Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Nick Fury then sent a message: "Hill, bring Homelander into Project Insight. I need to know what brand of toothpaste this Anthony Starr uses to brush his teeth."

After leaving, Ah Zu did not go to his apartment immediately.

He hovered over the city.

He could hear his name everywhere.

On the giant screens in Times Square, footage of him lifting the nuclear bomb, rushing into the portal, and finally rescuing the hundreds of children was playing on a loop.

"...Tonight, we witnessed a miracle! A mysterious hero calling himself 'Homelander' saved Manhattan!"

"...Sources say that 'Homelander' may actually be Anthony Starr, a Columbia University student who went missing in a shipwreck a year ago?!"

"...While the Avengers are powerful, Homelander is the true MVP tonight! He single-handedly turned the tide of the battle!"

"...Oh my god, he's so handsome! I want to have his babies!!"

"Ding! You have gained 120 popularity points!"

"Ding! You have gained 88 popularity points!"

"Ding! You have gained 205 popularity points!"

Although the system notification sounds no longer increased explosively as before, they continued to beat steadily and continuously.

He landed at an intersection, where a crowd immediately surrounded him, chanting his name.

He smiled and shook hands with them, hugged the weeping citizens, and kissed the children's foreheads.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over now."

"With me here, New York is safe."

He enjoyed it all, enjoying every admiring glance.

……

At that moment, the news was being broadcast on the Times Square screen.

"...We'd like to interrupt our broadcast with a report from our reporter's discovery amidst the battlefield ruins..."

A reporter is standing in front of a half-collapsed luxury apartment building.

"Right here, at the height of the battle, a nine-year-old girl named Kate was trapped. Her father... tragically perished."

The camera focused on the little girl.

She was thin, wrapped in a blanket, her face covered in dust, but her large eyes shone with an unusual light.

The reporter handed her the microphone: "Child, were you scared at the time?"

The little girl Kate nodded, then shook her head.

"I...I thought I was going to die. An alien...it was going to kill me..."

"What happened?"

Kate's eyes lit up: "It's...it's Homelander! He...he flew down from the sky, with...with the light shooting from his eyes! 'Zzz!' The bastard snapped!"

"He saved you?"

"Yes!" Kate nodded vigorously. "He...he was so tall. He gave me a smile, and then...he flew away! To save more people!"

In the image, Kate is tightly clutching a Superman comic book that is half-burnt...

"He...is a true hero."

……

Wu Yanzu did not hear this little incident.

After enjoying the cheers for a full hour, he finally escaped the enthusiastic crowd and flew to the apartment address that S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him.

The apartment is near Columbia University.

He landed on the fire escape ladder, and X-rays scanned him.

"Empty. Covered in dust."

He pushed the door open and entered.

A long-dormant smell wafted over.

This is the home of "Antoni Starr".

Guitar, basketball, scattered textbooks, and... a photograph.

In the photo, "Antoni Starr" is hugging his parents, laughing heartily.

"Anthony... Anthony..." Wu Yanzu picked up the photo frame and looked at the identical face in the mirror.

"Your life is truly... tragic."

He casually tossed the photo frame aside.

"But it's okay..."

He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked down at the city he had just saved.

"Your life is now in my hands."

The following month was the most pleasant time of Wu Yanzu's life.

In his previous life, he was a movie star who worked himself to the bone and schemed against others, but he was nothing more than a plaything of capital.

And now, he is capital itself.

The Starr Group is a long-established New York conglomerate with interests in real estate, energy, and biotechnology.

Anthony's parents, Edward and Martha, both died in a plane crash three years ago, leaving their enormous estate, along with a trust fund, to their only son.

Now, this "resurrected" successor has returned as a hero of "Homelander," a story so dramatic it's worthy of being written into textbooks.

The top-floor duplex of the Starr family in Manhattan's Upper East Side.

This place occupies three entire floors and includes a helipad and an outdoor swimming pool.

Wu Yanzu stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Central Park bathed in the morning light. He wore only an expensive silk robe and held a glass of priceless Romanée-Conti in his hand.

"This is what fucking life is all about," he said softly.

A few days ago, the legal team from the Starr Group and executives from trust funds lined up to see him.

"Mr. Anthony...this is your parents' after-tax inheritance document. You only need to sign here..."

From that day on, Wu Yanzu officially took control of everything this body could inherit—hundreds of billions of dollars in personal assets and absolute control of a group.

"System, I feel... fantastic right now." He gave a bright smile to his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Current popularity score: 7982301

Global Popularity Rating: Rising to Fame

Enhanced abilities: Steel Body (Planetary level), Thermal Vision (4000℃), Super Speed ​​(Mach 15)...

"Not enough." Wu Yanzu narrowed his eyes.

The benefits from the Battle of New York are almost exhausted.

The growth in popularity has gone from an "explosion" to a "trickle".

As a former movie star, he understands the power of generating buzz all too well.

Without consistent work and exposure, audiences will quickly forget you; popularity is a matter of progress or decline.

"Looks like it's time to 'open for business'."

He put down his coffee cup.

The next second, the red and blue uniform with a star-striped cape was already covering his body.

For the next two weeks, New Yorkers had a real eye-opener.

What the hell is this "sense of security"?

This is what we call a sense of security!

"Look! It's Homelander!"

"Oh my God, he's here again!"

Midtown Manhattan.

An out-of-control bus is screaming and hurtling toward the sidewalk; the driver is clearly unconscious.

Pedestrians scattered in terror.

At this critical moment, a red and blue figure appeared in front of the bus as if by teleportation.

It's not some fancy technique.

Wu Yanzu simply stood there, extending one hand.

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