Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"..."

Although Ashley didn't know what Jupiter was going to do, she kept her mouth tightly shut and even subconsciously held her breath.

"The Superhero Seven, including Starlight, doesn't actually have seven people! There are clearly only six right now!"

"Homelander, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Black, Deep Sea, Starlight, and me, that makes seven people."

As Jupiter finished speaking, he raised his hand towards the air in front of him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be here naked, eavesdropping on our conversation."

As Jupiter spoke, he suddenly threw a punch into the air.

The next second, a pool of blood appeared on the floor of the Super Seven's lobby.

"Now count, if we include Starlight, isn't the Superhero Seven only six people left? So, can I join now?!"

Jupiter casually picked up a tissue from the public area in the lobby and wiped his red-stained gloves.

"My God?! You just killed the Invisible Man?!"

Ashley looked at the mosaic on the ground and belatedly realized what good things Jupiter had just done.

"There's no invisible man here. He was just a supervillain trying to eavesdrop on the Vought family's secrets. Don't worry, I just killed him..."

Jupiter smiled slightly at Ashley. Having read the entire "Zhang San the Outlaw" series, Jupiter knew how to arm himself with the law and protect himself. He wasn't afraid of his ancestors' brute force, but he was afraid of his ancestors talking about the law.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Ashley didn't answer Jupiter; she just stared at the mud on the ground, panting heavily. The Invisible Man's skin, as hard as diamond, was now a jumble of mosaics on the ground...

The man in front of me was just another Homelander, no, even more irritable and more Homelander than Homelander.

Perhaps they should reassess Jupiter's level of danger and give him better treatment...

As for the dead Invisible Man, please, a superhero who can't make money for Vought International is less than a pile of shit.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Super Idol Project

The 82nd floor of Ward Corporation, the floor where the board members reside...

A man stood with his hands behind his back, facing the glass of the building, quietly looking down at the ground, enjoying the feeling of standing in the air, at the pinnacle of power, looking down on all living beings.

“Mr. Edgar…”

Just as the man was enjoying his rights, a rather old but still tall woman pushed open the door and walked in.

“Stridy…”

“I need an explanation. That man named Jupiter Grayson is not listed in our compound V usage records!”

"In other words, despite my repeated emphasis on the proper storage of compound V, a large amount of compound V still leaked out of our company!"

The man, hearing the voice behind him, kept his hands behind his back and didn't even look at the woman behind him, but his hoarse voice made the temperature in the entire office drop several degrees.

In the man's eyes, all superpowered individuals in the world are created using Compound V. If someone appears without a record, it can only mean that they stole Compound V from their company! Or, someone is secretly trading Compound V with others...

“Mr. Edgar, this is an accident. We have always maintained strict control over compound V, ensuring that it is absolutely inaccessible to everyone except certain groups of people. In other words, this Mr. Jupiter must also have some connection with our specific experimental group, or perhaps Mr. Jupiter changed his name and we did not update the data in time…”

Countless beads of sweat poured down Straydy's forehead as she frantically tried to explain Jupiter's situation to the man before her. In any case, she absolutely could not allow Edgar to feel disappointed in her, much less to question her work ability!

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, but I absolutely will not allow a situation like this to happen again..."

Edgar pounded on the table beside him, expressing his frustration.

"I understand that there will never be a next time."

Upon hearing this, Strayty immediately nodded, indicating that he understood Edgar's meaning, and vowed that there would never be a next time.

"Um……"

"Tell me about the commercial value of that Jupiter!"

"That bastard who killed my cash cow the moment he appeared—if he can't generate huge commercial value like his name suggests, I will never let him go."

Edgar was furious. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone dare to kill someone in his building, especially one of his most profitable superheroes. If he couldn't make more money off Jupiter, he would lose money on this deal, and he would not allow himself to lose money!

"He's perfect, perfect in every way! Looks, ability, and an extraordinary demeanor, and most importantly, his lineage!"

“We can even make more money through him!”

"Next time, our movie won't just be a box office smash in the Free Country, it will also be a box office smash in the world's second largest market!"

"I can earn double the money then! Please allow me to repeat, double!"

Streeddy looked at Edgar with great excitement, her eyes glued to the data in her hands, and spoke to him.

