Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Igor gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"All of Krypton's science and technology, as well as its gene pool data, have now been extracted into my brain. I can rebuild them anywhere."

"But... this radioactive element, unique to Krypton, is something I've never seen in my long cosmic journey, in all the countless planets I've visited. It seems to exist only under the specific rules of this universe."

Ah Zu understood.

Kryptonite is a unique product of the DC Universe; it doesn't exist in the Marvel Universe.

"It seems we'll have to scavenge more local specialties from around the world."

Azu had already begun planning his next move.

Superman did destroy most of the publicly available Kryptonite in order to establish his totalitarian regime. But the world is full of clever people who are good at hiding their true nature.

Bruce Wayne's bunker must be out of supplies, otherwise he wouldn't have been forced to rely on the Joker.

So, on this ravaged Earth, the only person who might still possess a large amount of kryptonite...

Only that bald guy.

Lex Luther.

Even if he dies, he will definitely leave behind a trump card to guard against Superman in some unknown place.

Thinking of this, Azu looked at Igor.

"You now possess Superman's memories. Find out where that bald guy named Lex Luthor is now."

Ego closed his eyes and quickly searched for the name in Clark's memory bank.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his tone tinged with mockery.

"Master, this man named Lex Luthor is dead."

"Dead?" Azu raised an eyebrow. "How did he die?"

"Killed by the original owner of this body." Ego recounted the memory expressionlessly. "When Darkseid's vanguard arrived, Luthor contacted Apokolips. In exchange for his own survival and power, he betrayed the intelligence."

"He told Darkseid that Superman's fatal weakness wasn't Kryptonite, but that Earth woman named Lois Lane. Darkseid used this information to break into the Batcave, kill the woman, and thus cause Superman's mental breakdown."

"When Superman learned that it was Luthor who had betrayed him, he didn't even give Luthor a chance to argue and burned him to ashes with his heat vision."

Upon hearing this ending, Azu couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Ha... Just as I expected. Courting death is in Lex Luthor's nature. This guy has been smart his whole life, but he underestimated the rage of a Kryptonian who has lost his mind."

In this apocalyptic world, the villains always meet such a swift and decisive end.

"However, whether he lives or dies is not important. What is important is his legacy."

In short, let's go back to the Metropolitan Area first.

Thinking about it, Azu's gaze fell once again on the face of the Kryptonian son.

"Listen up, Igor," Azu instructed. "This face, this uniform, will attract too many screams and unnecessary trouble in this world. I don't have time to deal with those stupid stress reactions."

"Therefore, without my explicit permission, you absolutely must not appear in front of anyone dressed as an alien scout. Understand?"

The towering Kryptonian body leaned forward slightly, bowing its head in a gesture of absolute submission. "Your will is my standard, Master. I will remain hidden in the shadows until you need the power of this body."

"Very good." Azu nodded in satisfaction. "To distinguish it, I will give this body a new code name, let's call it... Supergo."

"When I call you 'Igor,' you'll still appear in your original blue brain form. Only when I call you 'Supergo' can you use this superhuman body to get things done. Got it?"

"Igor represents wisdom and creation, while Supergor represents power and destruction. I fully understand, Master."

Azu nodded in satisfaction. With a flick of his wrist, the Master Ball landed in his palm.

"Come back, Igor."

Pressing the button caused Chao Ge to transform into a stream of red particles, which were then absorbed into the sphere.

Azu tossed the Master Ball and put it back in his magic pocket.

After taking one last look at the alien-style base of Lonely Fortress, I left.

With his legs slightly bent, he headed towards the shelter and disappeared into the snowstorm.

……

When we returned to the shelter, it was still dark.

Azu walked through the corridor covered with a thick cashmere carpet and pushed open the heavy wooden door to the bedroom.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of expensive fragrance, and the dim yellow wall lamps cast ambiguous shadows.

Harley Quinn was sprawled out on the huge, round, soft bed.

She had already kicked the blanket onto the carpet, revealing her fair skin covered with hickeys and old scars.

She was still fast asleep, a trace of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, and she was snoring softly.

Ah Zu stood by the bed, looking down at the crazed woman.

The system interface silently appeared in my mind, and a string of dazzling numbers was flashing.

Current special popularity score: 312505!

Azu's gaze swept over the densely packed income records.

Batman, Cyborg, The Flash, Mera... these core characters of this universe have all contributed significantly.

But if you were to create a pie chart of the data, the vast majority of it would undoubtedly belong to the snoring, crazy woman in bed.

"Harley Quinn..."

Ah Zu's gaze towards Harley softened considerably, much like the doting look a business owner gives a top salesperson.

If you give her even the slightest provocation, this woman's emotions will erupt like a volcano, continuously providing him with high-quality special popularity points.

But along with this relief, a trace of regret also crept into Azu's heart.

He did some calculations on his own.

There are less than two and a half days left until the end of this "Earth-1 7-Day Luxury Tour".

Once his time runs out, he will be forcibly transported back to the Marvel Universe. And Harley Quinn, who is practically an ATM, will remain in this wasteland forever.

"Tsk, what a waste." Azu shook his head regretfully. "The system doesn't even offer an option to bring living people through the universe."

"Anyway, let's have a couple of rounds first..." Ah Zu returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down, looking at the huge sum of more than 300,000 yuan, and chuckled.

"...Maybe there'll be a surprise."

"...System, activate the Superhero Blind Box."

"Confirm consumption of 100000 special popularity points for advanced draw?" the system's voice announced.

"Draw twice in a row, then open it directly." Azu said without hesitation.

"Deducting 200000 special popularity points, the draw begins..."

Familiar music, familiar special effects...

"Congratulations, host! You have obtained the rare item: [Loki Mask]!"