Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Azu raised his head and looked at the largest holographic electronic GG sign above the square.

Originally, that place should have been playing Coca-Cola or luxury goods featuring a popular female celebrity on a loop.

But now, the entire screen is filled with Azu's handsome smiling face.

Below the photo, a line of text in bold English reads:

[Our homeland, a beacon of humanity. We will always await your return.]

It's not just this largest screen.

Everywhere you look, the vast majority of electronic displays and projections on building facades are about his prayers.

He arrived at the foot of the Water Tower, where crowds of people had gathered spontaneously.

People didn't make a loud noise; they simply placed white candles on the ground and arranged bouquets of flowers neatly in front of the statue of the Fatherland.

Ah Zu strode out and strolled leisurely into the crowd.

He greedily enjoyed people's love and remembrance of him, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Suddenly, a strangely familiar figure came into his line of sight.

In the long line of prayers, a little boy with brown curly hair was holding a woman's hand tightly.

Is this... Peter Parker? Azu recognized him.

The woman next to her, that must be Aunt Mei, right? Yes, she still retains her charm.

Ah Zu floated over silently and stopped beside them.

Peter wore a Homelander merchandise hoodie today, with the iconic eagle pattern printed on the chest.

"He'll come back, won't he, Aunt May?" Peter's voice held the stubbornness typical of a young man.

May Parker gently pulled Peter into her arms and patted his back softly.

This woman, who raised Peter alone and was once overwhelmed by life's hardships, was dressed quite respectably at this moment.

In particular, the shiny Walter senior employee badge pinned to her chest further accentuated her confidence.

"Of course, Peter. He is a father of the homeland, he can do anything." May's voice was gentle yet firm.

She looked at the statue, her eyes filled with gratitude. "If it weren't for him... we might not even be able to afford our apartment in Queens anymore. Miss Jessica gave me that job, a salary that could change our lives."

May lowered her head and looked into Peter's eyes. "Peter, Mr. Homelander not only saved the world, he also saved our family. Remember this kindness."

“I swear, Aunt May,” Peter clenched his fist. “I will become a hero like him. Wherever he is now, I will stay in this city and continue his legacy of justice.”

Azu, standing in front of the two, had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well done, Spider-Man. Keep up the fervor, and you'll reap a good harvest of popularity in the future."

Without lingering, Azu followed the glass curtain wall of the Water Tower straight up to the CEO's office on the top floor.

The CEO's office was filled with the faint aroma of Macallan liquor.

Jessica was rapidly flipping through several thick documents, her high heels casually kicked under the table.

She frowned slightly and pressed the communicator on the table.

"The third phase of funding for the deep space exploration program is being disbursed too slowly." Her voice was decisive. "Tell the finance department that if I don't see the funds arrive by tomorrow morning, the head of that department can pack his bags and get out of here."

For a while.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the office door, and Ashley walked in quickly, carrying a tablet.

"President Jones," Ashley said rapidly, standing in front of her desk, "the third phase of funding for the Deep Space Program has just been secured. But several European consortia are trying to grab a slice of the pizza."

"In addition, regarding public opinion, the public relations department works 24 hours a day, and global polls show that public trust in the Water Group has reached an all-time high."

Jessica downed the whiskey on the table in one gulp.

"Well done, Ashley. Tell those European conglomerates that if they dare to make any trouble at this time, I wouldn't mind sending VGD's special operations team to their bedrooms for a chat."

"Understood." Ashley quickly jotted down the instructions on her tablet before turning to the next page. "Also, regarding Nick Fury's onboarding arrangements..."

Upon hearing the name, Azu, who was floating in mid-air, raised an eyebrow, landed on the desk, crossed his legs, and listened with great interest.

"The no-man's-land in Alaska has been allocated," Ashley reported. "Skynet is in charge of the entire quarantine zone's construction. Talos and all the Skrulls who are willing to follow him have been transferred there. Nick Fury is currently in charge of the quarantine zone."

Jessica nodded: "This old guy is used to being the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., so sending him to be the warden of an alien refugee camp in the freezing cold is a good fit for his profession."

"Is there something he's unhappy about?" Jessica asked.

"He's trying to gain more authority," Ashley reported truthfully. "He submitted twelve operational plans to Skynet for a proactive strike to wipe out the radicals in Gravik, but they were all rejected by Skynet."

"The rejection was justified," Jessica scoffed, leaning back in her chair.

"That old agent is used to giving orders and manipulating everything. But this is Vought, not S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Tell Skynet that he is only responsible for managing those green-skinned aliens who are kept in captivity, and that he is not allowed to move a single Vought soldier without my signature."

"Understood." Ashley closed the folder and turned to leave.

Azu's smile deepened as he watched her decisive and efficient manner.

This woman has truly grown. In the week he was gone, Jessica was not only not overwhelmed by grief, but instead displayed an astonishing sense of control.

The Water Group and VGD operated very well under her management, and in some ways were even more efficient than when she was in charge.

She certainly has the demeanor of an empress.

"Looks like I don't need to worry about this anymore."

Since everything was normal at Walter's place, Azu had no intention of lingering any longer. He stood up from his desk and looked eastward.

It's time to go see his little witch.

……

At the same time.

Alaska, Skrull segregation zone.

"This is what you call resettlement?!" Nick Fury's voice was loud, trying to use his years of experience in a position of power to suppress the woman sitting opposite him.

“This isn’t resettlement, Skynet. This is imprisonment.” Fury emphasized, pointing out the window. “Talos and his people came here because they trusted me. They’re seeking refuge, not to be prisoners of war!”

Tianwang sat gracefully in the chair, his legs crossed. His long, golden hair cascaded loosely over his shoulders, and his skin was fair with clear eyes.

If Fury hadn't known her identity, he would never have associated this elegant and charming woman with a super artificial intelligence that controls the global network.

"Mr. Fury, I must correct your wording. This is called risk isolation."