Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Hearing the door open, Yujiro Hanma slowly turned his head.

He glanced back at Toramp.

What kind of eyes were those? They held no trace of human pity or awe.

Being stared at by those eyes, Toramp felt like a fat rabbit that had wandered into the territory of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

All the blood rushed to my heart in an instant, and my hands and feet felt ice-cold.

Yujiro Hanma turned around and walked step by step toward Toramp.

The invisible pressure, like a tangible gravity, made Toramp's knees buckle.

Yujiro walked up to Donald and stopped.

His imposing figure looked down at the new president.

"Everything can be solved in three minutes."

A simple sentence, yet it seemed to contain an overwhelming sense of malevolence.

Toramp felt like he was having trouble even breathing.

He had rehearsed his speech countless times in his mind, but now he couldn't utter a single syllable.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and a warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg, leaving a conspicuous puddle on the ground.

This president, who had just vowed in his heart to make the great nation great again, compromised.

In the face of this monster, all the dignity of America and the pride of a superpower became a joke! All he wanted now was to survive.

He reached shakily into his robes, trying to pull out the Bible.

He wanted to swear an oath to end this terrible nightmare as soon as possible.

Just as he touched the Bible.

boom!

The loud noise tore through the frozen air.

The entire bulletproof glass wall shattered inwards, and shards of glass scattered outwards like shotgun pellets.

A strong wind rushed into the room.

Toramp was thrown to the ground by the blast wave and covered his head with his hands.

Yujiro stood rooted to the spot, letting the shards of glass pound against his muscles with dull thuds.

The dust has settled.

Azu casually stood amidst the mess, one arm around Emilia's waist.

But the next moment, he frowned and twitched his nose twice.

"Shit, what's that smell?" Azu waved his hand dismissively, his gaze sweeping across the room.

His gaze finally fell on Toramp, who was slumped on the ground, having urinated all over the place.

"You're the president of this country, right?"

Toramp stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing Azu.

Ah Zu curled his lip and cursed inwardly.

What on earth is going on with this damn universe?

How can someone who can't even take care of himself become president?

That kind of mentality wouldn't even qualify someone to clean toilets at the Wotter Group.

Emilia, standing to the side, also looked embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red.

Looking at the water stains on the ground, she couldn't help but recall the scene when she first met Ah Zu.

That day, high in the sky above New York, facing extreme fear of death, she did the same shameful thing.

A strong sense of shame welled up inside her, and she instinctively shrank closer to Ah Zu.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question." Azu raised his voice, "Are you the president of this country?"

He was thinking to himself that if the old man was not only unable to take care of himself, but also had mental problems, then he would just take him to the highest military command center and force them to work using thermal imaging.

Toramp jolted awake, finally snapping out of his daze.

The gaze gradually focused on Azu.

That dark blue, tight-fitting suit that resembled Superman's, and that Stars and Stripes cape that fluttered in the wind.

Stars and stripes? !

Toramp's eyes widened instantly.

This is the symbol of the beacon of light!

This superhero who appeared out of nowhere was wearing a uniform representing the United States!

A strange sense of ecstasy welled up in Toramp's heart.

The fear in his heart dissipated most of its intensity at that moment.

Then, using both hands and feet, he scrambled and crawled over the broken glass scattered on the ground and hid behind Ah Zu.

"It's me! It's me!" Toramp shouted, gripping the edge of Azu's cloak tightly. "Protect me!"

A hint of disgust flashed in Azu's eyes.

He unceremoniously snatched the cloak from Toramp's grasp and created distance.

"Alright, that's fine with me." Azu patted his cloak, which looked like it had been touched by something dirty, and said casually, "I need your help with something. In return, I can solve a problem for you."

Before Toramp could even open his mouth to agree, Yujiro spoke up from behind.

"This smell..." Yujiro's eyes were fixed on Azu's back. "When did some terrible beast sneak into this city?"

Emilia heard the sound and turned to look.

When she saw Yujiro's exaggeratedly anatomically unnatural muscles and his violent face, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively shrank back against Azu.

But when her gaze returned to Azu's broad shoulders, that overwhelming sense of security enveloped her once again.

Azu looked in the direction of the sound and glanced at Yujiro with indifferent eyes.

Red hair, muscles piled up like rocks, and that arrogant expression that made him think he was invincible.

"Listen, Mr. Bodybuilder," Azu said calmly, pointing towards the door, "I have something urgent to attend to. Go to the gym for two hours and come back. Also, take less systolic. That stuff is ugly and useless."

Hearing these casual words, Toramp, who was hiding behind Azu, gasped in horror.

That's Yujiro Hanma! The "strongest creature on earth" who strikes fear into the hearts of the entire Pentagon!

This guy in the cape actually called him Mr. Bodybuilder? And even invited him to the gym?

Toramp's heart leaped into his throat.

He thought the man was insane, didn't he know what kind of monster he was facing?!

However, Yujiro did not fly into a rage as Toramp had anticipated.

Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, then quickly widened into a chilling, maniacal laugh.

"Hehe...hehehehehehe!"

His eyes blazed with an unprecedented fervor as he looked at Azu.

Yujiro's physical functions are extraordinary; the level of male hormones secreted in his body has reached an unbelievable concentration.

This led him to perceive 99.999% of the people in the world as merely weak females.

But now, things have changed.

His intuition, every single cell in his body, was frantically sending him a message.

The blond man standing in front of him was a completely "male".

A fellow being with destructive power.

"On this boring planet full of weak herbivores, only when I'm facing someone like you can I find a little bit of the fun of being a 'predator'."

Yujiro slowly raised his right hand and extended a clenched fist towards Azu.

"Come on, let me see what you're made of."