Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Azu ignored the shock of these mortals.

He frowned, quickly filtering the information he had just received into his mind.

Accountant, plumber, lawyer, homeless person, high school student, veteran.

More than three thousand life trajectories.

No source mentions "mutants" or "telepathy".

There are no mutant schools, and no rumors of X-Men.

These Charles Xaviers were just ordinary people.

The most unusual one was just a conman who made money by performing magic tricks in Las Vegas.

Did I come to the wrong universe?

Or perhaps, Charles in this universe was extremely cautious and used his powerful psychic abilities to alter everyone's memories, erasing all traces of his own abnormality within the official system?

The words on the document can deceive people, but a living person cannot be deceived.

Azu turned to look at Emily, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"I need to go and check it out myself." Azu gave her a reassuring smile. "You rest here for a while, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

Emily nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you here."

Ah Zu didn't waste any more words.

He vanished from the reception room in a flash, disappearing into the horizon through the window.

In the next ten minutes or so, sightings of unidentified flying objects (UFOs) were reported from almost every corner of the world.

Meanwhile, Azu was traversing four oceans and seven continents, personally investigating all the most suspicious targets in the data.

From New York to London, from Australia to Cape Town.

Ultimately, he confirmed a fact.

Damn it, I've really come to the wrong universe!

There are no mutants in this universe, and no Charles Xavier.

Emily's portal opened in a completely unrelated multiverse.

"Holy crap! This is fucking crazy."

Ah Zu cursed angrily, "So much time has been wasted!"

Since no one in this universe can solve Wanda's mental problems, there's no point in staying here any longer.

He decided to take Emilia to the next universe immediately.

He then changed direction in the air and flew towards Washington, D.C.

……

Meanwhile, on the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, D.C.

Yujiro Hanma, who was thrown hundreds of kilometers away by Azu like trash, did not die.

Using his inhuman, terrifying body, he adjusted his posture in mid-air and crashed into a forest.

Aside from being a bit disheveled, he wasn't seriously injured.

But he did not give up.

He is Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on Earth.

No one in this world could treat him with such contempt.

He ran as fast as he could along the same route.

When he returned to the White House, he found that the man was no longer there.

So he took Emilia and Toramp, who had been left in the reception room, to the spacious South Lawn of the White House.

Neither of them was restrained.

But under the terrifying intimidation of Yujiro Hanma, they stood frozen in place like field mice being targeted by a venomous snake, not daring to move a single finger.

Toramp's legs were shaking; if it weren't for the last shred of dignity he needed to maintain as Grand Commander, he would have already knelt on the ground.

Emilia was also pale.

Although she had seen all sorts of monsters in the multiverse, the sheer violence emanating from this muscular man still made her extremely uncomfortable.

A large number of Secret Service snipers, FBI agents, and reporters from major media outlets who rushed to the scene surrounded the South Lawn.

Countless infrared laser beams landed on Yujiro's chest and forehead.

The helicopter hovered at low altitude, the roar of its propellers deafening.

But no one at the scene dared to fire a shot, nor did anyone dare to take a step forward.

Everyone stayed with him, waiting quietly.

Yujiro stood casually on the lawn, his ferocious face showing no sign of anxiety.

He was waiting for the man draped in the Stars and Stripes to return.

Meanwhile, several unusual figures appeared on the rooftops and treetops of buildings surrounding the White House.

They are all at the pinnacle of the world's martial arts, following in the footsteps of Yujiro Hanma.

These martial artists, standing on high ground overlooking the scene on the White House lawn, were equally shaken.

Yujiro Hanma... He's actually waiting for someone?

This was the first time they had ever seen Yujiro so prepared, waiting for an unknown opponent.

What kind of person is he that deserves such attention from the strongest creature on Earth?

Just then, the clouds in the sky were torn apart by a violent force.

boom!

A figure in red and blue descended like a god, landing in the very center of the south lawn.

The moment Emily saw Azu appear, the terrifying pressure that had been weighing on Emily's heart seemed to vanish without a trace.

"You're back!"

Emilia let out a joyful shout and ran towards Azu.

Not far away, Yujiro Hanma frowned.

His original plan was to crush the girl in front of the man when he returned.

He wanted to use the most ruthless methods to provoke his opponent into showing their strongest side, so that they would engage in a life-or-death battle with him.

But the moment he saw Emilia run towards the man...

His body instincts, however, prevented Yujiro from making any further moves, forcing him to watch helplessly as Emilia safely nestled into Azu's arms.

Yujiro's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably a few times.

He was unhappy, extremely unhappy.

He was furious that his own body would actually back down in the face of another creature.

Azu patted Emily on the back and whispered a comforting word: "It's alright now."

Seeing that Emilia had run away unharmed, Toramp, who was standing nearby, also wanted to take the opportunity to run to Azu for protection.

He had just taken a step.

Yujiro, who was in a bad mood, rolled his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

That overwhelming killing intent, seemingly tangible, pierced straight into Toramp's brain.

Toramp's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the grass, unable to get up again.

After dealing with Toramp, Yujiro Hanma turned his attention back to Azu.

"You're finally back." Yujiro grinned. "That was a great move. I haven't felt this weightless feeling in a long time."

"Now, let's have a real fight."

Ah Zu stood there, expressionless.

He looked at the arrogant, muscular man in front of him with disdain.

What is his current status?

The head of the Vought Group, the savior of all mankind, the heavenly father who traverses the universe.

He felt it would be too dirty to fight such an ugly, muscular mutant.

Azu originally planned to cut him into pieces with a single heat vision strike to end this farce.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the dense array of cameras and fill lights surrounding the lawn.

Hundreds of reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, are pointing their lenses at this location.

Azu's mind immediately became active.

With so many media outlets present, this muscle-bound freak dared to brazenly block the entrance to the White House, and the surrounding military didn't dare utter a single word.

Is this guy some kind of famous person in this world?