Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Scott's plan was simple.

He planned to use his skills to steal the contents of the safe. Then, he would follow the trail to expose the mastermind behind the scenes who was trying to use them as cannon fodder, gather evidence, and bring the perpetrator to justice.

Finally, he would act as a champion of justice and return the item intact to the old man who had lost it.

"In this way, I not only did a good deed, but that rich old man might also give us a generous reward to thank us."

With this legitimate reward, he could pay child support, see Cathy with a clear conscience, and even hold his head high in front of his ex-wife and the current police officer.

"I'm going to prove to them that Scott Lang wasn't a thief, he was a true hero!"

……

It was afternoon.

Inside the Presidential Suite at the Fairmont Hotel.

Miss SkyNet had changed into a dark business suit, her long hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she was wearing frameless glasses, exuding an elegant and intellectual aura.

"Sir, President Jones' senior management meeting will begin in forty minutes, and I will be attending as well."

Tianwang walked to the bedside, leaned down, and left a faint lip print on Azu's cheek.

Ah Zu reached out and gently pinched her slender waist, causing Tianwang to let out a soft moan.

"Go ahead and get busy. Help that silly girl Jessica out a bit; she always likes to push herself too hard."

"As you wish, sir."

Tian straightened his body and walked out of the suite with elegant steps, and the room returned to silence.

Ah Zu breathed a slight sigh of relief, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

For someone with a body of steel of the Heavenly Father level, even if he fought without sleep for a month, his muscles would not produce any lactic acid buildup, and he would not feel any fatigue whatsoever.

Although I wasn't physically tired, the mental strain was real.

Skynet is no ordinary human woman; her core driving force is the Mind Stone. During that deep, unreserved exchange last night, the high-frequency mental fluctuations emanating from the Mind Stone constantly bombarded his cerebral cortex.

Maintaining this highly excited state for so long has made Ah Zu feel like there are several bees buzzing in his head.

"It seems that physical invincibility is not enough; I also need to find an opportunity to make up for my weakness in mental strength."

If you encounter a bald mutant like Charles or Emma the White Queen in the future, their mental defenses aren't high enough, and they always make you feel insecure.

He didn't want to be flying in the sky when suddenly someone stuffed a bunch of messy illusions into his mind.

Now that there's no one to disturb us in the room, it's the perfect time to take stock of our assets and see if there are any surprises.

"System." Azu summoned the interface in his mind, "Check my current special popularity value balance."

[Current Special Popularity Points Balance: 399005.]

"It's really frustrating to be stuck at 390,000." Azu rubbed his chin. "System, draw one superhero blind box and one skin blind box each."

[Command confirmed. 200000 special popularity points deducted.]

[Blind box draw in progress...]

A CG animation flashed by, and suddenly two rapidly rotating star vortexes appeared before our eyes.

One beam shimmered with an ambiguous pink light, while the other displayed a technologically advanced azure blue.

With a thought, Azu activated the pink star vortex. The light exploded, transforming into countless tiny rose petals that coalesced in the air into a phantom heart shape before disappearing into Azu's chest.

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the rare skin: Heartbreaker.]

[Skin Attributes: Wearing this skin will not change the host's appearance. However, the host will gain the "Perfect Lover" aura when interacting with members of the opposite sex who are 18 years of age or older.]

[Passive Effect 1: Increases attractiveness to the opposite sex by 200%. Every move and smile of the host will be filtered through a perfect lens in the eyes of the opposite sex, perfectly matching their subconscious and deepest aesthetic preferences for men.]

[Passive Effect Two: Favoritism. When any attack of the opposite sex is launched against the host, 30% of the host's strength will be involuntarily reduced.]

[Passive Effect Three: Seduction Domain. Within a 20-meter radius of the host, members of the opposite sex will significantly reduce their psychological wariness towards the host. Simultaneously, the host's presence will continuously stimulate their brains to secrete higher concentrations of oxytocin and endorphins, producing a strong sense of dependence and pleasure.]

After reading the long description of the skin, Azu sat on the bed, stunned for a full three seconds.

Then, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What is this? A system-certified Casanova? A walking hormone generator?"

This means that even if Captain Marvel charges at him with fire in her eyes, she will inexplicably feel weak and flirtatious as soon as she gets close, and she might even think that the way he gets beaten up is cool.

Moreover, there are quite a few powerful women in Marvel. It's just unknown whether Death and Infinity are recognized by the system, since they are top-tier (T0) beings in this world.

"Wear it immediately," Azu commanded.

There were no special lighting effects or energy fluctuations.

Ah Zu threw back the covers and walked to the full-length mirror. In the mirror, he still looked as handsome as ever with blond hair and blue eyes; his features hadn't changed at all.

To test the effect, Azu pressed the service bell in the presidential suite and put on the Widow's Veil II again.

"Hello, Mr. Daniel, what service do you need?" came the professional, standard female voice from the receptionist through the communicator.

"Bring up a dessert," Ah Zu instructed.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Ten minutes later, the doorbell for the suite rang.

Ah Zu walked over and opened the door.

A young female server was standing outside the door, pushing a food cart.

She had been looking down at the silver cutlery on the food cart, but upon hearing the door open, she raised her head as a matter of professional habit, ready to greet the guests with a smile.

"Good afternoon, sir, your sweet treat..."

The waitress's words were cut short as if her voice was stuck in her throat.

She stared blankly at Ah Zu, who was standing inside the door, her cheeks slightly flushed.

In her retina, the Asian youth in front of her was simply standing there, but his casually open collar, his slightly disheveled black hair, and his black eyes that met her gaze all exuded an irresistible attraction.

All of this caused the waitress's breathing to quicken, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest. Two blushes spread from her neck to her ears, and her legs involuntarily tightened.

"What's wrong?" Ah Zu tilted her head slightly, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Is there a problem with the dessert?"