Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

The moment the words were spoken, the entire country erupted in jubilation.

From New York to Los Angeles, from Chicago to Houston, from Seattle to Miami.

The patrons in the bar smashed their beer glasses on the bar counter and cheered loudly.

Students in the university dormitory were clapping enthusiastically at their phone screens.

Even drivers who were listening to the radio while driving on the highway couldn't help but honk their horns in celebration.

The whole of America was plunged into a near-frenzied celebration.

But the atmosphere inside the White House was completely the opposite of that outside.

The President's Office.

On that huge television screen, the arbitrator's face filled the entire frame.

The president's face turned ashen.

Admiral Mack's fingers were trembling as he gripped the armrest of the chair.

The self-proclaimed shrewd and calculating Attorney General didn't even reach out to adjust his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

They heard cheers outside.

Even through the thick walls and soundproof glass of the White House, the sound was still clearly audible.

"It's over..."

Mike's lips moved twice, and he squeezed out those two words.

He is not a fool.

The Arbiter has just won a multiverse war broadcast globally, single-handedly eliminating an enemy capable of destroying the Earth.

At this point, the arbitrator's status in the public's mind could no longer be summarized by the word "superhero".

He is the savior.

It is God.

All their previous schemes—smearing the Arbitrator, the Superhero Registration Act, and inciting the public to pay taxes—are no different from throwing eggs against a rock in the face of this prestige.

"How...how could he win! How could he possibly win!"

General Mike let out a roar that sounded inhuman. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a mad tiger as he overturned the desk in front of him.

At that moment, he finally knew the answer to the question he had asked earlier.

He would rather those damned aliens who invaded Earth won and destroyed the entire universe than see things end up like this.

After all, even if the universe is destroyed, countless people will be his scapegoats. Until the very last second before his death, he was still the high-ranking four-star general.

But now, he and everyone in the office are destined to become infamous names in history books.

They have been despised by the people for generations.

Everyone in the office was slumped in their seats, their faces ashen, and their foreheads covered in beads of cold sweat.

It’s over.

This idea, like a maggot clinging to a bone, grew wildly in the minds of each of them.

Their meticulously laid traps, their supposedly flawless plans, appear so laughable and so vulnerable in the face of absolute power and deeper scheming.

"Public relations! Quick! Contact the media! Conduct crisis public relations!"

The president finally regained some of his voice, pointing at his press secretary and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Just say... just say it was all part of our plan! We did this simply to unite these superheroes! Yes! That's it!"

He himself didn't believe these words.

But this is the only lifeline they can grasp right now.

However, before the press secretary, who was already terrified and at a loss, could make a move...

In the office, everyone's cell phone simultaneously emitted a series of rapid "ding-dong" sounds.

That was the notification sound for a news push.

With trembling hands, General Mike picked up the phone from the ground, its screen already cracked.

A headline from The Daily Bugle caught my eye.

[Shocking Scandal! Top-Secret White House Meeting Recordings Leaked, Revealing a Malicious Plot Against Superheroes!]

Clicking on the news reveals an incredibly clear audio recording, accompanied by a detailed transcript, made public.

"...This is a golden opportunity for us to diminish the reputation of this damned Arbiter!"

"...Let him voluntarily go on the show and urge the public to pay taxes!"

"...While his reputation is at its lowest point, I'm preparing to take the opportunity to introduce...the Superhero Registration Act!"

In the audio, each of their voices was clearly identifiable. Those despicable, malicious, and scheming words sounded like resounding slaps to their own faces.

"No...no..."

The Attorney General was slumped on the ground, his crotch soaked and emitting a foul odor.

Fear had destroyed his reason.

And this is just the beginning.

Just a few dozen seconds after the first news push was released, the second and third pushes followed in quick succession.

[Exclusive Video! Amidst National Crisis, White House Officials Host Orgy in Office!]

If the previous recordings only ruined their reputations...

This video will be the final nail that nails them to the pillar of historical shame.

The video footage was extremely disturbing.

Just as Peter was being scorned for calling for national unity to resist foreign enemies!

When superheroes are completely at odds over the registration bill.

The nation's highest leaders were in their White House offices, having a "victory celebration party" with a group of hot young men and women that had to be heavily censored before it could be shown.

Degenerate, depraved, shameless.

The public was outraged.

While heroes shed blood and sacrificed their lives on the front lines, these politicians who campaigned on making the country great again were drinking and having fun in the rear, engaging in all sorts of despicable acts!

This is no longer dereliction of duty.

This is the most blatant betrayal of the entire country and all its people!

The office was deathly silent.

"Who leaked it? Damn it, how dare they let this stuff get out?"

The president's eyes turned red!

He knew that now, everyone present was doomed, with no chance of ever turning things around!

General Mike stared blankly at the video, then suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

He noticed the camera angle of the video.

That angle... it was clearly taken from the position of his most trusted personal secretary, who had been with him for over a decade!

He turned his head sharply and realized that the female secretary had already left the office.

He wasn't the only one who noticed this problem; gradually, more and more politicians realized something was amiss by observing the angle of the photos.

These photos could only have been taken by someone they trusted most, someone who had the opportunity and the right angle to capture them!

The politicians were chilled by the discovery, frantically pulling out their phones to call those around them in order to get to the bottom of it.

But when the call connected, they were met with female voices they had never heard before.

Meanwhile, outside the White House, a group of men and women of different identities and appearances neatly removed their human skin masks, revealing exquisite and beautiful faces.

It was Antonia, the former Red House female agent, who led the team!

Now, they have a more elegant new code name—

Black Rose!

The group exchanged glances, then simultaneously brought the phone to their ears and spoke in slightly amused voices:

"Black Rose, please, my lords, prepare to die!"