Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Wu Yanzu watched Frigga's departing figure.

He didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the golden apple he had bitten into, lost in thought.

"Fate is sealed..." he repeated the queen's words in a low voice.

In his past life, as a movie star, he had read countless scripts. He knew that some characters were meant to survive to the end, while others were meant to die a worthy death.

Frigga, the most powerful mage in the Nine Realms, was someone the dark elf couldn't even touch if she didn't want to die.

She saw through the future, and she also saw through her own fate.

In Asgardian tradition, only the souls of those who bravely sacrifice themselves in battle are qualified to enter Valhalla and drink with their ancestors.

For a goddess, dying in bed or from old age might be the greatest disgrace.

She chose her own way of leaving.

Respecting the fate of others is a basic quality of adulthood.

Especially when this "other person" is a god who has lived for thousands of years.

……

Earth, London.

A persistent drizzle fell, and a chilling wind seeped into the bones.

On the empty ground of the abandoned factory, the huge, charred rune was still emitting wisps of heat.

Jessica Jones sat in the mud, looking disheveled.

She clutched her chest. This thing seemed to be alive, moving restlessly through her veins with every heartbeat, bringing waves of burning pain and a strange sense of power.

"That bastard..."

Jessica stared at the empty ground, gritting her teeth. "What happened to the vacation? What happened to the two million pounds? Did they just leave me all alone in this godforsaken place?"

"that……"

Beside them, Darcy Lewis cautiously leaned closer. "Jane and Mr. Homelander...did they get sucked into the rainbow like in 'The Wizard of Oz'?"

"Shut up." Jessica forced out the two words through gritted teeth, barely suppressing her discomfort.

"Okay." Darcy shrank back. "But shouldn't we... call S.H.I.E.L.D.? After all, that's Homelander and Thor... You can tell me the number, I'll call..."

"I told you to shut up!"

Jessica suddenly raised her head, a strange dark red glint flashing in her eyes.

"Crack—!"

A forklift beside me was twisted and compressed without warning by an invisible force, eventually turning into a ball of scrap metal.

Darcy was so frightened that he sat down in the muddy water and covered his mouth tightly.

Jessica gasped for breath, forcibly suppressing the restless energy within her.

Outside the abandoned factory, the sound of police sirens finally and belatedly entered the battlefield.

Scotland Yard police, like a flock of startled penguins, cautiously surrounded the area.

"Hands up! This is the Metropolitan Police!"

The voice from the loudspeaker carried a typical British restraint, but everyone could hear the tremor within it.

After all, this place was just struck by lightning and had a seven-colored beam of light; even a blind person would know that it was a battle of gods.

"Fuck..."

Jessica cursed under her breath and tried to stand up, but her knees buckled and she almost fell over again.

Darcy and the intern named Ian were already terrified, cowering to one side, trembling with fear.

"Madam! Please stay still! Don't move!"

Two police officers wearing reflective vests approached cautiously, holding stun guns.

"Don't touch me."

Jessica looked up abruptly, her pupils flashing an eerie dark red once more.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you stick that damn stun gun into me..." Jessica gritted her teeth, enduring the churning inside her, "I'll shove that thing up your asses."

The officer was startled by the red light in her eyes and instinctively took a half step back.

"We...we need your cooperation in the investigation, ma'am," the officer said, swallowing hard.

Jessica began to take deep breaths, trying her best to control herself.

calm.

That blond bastard is gone.

Now, no one is there to protect her.

She reached down to her waist.

"Don't move!!" The police officers were on high alert.

"Relax! You bunch of idiots! I'm getting the phone!"

Jessica rolled her eyes and pulled the satellite phone that Ah Zu had left with her out of her pocket, since Homelander's bodysuit had no pockets.

"Beep...beep..."

"Hello, sir?" Ashley's respectful voice came from the other end. "Your signal is a bit unstable. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"He's not here." Jessica's voice was curt. "I'm Jessica."

"Ms. Jones?" Ashley's tone changed instantly, from obsequious to her boss to businesslike to her employee. "According to the schedule, you should be attending... uh, are you on a date right now?"

"Date my ass," Jessica cursed. "He was taken away by a rainbow. A literal rainbow. Along with that female scientist named Jane Foster, and that blond muscleman with the hammer."

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Rainbow?...A hammer?...Okay..." Ashley's voice quickly regained its composure, demonstrating her professionalism. "What do you need me to do?"

In short, he's gone.

"Right now, I'm surrounded by a bunch of London police who want to handcuff me. I suggest you settle this before those British guys piss me off."

……

Walter's efficiency, lubricated by money, was astonishingly fast.

Ten minutes later, London police received an emergency evacuation order from their superiors.

Half an hour later, a jet-black Gulfstream G650ER private jet landed on the private runway at Heathrow Airport.

A huge "V" logo is printed on the fuselage.

Jessica threw herself into the leather seat and refused the champagne offered by the flight attendant.

"Give me whiskey, a whole bottle."

Her body needs alcohol to numb the burning sensation.

The plane took off smoothly and soared into the sky.

Ashley sat opposite her, holding a thick black leather folder in her hands.

"You just said," Jessica swirled her glass, looking out at the clouds, "that he had some kind of contingency plan? Does this guy think he might die at any moment?"

“No, Mr. Homelander never thought he would lose.” Ashley pushed up her glasses. “But he’s a very forward-thinking perfectionist. He has to make sure that even when he’s not around, the Walter machine keeps running according to his will.”

"He anticipated all sorts of scenarios. Including but not limited to: getting lost in outer space, being trapped in another dimension, or... having his body mutate and having to sunbathe on the surface of the sun for a few years."

"..." Jessica's lips twitched. "What on earth is he thinking?"

Ashley then pulled out a thick document and handed it to Jessica.

"What is this?" Jessica frowned.

"According to Mr. Homelander's contingency plan, once he is confirmed to be out of contact, have left Earth, or be unable to perform his duties due to force majeure, it is expected to take more than 24 hours..."

Ashley paused, then pointed to the name on the document.

"...You will take over as acting president of Water International."

"puff--!"

Jessica sprayed a mouthful of whiskey all over Ashley's expensive Chanel suit.