Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

In this chaotic and insane universe, thanks to the various abnormal enhancements from the system, Azu has acquired absolute power sufficient to crush the vast majority of threats.

There was only one thing he could never overcome.

time.

He was well aware of his own limitations. Although the enhanced cell activity reward from Bucky the Silver Hand had greatly increased his lifespan, living for over a hundred years would be no problem at all.

But in the face of the vast and boundless river of time, this biological longevity is but a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.

If someone were to use the power of the Time Stone to launch a regular attack, no matter how strong their steel body is, it would eventually turn into a handful of ashes scattered by the wind under the erosion of time.

In the chaotic world of Marvel, where the multiverse is rampant, the Time Stone is never unique. In every parallel universe, there are countless versions of this green stone.

Not to mention that, apart from the Time Stone, in this universe where superpowers are so diverse, it wouldn't be surprising at all if a few superpowered individuals suddenly appeared who could control aging or time-stealing.

"Let's not talk about immortality for now," Azu silently told himself. "At least I need to become an immortal being first."

In the Marvel Universe, there are very few things that can grant humans the ability to live forever.

Dragon bones are one of the most practical and accessible options.

The leaders of the Hand have maintained their peak fighting power for centuries by drawing on the mysterious substance in the dragon bones.

Ah Zu once tried to find the dragon bones himself.

He flew over New York, fully activating his super senses, his gaze penetrating the earth's surface and penetrating hundreds of meters underground.

But in his heightened senses, there was nothing unusual about New York's underground except for reinforced concrete, the sewer network, and the subway tunnels.

He also tried Kamar-Taj's exploration magic for a full scan.

But the result greatly disappointed him.

That thing was clearly concealed by a powerful Eastern secret technique, distinct from magic.

Ah Zu was also annoyed by this, but he quickly figured out the logic behind it.

If dragon bones were really that easy to find, the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, would have already gone to the New York underground to dig them up and make soup. Why would she have to go through the trouble of secretly absorbing the power of Dormammu's dark dimension to prolong her life?

"Since we can't find it, let someone who knows where it is lead the way."

But that's all for later. Today, he has an even more exciting show to perform.

That was the secret meeting with Hank Pym, the first Ant-Man.

This morning, Azu received a call from Hope.

Under her arrangement, the venue was still the Garrido upscale club.

……

10:30 a.m.

Hope and old Pym arrived at the reserved private room early.

Sitting on the sofa, she kept checking her watch, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her coffee cup.

Whenever footsteps echoed in the corridor, her back would unconsciously straighten, and her gaze would be fixed on the heavy wooden door of the private room.

"Relax, Hope."

Sitting nearby, Hank Pym keenly noticed his daughter's anxiety. The gray-haired old man frowned, his face full of displeasure.

"You look like a seventeen-year-old high school student waiting for a prom date," Hank remarked bluntly, picking up his cup of tea. "We're here to talk business, not for a blind date. What kind of spell has that guy Daniel cast on you?"

"Father, please watch your words." Hope tried to suppress the turmoil in his heart caused by mentioning Azu. "Mr. Daniel Wu is the Senior Executive Vice President of the Starr Group. He is willing to lend us a helping hand at this time, and we should show him the respect he deserves."

Hank snorted and slammed the teacup down on the saucer with a loud "click".

"Respect? Starr Corporation? Don't think I don't know what kind of people they are. Capitalists, tycoons, profit-driven vampires. Just like Stark Industries, they'll pounce like sharks at the slightest hint of profit. Starr, Stark, even their names reek of money."

Old Pym was filled with deep-seated prejudice and vigilance.

"They don't care about human lives at all; they only care about stock price fluctuations. In essence, this Daniel is no different from Darren Cross. Darren wanted to sell my technology to Hydra, and this Starr Corporation probably wants to package the technology as some kind of groundbreaking weapon system and sell it to the Pentagon."

Just as Hope was about to retort, the wooden door to the private room was respectfully pushed open by the waiter.

"Mr. Wu, please come in."

As Ah Zu stepped into the private room, his "heartthrob" skin silently and imperceptibly rippled through the air.

The moment Hope saw him, her breath caught in her throat for half a second. A barely perceptible blush quickly crept up her cheeks.

She stood up from the sofa almost immediately.

"Daniel, you've come." Hope's voice was gentle, and the adoration and joy in her eyes were almost overflowing and could not be concealed.

Hank Pym sat on the sofa, taking in his daughter's series of reactions.

Hope's gleaming eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and even her posture leaning slightly towards the man—this was hardly the attitude one would show to a business partner.

This is clearly a woman who has just fallen in love!

Old Pym's alarm bells went off immediately. He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the Asian youth named Daniel with a critical gaze.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Hope." Azu smiled and stepped forward, naturally taking Hope's outstretched hand and gently rubbing her hand with his thumb.

Hope's hand trembled slightly.

Then, Azu turned his gaze to old Pym, who was sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face.

"This must be the legendary Dr. Hank Pym. I've heard so much about you. I'm Daniel Wu." Azu extended his right hand, displaying his demeanor.

Hank didn't shake hands immediately. He stared at Azu's hand for three seconds before reluctantly extending his hand to touch it perfunctorily, then quickly withdrew it.

"Legendary? Just a wretched old man abandoned by the times," Hank said curtly. "Sit down, Mr. Wu. Hope said you want to talk to me about cooperation. I don't like beating around the bush. What exactly does the Starr Group want from me?"

Azu sat down on the sofa next to Hope without any hesitation.

"I think you've misunderstood, Dr. Pym. I'm not sitting here today on behalf of the Starr Corporation to buy your patents."

Azu casually remarked, "I'm representing myself, seeking a kind of technical resonance."