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

As time passed, Gray could clearly feel the power expanding, climbing upwards as if without end.

The remake of Homelander is far superior to the original. His process of becoming stronger is like a process of self-satisfaction. Even Superman needs to bask in the sunlight to grow, but Homelander only needs to be happy.

Your greed has been satisfied, and your ancestral power has been slightly enhanced.

Your lust has been satisfied, and your ancestral power has been slightly enhanced.

[Current Ancestral Power Level 1, 3.6%]

You have acquired the basic talents: Super Reaction Speed ​​and Super Endurance.

Your power has been greatly increased; you now possess the power of the Three Beauties.

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

"Sir! Please put the rocking horse down immediately. It's private property, and you're committing a crime!"

"My God, he actually took the rocking horse and its base with him!"

Exclamations rose and fell as, to the disbelief of the crowd, Gray ignored the staff's advice and insisted on packing up the several-ton rocking horse and taking it away.

The scene was chaotic, but no one was injured. Mindy stood on tiptoe and watched from a distance, unable to stop giggling.

"Big Daddy, wasn't I right? This guy's definitely got something wrong with his head!"

"I don't think so." Big Daddy stroked his stubble, looking at Mindy with a half-smile. "If you possessed power like his, what would you choose to do?"

Without a second thought, Mindy blurted out, "Robbery, of course! Lots and lots of money!"

"So, you're just an ordinary person."

Big Daddy shook his head and said, "You're still young, you wouldn't understand big principles. Let's take your idol Spider-Woman as an example, do you think she's crazy?"

"Even if you're brain-dead, she couldn't possibly be sick! Big Daddy, I'm warning you, don't you dare say anything bad about my idol!" Mindy roared fiercely.

Big Daddy waved his hand helplessly: "Alright, alright, let me put it another way... In the minds of superheroes, fighting crime is doing good, protecting world peace is a sacrifice, and they even believe they bear a huge social responsibility. So here's the key point: even if they fight crime and protect world peace 24 hours a day, has the world become a better place? Have there been fewer bad guys?"

"It seems...it seems not..."

Mindy looked puzzled: "Why?"

Big Daddy chuckled and patiently explained, "Because that's all in their own opinion. Superheroes aren't ordinary people. Even if they genuinely care about ordinary people, they can't truly stand in the shoes of ordinary people to solve problems."

"It's like humans neutering their pets. Even if the pet is unhappy, as long as humans unilaterally believe that the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, they won't consider the pet's feelings."

"That sounds reasonable; I always thought superheroes were good guys..."

Mindy couldn't help but tug at her hair, feeling a slight itch in her head.

"I didn't say superheroes aren't good people. Compared to those supervillains who lack empathy, have antisocial personalities, and view ordinary people as inferior species, at least they haven't made the world worse."

"This guy is definitely an antisocial personality!"

Mindy looked at Gray, her tone resolute.

The old man shook his head after hearing this: "According to what you said, he doesn't have obvious violent tendencies, nor does he deliberately break the rules. He's even willing to spend money to buy things, which means he has his own set of behavioral logic."

Mindy blinked, asking curiously, "Where's the logic?"

The old man shrugged: "You're asking me?"

......

Getting what he wanted and simplifying complex problems—Grey's behavioral logic is actually quite simple.

If he had enough money, he wouldn't mind spending it; nobody wants to go through all that trouble.

It's like trying to rob someone when you can buy ice cream for a few dollars; only a fool would do that.

"Can I write an IOU?"

Gray looked at the amusement park manager with a helpless expression.

This guy was willing to risk his life to keep his job, clinging to his leg and refusing to let go.

Moreover, he looked quite pitiful, with sunken cheeks and a face as pale as a corpse, behaving like a complete wretch.

"Sir, I completely understand your love for rocking horses, but they're not suitable for home use; they require very high voltage to operate! How about this, I'll give you a VIP annual card. Whenever you come in, you can immediately enjoy comprehensive and attentive service!"

The amusement park manager rolled his bloodshot eyes at the young female employee beside him, and said with a hoarse, sinister laugh, "There's a little sister accompanying you too~"

"..."

Although the little girl ran away in fright, Gray thought for a moment and put the rocking horse down. The reason was simple: he didn't even have a home, let alone the high-voltage power supply that would keep the rocking horse running.

"Never mind, I'll come back to move it next time I have the chance."

Once the initial excitement wore off, Grayton felt bored. He kicked away the annoying manager, dusted off his hands, and began searching for Jessica: "Where is she? Did she really run away?" He quickly searched through the crowd, his expression gradually turning grim.

He had considered the possibility that Jessica might run away, but while the probability wasn't zero, it was extremely low.

After all, it would be hard to find another perfect man like him in the entire multiverse—so handsome, so cool, so powerful, and so gentle and considerate.

"Jessica's aesthetic sense may not be fully developed yet, so it's understandable that she can't appreciate my strengths... but to stand me up without even saying hello... that's really impolite, and she needs to be carefully taught a lesson."

Gray reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while, pulling out a student ID. Looking at the smiling black-haired girl on the ID and the detailed school information, he couldn't help but smile as well.

"New York, Queens, Midtown High School"

Without Jessica's company, Gray quickly lost interest in continuing his trip, took back his student ID, and planned to visit Jessica in New York in a few years.

As for why it has to be a few years... Gray personally believes that you can't rush things if you want to do something well.

As the saying goes, "haste makes waste," Jessica is still young, and we can wait for her to develop for a few more years.

Secondly, there are just too many superheroes in New York, and with his current abilities, he might suffer if he went there.

Gray's thinking was crystal clear; the concept of antisocial personality simply didn't apply to him because he had transcended society.

He also considers himself extremely carefree, believing that there are countless girls in the world and there is no need to focus his energy on one person.

Of course, the main reason is that New York is too far away, and I'm a bit too lazy to go...

"Target spotted: white plaid shirt, blue jeans, short blond hair, holding a hamburger, facing the seven o'clock position."

A cold, icy voice rang in his ears, distinct from the tone of an ordinary person, sounding rather sinister. Gray silently took a bite of his hamburger, then looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A man with an expressionless face, around 30 years old, wearing a black uniform, stood on a viewing platform a hundred meters away, holding a sniper rifle, staring at me with eyes like a hawk.

As he finished speaking, one swift and sharp figure after another moved quickly, surrounding him.

Curious, Gray approached the sniper, leaned down to look through the scope, and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"!!!"

The sniper nearly choked on his breath. He stiffly turned his head, his eyes wide as bells, looking at Gray with the expression of someone who had seen a ghost.