Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

He turned and waved to the Ancient One and Wanda, who were standing outside the magic circle, as a final farewell.

Then, he took Emilia's hand tightly, stepped into the star-shaped portal, and walked in.

next moment.

Azu and Emily were standing on a bustling street.

Passersby hurried by, and no one even glanced at the two people who had appeared out of nowhere, as if they were just ordinary New York citizens.

"Have we come to the right place?" Emilia looked around, looking somewhat bewildered.

But the next second, her face turned deathly pale.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" Azu asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"No...something's not right..." Emilia's voice trembled. "This world...is rejecting me. This feeling is awful. I've been to countless multiverses before, and I've never encountered anything like this before."

As she spoke, she raised her hands in terror.

Azu's gaze sharpened.

Emily's fingertips twitched slightly.

That patch of skin gradually became transparent, and you could vaguely see what was underneath through her fingers.

And this blurring was gradually spreading to her palm.

"I have a very strong intuition." Emilia looked up, her face filled with anxiety, at Azu. "I must leave this universe before my body completely dissipates. Otherwise... I will disappear!!"

She grabbed Ah Zu's arm and urged, "We have to find this Charles you mentioned as soon as possible. But there are so many people here, how are we even starting?"

When Ah Zu saw this, his brows furrowed deeply.

To return to his own universe, he still needs to rely on Emily; once she disappears, he will be trapped here forever.

For him, it was simply a fresh start.

But he had invested a lot of effort and sunk costs in that universe, and he was reluctant to give it up unless absolutely necessary.

Azu then looked around.

My gaze finally fell on an open-air newsstand on the side of the street.

He strode over, and the newsstand owner, a drowsy, fat old man, was completely unaware of the strangely dressed Ah Zu approaching.

Ah Zu casually picked up a newspaper from the shelf.

The newspaper's front page headline featured a striking line in bold font: "A New Era Has Arrived! President Torrambour Officially Enters the White House Today!"

Below the title, a photo that takes up half the page shows a slightly chubby man with blond side-parted hair, a red tie, and a slightly pale complexion.

He was standing on the podium, waving his fist, his expression full of arrogance and confidence.

Ah Zu looked at the photo and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Looking for someone?" Azu tossed the newspaper back to the stall, turned to Emily, and said, "The simplest way, of course, is to go through the most powerful person in this country; that would save the most time."

He casually tossed the newspaper back onto the stall and turned to walk back to Emily.

Hold on to me.

Azu put his arm around Emily's waist.

boom!

Then, Azu, carrying Emily, took off and soared into the sky, flying straight towards the White House in Washington, D.C.

……

Washington, D.C., the White House.

The newly appointed President Torramb was striding aggressively down the corridor leading to the reception room.

But his face was redder than his tie at that moment.

There were no followers.

There was no chief of staff, no secretary of state, and not even the Secret Service bodyguards responsible for his personal protection. They ignored his orders and dared not go with him to see that person.

The reason was that he was now going to the reception room to resolve a problem that he considered utterly absurd.

Just half an hour earlier, during the power transition in the Oval Office, former President Ozma told him a hidden rule.

Every U.S. president, on the day of their inauguration, must secretly meet with a man named Yujiro Hanma.

Furthermore, the president must place his hand on the Bible and swear an oath to this man, representing the United States of America, to sign an "inviolable treaty of friendship."

A country, and the most powerful superpower in the world.

To sign a non-aggression pact with a lone human being?

When Ozma recounted this, his tone even carried a sense of awe and self-assurance.

Toramp was immediately enraged, feeling as if he had heard a fairy tale.

Unbelievable! A complete disgrace!

He is the President of the United States, the leader of the free world, and controls the world's most powerful economy and a nuclear arsenal capable of destroying the earth ten times over.

Now, the former president is actually making him bow down to a human being? And even swear an oath to him with his hand on the Bible?

Even before he arrived, his chief of staff had advised him that Yujiro Hanma was not only a human, but was also known as the "strongest creature on earth".

He was able to destroy a heavy armored division of the US military with his bare hands, his speed exceeded that of a bullet, and his muscle strength was enough to withstand missiles.

The military had assessed that the only way to defeat him was to use a high-yield nuclear weapon to destroy him.

"Fake news! Utterly fake news!" Toramp muttered to himself. "This is all lies fabricated by those incompetent military commanders to cover up their failures! One man against an army? Is this a Hollywood movie? This is the real world!"

If this gets out, America's international prestige will be completely destroyed.

His new leadership will become a laughing stock worldwide.

He absolutely refuses!

The great United States will never bow to any individual.

He, Torramp, was even less likely to kowtow and swear an oath to a so-called "martial artist" on the first day of his term.

This is a trampling on the national dignity of the United States.

Toramp stopped and stood in front of the wooden door of the reception room.

He straightened the buttons on his suit jacket, his chest held high.

Those cowards didn't dare to come over, so he went in alone.

He didn't care what kind of freak this guy named Yujiro Hanma was, nor did he care how much those useless people at the Pentagon feared this man.

This is America! This is the White House! He is the one in power here!

He wants to end this shame, which has persisted through several administrations, today, in his hands.

Make America Great Again!

Toramp took a deep breath, forcefully pushed open the reception room door, and prepared to unleash a torrent of abuse.

But the moment the door opened, just seeing a silhouette made his brain freeze.

What kind of body was that?

Unbelievably broad shoulders, and a muscular, V-shaped back.

The muscles twisted and knotted, forming a hideous face on his back that looked like a wailing demon.

He boasted that he had seen countless storms in the world, but the moment he saw that figure from behind, all his so-called power, status, and wealth turned to dust.

He finally understood what "the battle itself" meant, and what "an invincible creature" meant.

What stands there is not a person, but a prehistoric behemoth draped in human skin, a walking totem of violence.