Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

A blinding white light instantly robbed everyone of their sight, followed by intense heat and a destructive shockwave.

The bustling Ginza district, the towering Tokyo Tower, and the dense office buildings were reduced to ashes like pieces of paper in a raging fire the moment they came into contact with the nuclear explosion.

On this sinful island land, the massive mushroom cloud, a symbol of destruction, erupted for the third time.

Ah Zu concealed himself, coldly gazing down at the ruins below, now reduced to scorched earth.

He has little compassion; in his plays, someone has to make a sacrifice.

He felt that Tokyo was the perfect place to be the sacrifice.

"What a spectacular fireworks display!"

At that moment, Azu suddenly remembered someone.

"I wonder what that fat, black inventor from the Eternals, Faustos..." he thought to himself, chuckling to himself.

"...Seeing this third mushroom cloud, will you kneel on the ground again, weeping and confessing that you have advanced human technology? Heh."

At this moment, Gravik was still immersed in the feeling of being invincible and omnipotent.

He hovered above the ruins of the nuclear explosion, looking down at the earth with a kingly disdain in his eyes.

"You lost the first game. Tokyo is the price to pay."

"Today's game ends here, but this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, at the same time and place, the game continues..."

"I will continue to wait for you there. Take all your confidence with you, or take your surrender with you."

Having uttered this declaration, Gravik arrogantly turned away.

Azu timely activated the Force, taking the Skrull leader, who was still dreaming of invincibility, and disappeared into the gray sky after the nuclear explosion.

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As Gravik's figure disappeared from the live broadcast screen.

An unprecedented psychological tsunami swept across the entire human society.

The crowd that had gathered to protest were now slumped on the ground, as if all their strength had been drained.

"My God...is this real? Even nuclear weapons are useless...how can we possibly win? Tomorrow...maybe tomorrow it will be our turn!"

"We're all going to die... those monsters will wipe us all out!"

"What did we do wrong?! Why do we have to suffer this?!"

"Damn alien bastards! Damn Skrulls! I curse you to hell!"

"Mom, where did that big city we saw on TV go?" the five-year-old boy asked innocently, pointing to a patch of scorched earth on the screen.

The mother didn't answer, but simply hugged her child tighter, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked out the window at the world-famous Eiffel Tower, and the terrifying scene of it being vaporized and melted away like the Tokyo Tower uncontrollably flashed through her mind.

If we fail again tomorrow, will Paris be our next target?

London? New York? Moscow?

Nobody knows.

This sense of uncertainty, the feeling of waiting for death to strike randomly, gradually erodes people's psychological defenses.

Fear and hatred, these two extreme emotions, are intertwined in the hearts of people of different skin colors and social classes.

"If only he were here..."

I don't know who uttered those words, choking back tears, amidst the crowded throng.

It's like sunlight piercing through the night, and dawn quietly sweeping across the horizon.

It instantly resonated with countless people.

People of the motherland!

They began to miss the man who always had a confident smile terribly.

Looking back over the past few years, the Earth has never truly been at peace.

But for the vast majority of ordinary people on Earth, those disasters are more like Hollywood action blockbusters unfolding on a screen.

They were at home drinking beer, eating popcorn, and watching the news on TV.

They'll like superheroes on social media and argue endlessly about gossip and scandals surrounding a particular hero.

Why?

Because most of those disasters that destroy cities or even threaten the world are stopped on American soil, kept far away from their homes by the people of the United States.

Subconsciously, they've gotten used to the idea that the sky won't fall because there's always an invincible man who will hold it up.

Until this moment.

When the sword of Damocles truly falls from above.

When Tokyo was reduced to nothing in the atomic bomb.

When the shadow of death indiscriminately looms over the head of every person on Earth.

Only then did all of humanity awaken as if from a deep dream, truly experiencing this cruel truth.

There is no such thing as a peaceful and tranquil life, nor is there any peace that can be taken for granted.

It's just that someone is bearing the burden for them, keeping the danger out of their reach!

"He disappeared into deep space to protect us..."

A normally defiant and angry young man knelt on the street, sobbing uncontrollably. "But we used to complain about Vought's tyranny, about the privileges of superheroes, about the economic fluctuations caused by the fighting... We were a bunch of ungrateful idiots!"

"Come back! Please come back!"

Countless people were frantically spamming the chat in the now-frozen live stream room.

"Come back, Homelander! Humanity needs you! The Earth needs you!"

"We'd give anything to save us!"

People cried out in their hearts.

Prayers, calls, and confessions converged into a powerful surge of human emotion.

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High in the sky, Ah Zu silently enjoyed the heavenly sounds that came with the flow of people.

"What lovely people they are," he thought to himself. "Don't worry, I will protect you all. After all, you are my most precious treasure."

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Tokyo, once a bustling international metropolis, has now been transformed into a living hell.

Everywhere there were ruins and rubble, and the twisted and deformed steel skeletons emitted a dark red light under the high temperature.

On this lifeless wasteland, a charred body is slowly moving.

Nick Fury did not perish in the nuclear explosion.

But his current condition is no better than death.

The power of the vengeful spirit within him was incomplete; this power could not completely protect him from such devastating damage.

Being at the epicenter of the nuclear explosion, his flesh and bones were vaporized, and then the flames of revenge reshaped him.

But the next second, his body collapsed again.

Life and death, destruction and rebirth, allowed him to repeatedly experience the extreme pain of his body being annihilated.

"Uh..."

Fury let out a low, hoarse, painful growl.

The fire of revenge within him was already like a candle flickering in the wind; the sinful souls he had once reaped were about to be completely consumed.

By this time, Fury's consciousness was already blurred. Relying on his own instincts, he dragged his broken steps forward unconsciously.

One step, two steps, one step, two steps.

He walked for an unknown amount of time before suddenly stopping.

Even on the verge of a state of mental confusion, a sudden restlessness arose.

The atmosphere here... is unusual.

This area seemed to have accumulated sins for centuries; the stench of evil, so thick it was almost tangible, fueled the thirsty roar of the flames of revenge.