Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

New York, Manhattan.

The sky was no longer the sky, but a huge, oppressive black iron plate.

Malekith had absolutely no patience for playing cat and mouse games.

Once he confirmed that the woman with the aura of ethereal particles was indeed in this concrete jungle, he issued the sole command—

"Erase".

Tens of thousands of scythe-shaped fighter jets no longer attacked in a scattered manner; instead, they converged from all directions like a swarm of killer bees summoned by their queen.

They didn't dive, they didn't fight.

They simply hovered silently over every corner of Manhattan.

This stillness was even more suffocating than the previous bombardment.

From Central Park to Wall Street, from the Empire State Building to the Statue of Liberty.

Layer upon layer, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The entire city of New York was shrouded in gloom, with only the low hum of fighter jet engines audible.

"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

The deep, resonant energy sound, like a rusty saw, repeatedly tugged at the nerves of every New Yorker.

That was the sound of charging.

Thousands of dark cannon muzzles simultaneously lit up with a crimson light. That wasn't the starlight of hope; it was the eye of death.

"They want to... wipe New York off the map."

On the ground, Tony Stark tilted his head back, his visor open, revealing a face with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Jarvis... channel all your energy into the chest cluster cannon."

"Sir, the reactor temperature is currently too high. If we proceed with the launch, the reactor may explode due to overload."

"Then let's blow it up." Tony looked at the destructive light about to pour down from above, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Let's fight to the last moment."

Steve Rogers stands atop an overturned school bus, his shield covered in scorch marks.

He looked at the sky, clenched his fist, and his nails dug deeply into his palm.

Powerlessness.

This is an emotion that Captain America rarely experiences.

He could charge into Hydra's tanks, he could throw punches at alien armies, but faced with such devastating saturation attacks, the courage of mortals seemed so pale.

"Children, hide behind me."

These "superhero trainees," who were just moments before full of vigor, now finally understand the cruelty of war.

"As long as we're still standing, we haven't lost." Steve tightened his grip on the shield strap and said to the trembling superhero trainees behind him.

"If this is the end, then let us face it like warriors."

This was the only thing he could do.

Jessica Jones knelt amidst the ruins, the etheric particles within her body surging wildly due to the impending emotional turmoil.

The excruciating pain nearly made her lose consciousness, but she clung tightly to the ground, refusing to fall.

"That... bastard... isn't he coming yet...?" she squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, Wade Wilson was picking his teeth with a half-broken knife.

Wow, what a big show!

Wade looked up at the sky and even whistled.

"These special effects are way better than that movie crew that went around hacking their dads to pieces with lightsabers. But... shouldn't the director cut to this scene? Shouldn't there be some guy in red underwear coming out to save the world at a time like this? Oh wait, this guy over here doesn't wear underwear; he likes to hang out."

Despair spread like a plague through the city.

On the streets and alleys, whether it was civilians hiding in air-raid shelters or live streamers broadcasting on their phones, everyone looked up at the impending light of destruction.

No one cried out.

Because when fear reaches its extreme, one loses their voice.

until……

A boy named Peter Parker, his face covered in dust, stands on the lawn of Hunter Cape South Park in Queens, clutching a copy of Homelander comic book signed by Azu.

He looked at the sky, his small body trembling, but there was a stubborn belief in his eyes.

"Homelanders..."

The boy muttered to himself.

His voice was very soft, drowned out by the hum of energy charging.

"Homelanders!"

The boy raised his voice.

A homeless man nearby heard this and, as if grasping at a straw, shouted, "Homelander?"

Homelander!!

"Homelander!!!"

These three words seem to possess a kind of magic.

In this world shrouded in darkness, it is the only light.

The sounds began to converge.

It spread from Central Park to Fifth Avenue, and from Brooklyn to Queens.

The chat room exploded with comments.

There were no other words, only those rows and rows of neat, uniform characters, so many that they made your eyes dizzy—

【HOMELANDER!】

Homelanders!

Homelander!!

That was the cry of millions, a torrent of faith.

……

Vought Headquarters, Control Room.

Ashley stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the apocalyptic scene outside, her legs trembling violently.

But her hand remained firmly pressed on the control panel.

She is waiting.

She waited for the time the man gave her.

"5..."

She looked at the watch on her wrist; it was the countdown that Ah Zu had set before he left.

"4..."

The red light in the sky had become blindingly bright.

"3..."

The air began to scorch due to energy overload.

"2..."

Ashley closed her eyes, and with all her might, pressed the red play button.

"1!!"

"Sizzle—"

The current is connected.

On the top floor of the Starr Building, the array of sonar speakers covering the entire city was activated at full power at that moment.

At the same time, background music started playing on all Waters live channels across the United States.

The prelude begins.

The stirring, magnificent, hopeful, and powerful "Theme From Superman" resounded throughout the skies of New York!

"Thump thump thump—thump thump—thump!!"

The music reached its highest point at that moment.

"boom--!!!!!"

The atmosphere was torn apart.

No one could see what happened.

All people saw was a streak of red and blue light, like the Spear of Longinus shot from the depths of hell to heaven!

speed.

Extreme speed.

After the team was activated, his speed reached Mach 450.

Azu flew around the Earth, accumulating his kinetic energy to a terrifying critical point.

At this moment, he is a super warhead with the body of a god!

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff—!!!"

In that instant, the sky turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Azu's figure transformed into beams of death, crashing into the dense formation of fighter jets without any hindrance!

Wherever it passed, the fighter jets instantly disintegrated, exploded, and turned into a rain of fire that filled the sky.

In those few short seconds, a large chunk of the dark clouds that had been hanging over New York was forcibly wiped away!

The sky brightened.

That was the light of destruction.

It is also... the most expensive fireworks that the motherland has given to all mankind.

"hiss--"

The shockwave generated by the high-speed movement slowly dissipated.

Against the backdrop of a sky ablaze with fire and rain.

A figure slowly came to a stop in mid-air.

The three-colored cloak fluttered in the heat of the explosion.

His blond hair was impeccable, and his uniform was spotless.

He was suspended there, with burning wreckage beneath his feet and the dissipating haze above him.

As if premeditated, Walter's swarm of Hummingbird drones flew up behind him at this perfect moment.

The camera zooms in.

A view from behind.

That broad, solid back, seemingly capable of bearing the entire world.

Ah Zu slowly turned his head, his azure eyes looking at the camera, as if he were looking at everyone in front of the screen.

He smiled slightly and said softly:

"As long as I'm here..."

"...No one can take away your tomorrow."