Why is his holy light red?

With just a casual refresh, Mercury saw many videos about himself.

After all, it was the appearance of the Holy Light Angel that first made it to the trending searches, and Mercury also became known to the internet as a result.

At that time, however, others only thought of him as a misguided teenager who was caught by the Holy Angels selling contraband in a bar.

But then things changed.

Mercury unleashed his superpowers in the street, first crippling a federal agent, then giving the neighborhood hero, the Radiant One, a sound beating.

Most of the videos are from the perspective of passersby, and are probably shot with a mobile phone, so they are not very clear.

The two fought at extremely high speeds, so most of the time they were just blurry shadows.

But Mercury's red holy light was so dazzling that the renowned hero, the Lightbringer, was completely overwhelmed by it.

Such an exciting battle of superpowers naturally generates a lot of buzz.

Combined with the previous trending topics, Mercury's identity was naturally completely exposed.

The son of a famous journalist was discovered by the Holy Light Angels for selling contraband, and subsequently assaulted people and resisted arrest on the street.

What happened in between?

Mercury doesn't even need to come out and explain himself; netizens have already started to create a whole new world, imagining the process of Mercury's "fall" into depravity, making it as convoluted and bizarre as a drama.

Many online celebrities also took the opportunity to ride the wave of popularity, either by offering sharp commentary or by claiming to know Mercury, and began to fabricate all sorts of lies.

For a time, Mercury's name was firmly stuck at the top of the trending search list, even overshadowing the news that a certain country's prime minister had been shot dead in the street with a homemade shotgun.

Mercury clenched his fists as he watched these highly popular videos spreading rumors.

Upon seeing this, Hei Dan quickly comforted him, saying, "Brother, don't be angry. There are all sorts of scoundrels online."

Mercury shook his head and said, "I'm not angry about these rumors."

Black Egg asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

"What infuriates me is that this is all my trending topics! This is my traffic! This is my money!" Mercury's eyes twitched, his heart aching beyond measure. "Millions of clicks, all of which these bastards pocketed for free!"

Mercury was seething with hatred as he watched those livestreamers making money using his name.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mercury simply made a phone call to Robert the Iron Titan.

The call was quickly answered, and Robert's voice came through: "Weren't you at the shelter? Where did you get this call from?"

"The warden here has given me special treatment, all thanks to Mr. Robert," Mercury said in a bureaucratic tone without any hesitation.

To be honest, these things were something he had to fight for himself, and Robert wasn't really involved, but Mercury was still grateful for the call.

The two were complete strangers, and Robert didn't have much of a relationship with the reporter, Al either. He only thought of helping Mercury because of the Angel of Light.

As a result, Mercury turned around and crippled a federal agent, which caused a huge uproar.

In this situation, instead of cutting ties directly, Robert risked being implicated by making phone calls to curry favor, which put him under direct pressure from the federal government.

For a superhero who has come forward under his real name, the federal government has plenty of ways to make things difficult for him.

In this world where even superheroes end up homeless, everything is driven by profit and calculation. It's already quite generous of Robert to offer money and a favor; it's unrealistic to expect Robert to drive his mech right to the president's office and force him to sign a pardon.

Mercury grew up in the city of Auriga and knew very well that no one would revolve around you every day and be unconditionally kind to you.

Ultimately, he's not his biological father, so he has no obligation to do so.

Robert couldn't understand Mercury's thoughts over the phone, so he could only comfort him by saying, "Then you should stay put and talk to Eileen if anything happens."

"No, I'm not here to ask you for a favor. Please look at the current trending topics." Mercury's tone was extremely serious. "I feel I must clear my name."

A soft sigh came from the other end of the phone: "With all the commotion you've caused, there's bound to be a lot of rumors flying around online. Don't worry about it. Once your lawsuit is over, you'll be cleared of all charges."

"By then, it'll be too late! The hype will have died down!" Mercury immediately retorted, trying to make his point. "I read a story about someone who bought a hamburger at a fast-food restaurant, only to be falsely accused of eating two and paying for just one. Passersby gathered and accused him, and to prove his innocence, the man cut open his own stomach. But by the time he pulled out his intestines, the onlookers had already left. I can't wait until everyone's gone to prove my innocence!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

After a full five seconds, Robert's exasperated voice rang out again: "If you want to ride on my coattails, just say so. Besides, while your story is good, could you at least make it a little more logical? Fast food restaurants always require you to pay before you pick up your food."

Mercury was somewhat embarrassed, having been so focused on replicating the story from his previous life that he had forgotten to adapt it to the local context.

But why would a billionaire know so much about fast food restaurants? He should have an "let them eat cake" attitude.

However, Mercury didn't mind being exposed. If you want to make money, you shouldn't be afraid to ride the wave of popularity.

Moreover, all of this is his popularity!

