Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

If it's a permanent enhancement, he really wouldn't dare sell it casually.

What if he creates a bunch of uncontrollable superheroes? What will happen to his dominance?

But these temporary, limited-quantity items... are the best means of control.

"Doctor, you are a genius." Wu Yanzu smiled with satisfaction.

"Ashley! This thing is currently classified as top secret. Only Vought's core special operations team, the future 'Super Seven,' and reserves are allowed to use it."

He couldn't help but imagine his private bodyguard, each member of whom could transform into the "Hulk" for ten minutes in a crucial moment...

The scene was so beautiful.

“But, Anthony,” Dr. Connor hesitated, “the board of directors at Starr Corporation… they keep asking us what we’re developing. The investment is too large; we need a… product that can be brought to market.”

"Products already on the market?"

Wu Yanzu smiled.

He put the green "Temporary Number Five" back on the tray.

"Doctor, dilute this stuff a thousand times more."

"What?" Connor was stunned. "A thousand times? Then there's no enhancement effect at all! At most... at most, it makes people feel mentally invigorated, like they've taken a low-concentration stimulant."

That's enough.

Wu Yanzu turned around, the hem of his white coat drawing an arc in the air.

What we're selling is a dream.

He snapped his fingers at Ashley.

"Ashley, write it down."

"Initiate the production plan for 'Wote Super Functional Drink'."

"Formula: 1/1000 of T-Vex dilution, plus lots of sugar, caffeine, taurine, and most importantly—make it blue."

He turned to look at the stunned Dr. Connor and the excited Ashley and continued.

"Set up the production line. I want this blue syrup to be on the shelves of every 7-Eleven across America within a month."

"The price... will be ten times that of regular Water energy drinks."

Ashley gasped, "Ten times?! Would anyone buy that?"

"They'll be scrambling to buy them."

Wu Yanzu confidently straightened his collar.

"Because my face is printed on the bottle."

"Moreover, we're going to do something big." Wu Yanzu's eyes flashed. "We'll hide a 'golden voucher' in every million bottles of beverages."

"Gold coupon?"

"Yes! Those who receive the voucher will have the opportunity to visit Vought's headquarters and, more importantly... to experience a real 'T-Vex' device!"

"Of course, we'll package it as a 'mystery grand prize'."

Wu Yanzu smiled like a devil.

"Think about it, Ashley. How much sugar water will the entire American population drink for that one dose of medicine that will make them superheroes for ten minutes?"

Ashley's eyes had become a symbol of money.

"Sir...you are truly...a business devil."

"No, I am a Homelander."

Wu Yanzu walked out of the laboratory, his silhouette stretching long under the cold light.

……

Winter always comes suddenly in New York.

It seems like just last night we were complaining about the bleak autumn wind, and this morning the whole city is covered in snow.

Vought Headquarters, Advanced Training Center. The temperature control system here precisely maintains the room temperature at 22 degrees Celsius.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding echoed through the training room.

Jessica Jones was thrown out again, sliding five or six meters across the energy-absorbing floor before coming to a stop by hitting the guardrail.

Her white practice clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the curves that rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

"Fuck!" Jessica lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath, her chest heaving. "This is completely illogical! You're cheating!"

"This is physics, my dear." Wu Yanzu stood in the center of the field, one hand behind his back, the other slowly retracting as if to finish a stance. "The principle of leverage, plus a little bit... Eastern philosophy."

He was wearing loose black training clothes. He slowly stepped forward and extended one hand. "This is called listening to the opponent's energy, Queen. Your killing intent is too strong. The fist hasn't even arrived yet, but the intention has. In Tai Chi, this is called 'resistance,' which is a major taboo in military strategy."

"Fuck your Tai Chi!" Jessica cursed, but the initial resistance was gone, replaced by a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

She stared at the hand for three seconds, then finally grabbed it resentfully. Wu Yanzu gently pulled her up.

"That's it for today's training." Azu tossed her a towel. "You've improved a lot; at least now you know how to protect your face when you're thrown around."

"Thanks for the compliment, you jerk."

During this period, she received special training twice a week. Although she was always left dizzy and disoriented from the falls, she could clearly feel that her control over her strength was undergoing a qualitative change.

Ding! You have gained 1000 special popularity points!

"Take a shower and change your clothes." He glanced at his watch. "There's a script workshop this afternoon about your independent film."

"Can I not go?" Jessica's face fell instantly. "I'd rather stay here and let you throw me around all afternoon."

"No way." Azu revealed a capitalist smile. "You're the queen, and queens need their own biopics. It's business."

……

Vought Films, conference room.

Ashley was pointing at the PowerPoint presentation on the projection screen, spitting as she spoke.

"...This is our idea! 'Queen Jones: The Manhattan Rose'!" Ashley waved her pointer excitedly. "This is a feminist epic! We need romance! We need struggle! We need..."

"Do I really need to wear this condom-like outfit and cry in the rain?" Jessica slammed the draft script on the table. "What the hell is written here? 'She looks at her own hands in the moonlight, the curse of sorrowful power, painfully parting from her true love'? Thank you so much, do I even deserve true love anymore?"

"The audience loves this! Brokenness, redemption, unattainable love!" Ashley argued.

"That's dog shit." Wu Yanzu sat in the main seat, legs crossed, playing with a bottle of blue "Walter Energy Drink" in his hand—this stuff is selling like hotcakes now, and convenience stores all over the United States are out of stock.

He spoke calmly, and the conference room fell silent instantly.

"We're not making a 7:30 PM soap opera; cut out all those melodramatic, sentimental scenes."

Wu Yanzu stood up, walked behind Jessica, put his hands on the back of the chair, and stared at the screenwriters.

"I want it hardcore. I want to see the sound of bones breaking. I want to see her rolling around in the mud, then standing up and pulling the villain's spine out to whip around."

The screenwriters' eyes lit up.

“And another thing,” Azu added, “give me a scene. In her despair, she receives a phone call… I'm the one who made that call. At that moment, the light shines in. You understand?”

"I understand! Mr. Starr! You're a genius!" Ashley nodded frantically, taking notes.

Jessica rolled her eyes, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't have to act in those disgusting love scenes anymore.

……

Time flies, and it's already May 24st.

Christmas Eve in New York was cold, but also vibrant.

Every tree on Fifth Avenue was wrapped in colorful lights, and the giant Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center was packed with tourists.

Meanwhile, a countdown is underway on the giant screen in Times Square.

There are less than six hours left until the auditions for "Who is the Next Superhero?" open.

Wu Yanzu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse apartment, holding a glass of brandy, looking down at the ant-like crowd below.

In his previous life, as a Chinese person, he didn't have any special feelings about Western holidays like Christmas.

At most, it's just for fun.

"Ring ring—"

The number rang; it was the cell phone Nick Fury had given him, and only a very few people knew that number.

Wu Yanzu glanced at the caller ID and raised an eyebrow.