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

Due to the large number of guests, the awards ceremony was held in the central square of the White House.

The ground was clean and dry, as if the heavy snow of last night had not fallen on the White House, and the majestic striped flags fluttered in the wind, embodying the spirit of liberalism.

The president was dressed in a sharp brown suit and had a solemn expression.

He delivered a lengthy opening speech in a deep voice, then handed the stage to Homelander, the national superhero invited to the event.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon."

"Dear viewers at home, how are you?!"

"And all the beautiful women in the world!!!"

"Ahem... I am honored to stand here today."

Gray forced himself to calm his excitement, placed his hands on the podium, and looked seriously down at the audience.

The award ceremony gradually quieted down, with only the soft sound of breathing remaining. In this solemn atmosphere, few people dared to make any unnecessary noise.

They knew that the man on stage, whose identity was already obvious—handsome, tall, and perfect in every way—was about to announce his existence to the world.

"This is even bigger than when I held my first press conference."

Below the stands, Tony Stark sat in the front row of VIP seats, casually took off his sunglasses, glanced at the overwhelming lineup of reporters, and said in a sour tone.

"She saved the president, so it's normal for her to receive this kind of treatment," Pepper Pepper replied softly, maintaining a solemn smile and looking straight at the podium.

Tony secretly grimaced, but when the camera turned to him, he instantly switched to a smile and nodded reservedly.

Pepper carefully observed the young man in the stands. He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His bespoke suit accentuated his perfect proportions, reminiscent of an ancient Greek sculpture. He exuded a confident and flamboyant yet elegant aura.

At this moment, a faint smile played on his lips, carrying a hint of elusive mystery. His angular face glowed with a healthy radiance under the spotlight, no wonder the female reporters in the audience were frequently gasping in amazement.

Pepper reluctantly averted her gaze, and seeing Tony's face turn green, she couldn't help but chuckle: "Jealous?"

Tony looked incredulous. "Me? Tony Stark, jealous of others? Are you kidding me!"

"He's younger than you, more handsome than you, and now his popularity is on par with Iron Man's." Pepper laughed as she counted on her fingers, her teasing gaze landing on Tony's face, seemingly enjoying seeing him get the short end of the stick.

"I don't acknowledge anything except youth. Pepper, you should see an ophthalmologist; you seem to be going a little blind." Before Pepper could retort, Tony seriously changed the subject: "Alright, keep quiet and listen to what that guy has to say."

Pepper smiled sweetly, giving the older man some face.

"Sir, are you from the motherland?!"

Suddenly, Eddie, standing in the press corps, raised his microphone high, veins bulging in his neck, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

With a "whoosh," all the cameras focused on the scene, and the air became so still you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, nervously watching the man on the stage who was the center of attention.

"Everyone..."

Gray raised his hands and gently pressed them down, his gaze slowly sweeping across the audience. At that moment, he thought of his incredibly great dream and the people who had sacrificed for it.

Colossus reduced to a skeleton, Green Goblin cleaved in two, Vulture killed by spittle, Cyclops blinded, Wolverine eliminated instantly, and Professor X looking like a withered old man...

Their faces were filled with despair, their eyes were helpless and confused, and their unwilling cries echoed throughout the entire hell, eventually turning into a sigh of utter helplessness.

The images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and Gray couldn't help but shed tears, his chest instantly filled with sorrow.

He spoke slowly in a deep and resolute voice:

"I...am...father! landman!"

Suddenly, the entire venue erupted in cheers!

"They're Homelanders!"

"Truly a Homelander!"

"I love you, Homelander!!"

The reporters erupted like a boiling pot, with those in the front row pushing forward like hungry wolves, shouting at the top of their lungs.

The reporters in the back row were not to be outdone; some stood on chairs, others jumped up excitedly, their cameras flashing wildly, creating a continuous barrage of flashes.

Cheers, screams, and shouts rose in waves from the crowd. Some people were so excited that their faces turned red, waving flags with the words "People of the Motherland" on them, shouting until their voices were hoarse but they didn't stop.

Some people wept with joy, wailing and sobbing, tears streaming down their cheeks as they murmured the names of their compatriots.

Some people excitedly hugged the strangers next to them, sharing their excitement and joy.

There were about 300 people, each paid 100 yuan, and they were all Hollywood professional extras.

"Fuck, are these people on drugs?"

Those unaware of the situation were completely bewildered, but the atmosphere at the scene was truly explosive. Reporters frantically snapped photos of this exciting moment, pulling out their pre-prepared scripts, as a media frenzy was about to sweep through the area.

In contrast, Tony Stark in the front row looked constipated and seemed restless.

For some reason, Homelander's self-introduction made him feel like ants were crawling all over his body.

"Good heavens, from the president to the reporters and the general public, they're all actors."

Natasha watched from afar, speechless. The awards ceremony that followed was even more outrageous. When other people went on stage to receive their awards, they would at most have a pair of golden boys and girls present them with flowers. But Gray went further and brought over two whole kindergartens to "support his dream."

"Please be quiet, everyone. I have something else to say."

As soon as Gray spoke, the room fell silent again.

Everyone eagerly awaited the moment, secretly building up their emotions, ready to work with the sponsor to ignite the entire venue once again.

"On the map of the world, there is such a beautiful and mysterious country - Wakanda."

It boasts stunning natural landscapes, world-leading advanced technology, and an abundance beyond imagination.

Today, with heartfelt enthusiasm, on behalf of Wakanda, I extend a sincere invitation to women around the world… Immigrate to Wakanda!

I solemnly promise that once you choose to become a member of Wakanda, housing will no longer be a burden, travel will be free, and medical care will fully protect your health, because our motto is—all free!

Here, you no longer have to struggle to make a living. We advocate a brand-new lifestyle, say goodbye to endless overtime, refuse to become a workaholic, and resolutely say "Fuck NO" to the involution of life!

Whether you're a sophisticated urban woman with refined dreams, a fearless fairy pursuing a free life, or a materialistic girl yearning to indulge in decadent pleasures in peaceful and comfortable times...

Listen up! Listen carefully!

Please put down your trivial matters immediately, seize this golden moment, and let us join hands with Wakanda to start an extraordinary new chapter in our lives!

I am the guardian of Wakanda, and your loving father! I am... Homelander!

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into dead silence.

The group looked at each other, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

There are many people campaigning for votes in the White House, but the number of people campaigning is simply appalling.

Please, can't you give the president any face at all?

"Cough cough."

Seeing that no one was cheering him on, Gray cleared his throat with a gloomy expression, a red glint in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the president's eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly declared loudly: "The United States is a democratic and free country. We will not restrict any citizen's right to pursue happiness. There is no doubt that Wakanda can bring happiness, so I hereby announce that my daughter will become the first American to immigrate to Wakanda!"

The extras were stunned, wondering if the president had also been paid.

Is it really worth going to such lengths for a hundred dollars?