Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

[A "homogeneous isotope" has been detected in the universe where the host is currently located.]

[System mechanism triggered: A "popularity binding" agreement can be established with this counterpart.]

Azu raised his eyebrows.

The system continues broadcasting.

[Agreement Description:]

[I. Upon successful binding, all "positive popularity points" gained by native Chinese citizens in this dimension will be seamlessly synchronized to the host account at a 100% rate.]

[II. The negative popularity (such as fear, disgust, and hatred) generated by native inhabitants in this dimension will be automatically absorbed by the host and will not have any effect on the host.]

[III. Even if the host leaves the current universe, as long as the counterpart survives, the popularity value synchronous collection mechanism will remain in effect permanently, unaffected by spatial or temporal distance.]

After hearing this, Azu's eyes lit up.

100% synchronization? And no side effects?

Can you keep getting freebies after you leave?

understood.

It's about letting the useless people of this world act as filters, bearing all the negative emotions themselves, while all the admiration and goodwill are drained dry by this extraterrestrial demon.

Should a "popularity-linked" mechanism be established?

Bind! Binding is mandatory!

Zero risk, high returns, you're a dog if you don't join!

[Command confirmed! Popularity binding established.]

[World Quest generated: Hero's Redemption.]

"Bind! We must bind immediately!" Azu made a decisive decision.

[Command confirmed.]

[Agreement established... Binding successful.]

[Congratulations, host! You have established a one-way popularity-based revenue link with "Homelander: John Gilman".]

Immediately afterwards, the system's voice sounded again, this time bringing a time-limited task.

[Limited-time world quest triggered: Rebuild the Golden Body.]

[Task Description: System assessment indicates that the current counterpart's mental state is extremely unstable, their actions are driven by destructive logic, and their public image is on the verge of collapse. To ensure a sustained and stable output of positive popularity points, the host must comprehensively modify the counterpart within thirty days.]

Mission Objective: Within thirty days, make Homelander John a true hero.

[Failure Penalty: If the target is not met by the deadline, the binding agreement will be automatically terminated.]

[Note: During the mission, the system will temporarily suspend the universe's rejection response to any new life forms from outside.]

Oh wow.

Thirty days to transform that giant baby and psychopath into a true hero?

This task sounds more complicated than crushing a planet with your bare hands.

Ah Zu knew better than anyone what kind of person that native of the motherland was.

That was a deformed product that was extremely deprived of love and was ruined by Walter.

He possesses divine power, yet has the self-control of a three-year-old child. When faced with setbacks, he either shoots lasers indiscriminately or releases stress through perverse sexual fetishes.

Expecting that good-for-nothing to be a hero? He'll only make a mess of things.

But the logic of the task is indeed impeccable.

Given the current state of the original homeland fans, it would be good enough if they didn't completely lose their popularity.

It's unrealistic to expect him to generate a constant stream of popularity; he'll have to put in some effort himself.

Moreover, the system also granted a 30-day exemption period for rejection, which means that Emilyka is not in immediate danger of death.

He has plenty of time to have a good time in this world.

Ah Zu raised his head and looked at the electronic screen again.

The news preview has ended.

The scene then shifts to the Oval Office of the White House.

John, wearing a crisp Stars and Stripes cape, is sitting upright facing the camera.

He wore that signature fake smile on his face.

Ah Zu looked at the image of himself on the screen and suddenly remembered something.

This seems to be the plot of the fifth season finale of the original TV series "The Boys"?

Azu's face darkened.

He vaguely remembered what happened next.

This idiot John, after reading a few lines of official jargon from the prompter, will complain that the dialogue is too weak.

Then he would go off-script and spew a bunch of arrogant and boastful nonsense at the live broadcast cameras across the United States.

If he does that, his popularity will definitely plummet.

"Don't even think about it," Azu snorted coldly.

boom!

Azu soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in Washington, D.C. from New York.

Azu hovered high in the air, his super vision quickly locking onto all the communication infrastructure around the White House.

The signal tower next to the Washington National Monument, the military relay station, and several large broadcast and television transmission towers on the outskirts of the District of Columbia.

Then, a red light appeared in his eyes.

……

at the same time.

The White House, the Oval Office.

Homelander John sat upright in front of the camera, his gaze sweeping over the teleprompter below the camera.

"My fellow Americans..."

The teleprompter scrolled slowly, and John began speaking softly to the camera: "Today, I sincerely invite you all to open your hearts and have faith in me."

"Those who accept my true identity will be welcomed in a land flowing with milk and honey," the native continued, "because I am yours..."

He read the script aloud with feigned kindness, following the instructions on the teleprompter.

But suddenly, his voice stopped.

"I am……"

"I am……"

The words "I am your father" stuck in my throat, and I just couldn't say them.

The kind smile on his face began to fade little by little.

In my mind, countless images flashed wildly like a revolving lantern.

He saw his son, Ryan.

The only bloodline he cared about looked at him with extreme disgust, then turned and walked toward that disgusting bug, Butcher.

He saw his father, a soldier boy.

The old bastard looked at him like he was trash and spit out a contemptuous "You're a damn loser."

And when he reached the pinnacle of his life, she chose to abandon him.

He remembered the cold laboratory from his childhood.

The researchers in white coats tortured him with electric drills and flames.

He recalled how, over the past few decades, he had laughed until his muscles spasmed in front of the camera in an attempt to please this group of foolish mortals.

He saves people from dire straits, playing the role of a perfect god according to the script written by Walter.

But the result?

People cursed him behind his back, feared him, and plotted against him.

They don't love him.

They never loved him.

Everything, in the end, converged in his heart into a cold truth: life is not worth living.

These ants are not worthy of a god like him.

John's eyes changed completely.

"No matter what I do," John said coldly, tossing aside the teleprompter, "some of you will never truly accept me..."

However, he had only just opened his mouth and hadn't yet had a chance to reveal his true feelings.

"Zzzzt—"

The monitor screen instantly turned into a static display.

"Oh, thank you! What's going on!" The on-site broadcast director's expression changed drastically, and he ripped off his headset.

John was interrupted. He stared in surprise at the blacked-out camera, his face turning ashen.