps by the blast wave and had to raise his hand to shield himself from the sand.

When he lowered his hand.

A figure was already standing in front of Harley.

A red and blue uniform, golden hair, and those blue eyes that seemed to look at trash.

"Are you looking for me?"

Azu put his arm around Harley's waist and smiled as he looked at the Joker.

The clown looked at the truck that had been turned into scrap metal, then at Azu, and his expression instantly switched to exaggerated surprise.

"Wow! Look who's here! The great hero! The savior!"

The clown casually tossed the gun aside, raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender.

This wasn't in his plans, but he wasn't worried; he always had new plans.

"Weren't you off saving the world? Why are you back so soon? I thought you'd be busy signing autographs for your fans."

"It's all done." Azu shrugged. "Those alien scum were too weak to fight back. We cleared them out faster than I expected."

"Besides, I'm a professional hero, and efficiency is key."

"Uh..." The clown's smile froze for a second, then became even more exaggerated, "Hahaha! Funny! So funny!"

"Alright, alright. Looks like I'm under arrest? Is that it? I'm already starting to miss Arkham."

Ah Zu seemed to have heard something funny and turned to look at Harley.

"Honey, he thinks this is the Gotham Police Department."