Everyone else is openly taking advantage of it, how can he just let it slip by?

Therefore, he bluntly told Robert, "Didn't you say you'd help me become an internet celebrity? I can't miss this opportunity."

Robert, who was thousands of miles away, was feeling a bit of a headache. He regretted agreeing to help.

That wasn't the original plan. He intended to contact the Hero Association and arrange for Mercury to become a neighborhood hero.

Let him gradually understand the meaning of heroism while fighting crime.

If necessary, help him promote his business, increase his fame, and find him some endorsements.

Making money is secondary; the real goal is to make him a superhero.

But Robert didn't expect Mercury to cause such a commotion.

In full view of everyone, he crippled a federal agent. If Robert hadn't intervened in time, Mercury probably would have beaten even the psychic.

No wonder the Holy Light Angel was worried that he would go astray; this child's superpowers are too strong.

Seeing the power of that red holy light, Robert was worried that his mech might be torn apart by the light with his bare hands.

If this kid were truly on the opposite side, probably few superheroes could rival him.

Now that Mercury is trying to ride on his coattails, Robert is having an even bigger headache. This young man clearly has unstable emotions, and the internet is full of negative comments about him. What would happen if he went online and argued with people?

Mercury might just sneak over via the internet cable.

Robert asked, "What are you planning to do? You're in jail right now. If you dare to post a video, you'll be causing trouble for the warden."

"Then let's keep it anonymous!" Mercury replied fluently. "I'll first anonymously expose the truth, build up the account and attract traffic, and clarify the facts. After the lawsuit is over, I'll naturally take over, a perfect closed loop."

Robert sighed inwardly. Mercury was still just a child. Who cared about the truth on the internet?

Insults, comparisons, rumors, misrepresentation, malicious editing... these are the basic skills of the internet. If Mercury wanted to clarify any truth, he would definitely suffer extremely severe cyberbullying.

Countless acts of malice will come crashing down, and it's uncertain whether this child can withstand them.

Robert felt a pang of emotion, but then suddenly realized that it might not be a bad idea.

Which superhero doesn't get criticized? Even the Holy Angel has its own group of haters.

Without a firm will, one will inevitably turn to the dark side sooner or later.

Robert thought for a moment, then told Mercury, "I'll connect you with a talent agency; professionals will manage this account for you. Is communication convenient for you? When can you use the phone?"

"Anytime is fine," Mercury said.

Robert remarked, "Eileen is really good to you. Okay, I'll let you know when I get back to you."

Just as he was about to hang up, Mercury asked again, "What about the profit sharing?"

Robert was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding: "What did you say?"

"Revenue sharing: This account definitely generates revenue, how will it be shared?"

"You talk to your agent yourself; I don't need your share of the profits."

After saying that, Robert hung up the phone.

Looking at the black screen, Mo Qiu clenched his fist tightly, wishing that one day he could say such domineering words!

Excitedly scrolling through videos on his high-tech phone, Mercury's eyes gradually became hazy, as if the likes and comments on those trending videos were his traffic, and he was then lost in a dream of money flying everywhere.

Black Egg, who had been squatting to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Robert the Iron Titan! A billionaire and top-tier hero!

My new roommate can actually talk to the other person like he's haggling over a price at a market.

"Big Brother!" Black Egg leaned forward excitedly, his burly body bulging. "How are we going to manage this account? There are so many rumors online right now, we need to do something explosive to grab attention back!"

"Do you even need to tell me?" Mercury put away his phone, adjusted his posture slightly, and turned his gaze to the large face he had just healed. "Since Ms. Qian Ning arranged for you to be my partner, you should know what she wants me to investigate, right?"

Black Egg nodded vigorously: "I know, investigate the source of the contraband trade. But with my brain, I'm afraid I won't be of much help..."

"You don't need to bring your brains. But as long as you understand what we're investigating, you'll have this explosive job." Mercury lowered his voice and said, "Illegal experiments with immortality technology, dangerous drugs that can enhance superpowers, federal agents trying to kidnap me to stop my father's investigation, and now, there are contraband substances that can enhance superpowers in this federal prison... Tell me, isn't this dirt on the federal government's collusion with capital explosive enough?!"

The little black-spotted chick nodded repeatedly like a pecking bird: "Enough, that's definitely enough of a bombshell!" But he quickly realized a problem, and his large, fan-like hand hesitantly scratched the back of his head as he cautiously asked, "But... big brother, do we have any evidence right now?"

“Of course not now,” Mercury replied matter-of-factly. “But isn’t the evidence right here in the heart of this Black Olive? Tomorrow morning, we’ll go and round up all the scum in this prison who’s dealing in contraband. I don’t have to worry about them not confessing.”

"Now, tell me which prisoners in this Black Olive Center are suspects, and which prisoner has the final say."