Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

You have become a citizen of your homeland.

You have arrived in the Marvel multiverse.

Your abilities are extremely weak.

You have been given the opportunity to remake Homelander.

You have adjusted your appearance to the limit of aesthetic standards.

[You have adjusted the initial abilities to the original Homelander's maximum limit.]

You have increased your deposits to one trillion.

You adjusted your girlfriend's account to a ten-figure sum.

You have unlocked your potential to be limitless.

You have adjusted your growth rate to the fastest.

You need to select at least twelve features from the following list to meet the adjustment requirements.

[I. Extreme Willfulness: You will lose your ability to maintain consistent thinking, and you will do whatever comes to mind.]

[Second, extreme low self-esteem: You will constantly negate yourself until you successfully commit suicide.]

3. Extremely irritable: You will destroy everything you see.

[Fourth, extremely perverted: You develop a liking for eating poop.]

Fifthly, extreme selfishness: Your world consists only of yourself and ants.

6. Extremely Irritable: You are always in a state of anger.

[7. Super Neuroticism: You will develop multiple personalities, and none of them are you.]

8. Extremely Suspicious: You will be suspicious of everything, including yourself.

[Nine, Extremely Stubborn: Once you make a decision, you will never change it.]

……

[Ninety-nine: Extremely fragile heart: You will become a little baby who suffers all kinds of grievances.]

You've made the adjustments.

You have adjusted your appearance to be handsome.

[You have adjusted your initial abilities to the limits of an average person.]

You have reduced your savings to zero.

You set your girlfriend to zero.

You have unlocked your potential to be limitless.

You have adjusted your growth rate to normal.

You need to select five characteristics to meet the adjustment requirements.

You chose to be extremely narcissistic, extremely lecherous, extremely greedy, extremely lazy, and extremely shameless.

Based on the characteristics, the following three growth paths are generated.

[I. Rampant lust has become a nightmare haunting the hearts of nine hundred million young women.]

Second, you are insatiable; you are a gluttonous beast that never finds satisfaction. Go and take away everything you like!

Thirdly, they acted lawlessly and recklessly.

"This game is kind of interesting..."

The man stared intently at his phone, eagerly anticipating the rest of the game. However, he didn't notice a dark point of light slowly appearing behind him.

Homelander remastered, dimensional portal opened.

Have a pleasant journey.

……

North America, Illinois, Chicago International Airport.

The sun hung high in the sky, the heat was oppressive, and a faint smell of burning seemed to permeate the air.

Several military trucks painted with camouflage patterns drove onto the tarmac, and the accompanying soldiers spread out to guard the area.

The prisoners being transported were crammed into the stuffy, cramped carriage, their expressions varying as they endured the combined torment of the heat and anxiety.

Some had vacant eyes, as if the long journey had worn away their vitality; others looked flustered, peeking out from the narrow gaps in the carriage every now and then, their eyes filled with tension and unease.

As time passed, a transport plane pierced the sky and slowly landed on the runway, emitting a dull, clanging roar.

The hatch opened, and another group of soldiers in black combat uniforms filed out, their synchronized footsteps echoing across the tarmac. They moved quickly and orderly toward the truck, ready to complete the handover of the prisoners.

But then, an accident happened.

"Resolve it all."

The soldiers who came to take over suddenly stopped in their tracks, raised their guns in unison with a whoosh, and sparks flew from the cold muzzles in the next second.

Da da da—

The gunfire was deafening, and bullets rained down. More than half of the soldiers guarding the truck were killed or wounded in an instant. The remaining few fled in disarray, some running away and others rolling under the truck. But the enemy was prepared. They moved slowly and used bursts of fire to kill the survivors one by one.

"Haha, we're saved! These people must be here to rescue Richard Fisk, the son of that mob boss Kingpin!"

Inside the train car, a Black bastard peering through the crack in the door was ecstatic. He turned and shouted, "Brothers, we're free again!"

A bunch of bastards burst into laughter, and the scene erupted in jubilation.

In another carriage, however, another group of bastards were behaving in a completely different manner.

Most of them were deathly pale, as if their parents had died suddenly; a small number had lost their entire families and were trembling all over.

Richard Fisk lay quietly on the ground, his eyes lifeless as he faced the ceiling. A blond young man squatted beside him, groping around and happily taking off a designer watch and putting it on his own wrist.

"I can't believe I found a limited edition Patek Philippe right after transmigrating! My luck is unbelievable! Thank God! I love it so much!"

No man can resist such a top-tier timepiece that combines understated luxury with sophistication. The deep brown alligator strap, the platinum case and bezel, and the sparkling sapphire crystal make it irresistible.

"I know this guy! Nephasus Gray, a Wall Street conman, he killed Richard Fisk!"

"What did that poor kid do wrong? He was just showing off his wealth! And this madman twisted his neck like a pretzel!"

"His strength is incredible, unlike that of a normal person."

"He could kill us all!"

The bastards' gazes suddenly darkened. The gunshots outside the carriage, which had been so pleasant, now seemed like a death knell tolling in their hearts. Given their brutality, if the other side found out that their rescue target was dead, probably none of them would survive.

"We have to do something," one of the bastards suggested seriously.

"Once the people outside open the door, we'll swarm them, seize their guns, and kill them!"

"What are you going to use to take it? We're still handcuffed!"

"Handcuffs? Why doesn't he have any!"

The bastards turned their gazes and stared in astonishment at the murderer.

After killing the man, the crazed man returned to his seat and carefully wiped his watch as if nothing had happened. His obvious fondness for the watch only confirmed his status as a madman once again.

[You satisfied your greed once, and your ancestral power has been slightly enhanced.]

Your physical abilities have been increased from the limit of an average person to ten times that of an average person.

You have acquired the basic talents: Super Strength and Super Speed.

"Wait, is being a Homelander really that fun?"

Gray easily twisted the handcuffs, feeling the surging power within him, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Not only that, but there was also a slight dizziness during the process—it was so pleasurable that it was almost unbearable.

His physique increased tenfold in an instant; in terms of pure strength alone, he was already capable of instantly killing 90% of superheroes.

"Should we collect some more items to increase our strength?"

Gray stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then ultimately dismissed the idea: "Forget it, we're new here, no need to rush. How about we find a place to take a nap first?"

Great, great, it's settled then!

Super laziness struck, and Gray dusted himself off, got up, and leisurely walked to the back of the carriage. He then kicked the metal door hard. With a loud bang, the door dented, the lock twisted and shattered, and he pushed it open, disappearing in a flash into the bright sunlight.