Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

What surprised Gravik even more was...

Not only did the guards outside not come in, but even the loyal and trusted subordinates inside the meeting room remained completely still.

No one carried out his orders.

These people didn't even glance at him.

Are you all deaf?!

A sense of unease welled up in Gravik's heart, and he raised his voice again.

"I told you to arrest him! Didn't you hear my order?!"

No one moved or spoke.

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it was as if even breathing had almost disappeared.

At that moment, Gravik finally sensed that something was wrong.

A soft laugh broke the silence.

The imposter Gravik strolled forward leisurely.

As he moved forward step by step.

Suddenly, his previously indifferent trusted subordinates all stood up.

They all bowed to the imposter.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation.

Gravik watched this scene and seemed to understand something.

This was a long-planned coup!

A coup d'état that completely stripped him of all his power base right under his nose!

"Slap, slap, slap."

He suppressed his shock and calmly clapped his hands.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Gravik looked at the imposter who approached, still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

"I never expected that among us Skrull descendants, there would be such a hidden talent as you."

He glanced around at his subordinates who were bowing to the imposter, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I don't know what conditions you promised, nor what methods you used to make all my carefully selected subordinates betray me. I have to admit, you are indeed very skilled at manipulating power."

"However, you seem to have forgotten a very basic common sense."

"In the political game, intrigue might just help you win a round."

"But in today's world, before absolute power, all tricks are nothing but fragile bubbles!"

Gravik stared coldly at the imposter in front of him, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You think you can replace me by bribing them?"

Gravik spoke fluently, displaying his absolute confidence.

But the imposter didn't even look at Gravik directly; he simply turned his head slightly and said something in a flat tone.

"Pagoda, bring him to his senses."

Upon hearing this command, Gravik stopped speaking.

He paused, as if he hadn't heard what the other person said, then turned his head in disbelief to look at his trusted confidant, Pagon, who had been standing quietly beside him.

Pagon slowly turned around to face Gravik.

That face, which was usually always fawning, slowly curled into a wicked smile.

Gravik's heart sank.

Even Pagon betrayed us?!

This loyal assistant who had followed him since childhood and served him faithfully was also this imposter's person?!

A deep pain of being betrayed by a loved one welled up inside me.

Gravik looked at Pagon with eyes full of disappointment and heartache.

"Pagon... I gave you power second only to the emperor, I treated you as my most trusted brother, you have disappointed me too much..."

However, Glavik had not yet finished expressing his heartfelt and sorrowful speech.

"call--!"

A gust of wind suddenly struck.

Pagon had no intention of listening to his nonsense. He swung his arm and delivered a powerful slap across the face.

"Smack!!!"

The slap landed squarely on Gravik's left cheek.

The force of the blow sent him flying into the air, where he spun three and a half times!

He slammed heavily against the side wall of the conference room, creating a spiderweb-like crack, before crashing to the ground.

"Buzzing..."

Gravik collapsed to the ground, a deafening roar filling his ears, his mind blank, and he remained conscious for a long time.

What happened?

I got hit?

Did I get knocked away by Pagon?

I am the ultimate being, possessing power surpassing that of the people of my motherland!

Even a nuclear bomb couldn't harm me! How could I possibly be sent flying by a single slap?!

He struggled to lift his head, covering his swollen left cheek, and stared at Pagoda standing not far away with a look of shock and bewilderment.

Blood trickled down his fingers from the corner of his mouth, and the intense pain clearly told him that this was not a hallucination.

Immediately, an unprecedented sense of immense humiliation welled up within me.

He, the supreme leader of the Skrulls and the ruler of Earth, was actually slapped hard in public by his own lieutenant?!

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to kill you!!"

Gravik leaped up from the ground like a mad beast.

"I'm going to burn you to ashes!!!"

Gravik let out a furious, beast-like roar, leaping to his feet and staring intently at Pagon, his eyes wide open.

He mustered all his willpower, trying to activate the high-energy rays in his eyes that could destroy everything.

"Die!!!"

The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together from the excessive force, making him look quite comical.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

The meeting room was awkwardly quiet.

Pagon stood perfectly fine in place, while Gravik looked like a clown performing a breath-holding act in a circus, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

But not a single spark escaped his eyes, let alone high-energy rays.

Gravik remained frozen in place, his eyes wide with anger.

"My power...where is my power?!"

Gravik's voice began to tremble, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

"No...this isn't real..."

Gravik retreated in terror.

But Pagoda ignored his emotions and stepped forward expressionlessly, grabbing his collar.

Like dragging a dead dog, ignoring Gravik's struggles, they forcibly pulled him in front of the imposter.

"Bang!"

Pagon kicked Gravik in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel at the man's feet.

Only now did he cruelly realize the truth: his power had vanished.

He knelt on the ground like a stray dog, looking at Pagon, his once most loyal subordinate.

"Why?" Gravik's voice was filled with resentment.

But Pagon didn't even bother to answer a question; he simply took a half-step back and stood behind the imposter Gravik.

Gravik turned his head in despair, his gaze falling on the man who had the same face as him.

"Who...who are you?"

"What did you do to me? Where has my power gone?"

The imposter then let out a light, cheerful laugh from his elevated position.

"You ask me what I did?"

He slowly raised his hand and gently brushed it across his face.

"Of course I did what you Skrulls do best."