"F*ck! This is the best news I've heard in years. Clean up the Invisible Man's body, then give him a retirement ceremony, and make it a proper retirement ceremony~"

Edgar's mood immediately improved after confirming Jupiter's commercial value. As for the invisible man who was supposed to be his money tree, he was now a piece of mush and couldn't make any money, so he could be thrown into the sewer.

“Yes, Mr. Edgar…”

"By the way, Mr. Edgar, there's also a slight problem with Mr. Jupiter's identity."

Suddenly remembering something, Straydy asked.

"You've cleaned it up, but remember, what I want to see is a perfect Jupiter!"

Edgar wouldn't inquire about Jupiter's identity or what the problem was; he only needed to know if these issues could be resolved. After all, a product must be packaged perfectly, and absolutely no flaws are allowed!

"No problem! I will definitely create the most perfect Jupiter."

"Then I won't bother you any longer, Mr. Edgar..."

Streedy smiled slightly and left the office.

"Humph~"

After Stride left, Edgar hummed a little tune in the office, his eyes fixed on Doll.

"Hurry up!"

"Here, and here! Make sure to rinse it repeatedly!"

Inside the Seven's lobby, cleaning staff deftly wiped the blood-stained floor. Their eyes were lifeless, like machines working for the Vought Corporation. They did whatever Vought told them to do, without asking any questions.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jupiter! From today onwards, you are a member of the Seven Superheroes!"

Having recovered from Jupiter's brutal methods of dealing with the invisible man, Ashley forced a smile as he looked at Jupiter.

"Um……"

Jupiter sat in the Homelander's seat, seemingly deep in thought. When he heard Ashley's words, he simply nodded slightly to indicate that he had heard them.

"You don't seem happy?"

Ashley looked at Jupiter cautiously and asked.

"This is not something to be happy about; it's something that was already destined to happen."

Upon hearing this, Jupiter answered without hesitation.

"Forehead……"

Ashley fell silent upon hearing this, unsure of what to say.

"Well, Mr. Jupiter, we'll have the other five members of the Super Seven meet you later. As for Starlight, she's on her way here. We'll arrange for her to attend the meet-and-greet tomorrow before we meet you there."

Ashley faced Jupiter and spoke with a smile.

"Oh!"

Jupiter remained indifferent, answering casually.

"Then I'll go down first..."

Ashley was getting annoyed by Jupiter's nonchalant attitude. She had wanted to remind him to get out of his seat, since it was Homelander's seat, but she was too lazy to say anything now. Perhaps it would be good to teach this arrogant and conceited guy a lesson...

"Superhero Idol Project"

"To mold superheroes into perfect super idols."

"A superstar idol running for president of a free country...isn't that freedom?"

Jupiter kept thinking. He felt that he could treat everything in this world as an experiment. If his plan in this world succeeded, he could replicate everything in his main world.

"If all goes well, I wonder what my approval rating would be if I ran for president of the Free Country!"

Jupiter stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked out the window at the passing cars, thinking deeply. If his plan succeeded, he could completely replicate everything in the main world, turn his father Nolan into a perfect male god, and then let Nolan gain massive support and become the president of the Free Country in the main world.

Wouldn't a world be created that perfectly controls Earth without harming Deborah?

As for how chaotic the world of "The Black Robe" will become due to Jupiter's sudden idea,

F*ck, what does that have to do with him...

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Chaotic Seven

Inside the lobby of The Seven...

Jupiter stood quietly at the very back, with his hands behind his back, in the place reserved for the Homelander.

"Crack..."

Am I the first one here?

With a soft sound, a man with dark skin, wearing a blue bodysuit, walked in from behind Jupiter.

"Ok?"

Jupiter heard the sound and turned around.

Hey! Aren't you Homelander?

When Jupiter turned around, the black man was slightly taken aback when he saw Jupiter, who was even taller than Homelander. He then realized that the man in front of him was not Homelander.

"Of course I am not a citizen of my homeland."

“I am Zu…you can call me the Free Man.”

Jupiter, with a bright smile, introduced himself.

"Freelancer? Oh, I see, you're the new member who replaced the Lamplighter in the Seven, right?"

The black man in the blue bodysuit gave off an "I know you" look, but in reality, if he had paid even a little attention, he would have known that it was Starlight, not Jupiter, who had succeeded the lamplighter.

"Nice to meet you……"