Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Wade scrambled over to hug him.

"roll!"

Ah Zu turned and kicked to the side in disgust.

"Bang!"

Wade flew out like a red ball and landed precisely in a trash can that was still burning.

"Ah—! My butt's on fire! Oh—my poor brother!!"

Just then, upon learning of the return of their compatriots, various media outlets rushed through the distant cordon like madmen.

"Charge!!"

Reporters from major media outlets and anchors with their mobile phones flooded into Times Square.

Long guns and short cannons were instantly aimed at the heroes in the ruins.

The flashes of light were continuous, turning the night into day.

"Mr. Stark! What was that black monster we just saw?!"

"Captain! Captain! Look this way! What are your thoughts on this global crisis?!"

"Deadpool! Can you put your pants on?!"

Facing the camera, the trainees, who had been slumped on the ground, suddenly sat up as if they were dying, straightening their backs and striking the coolest poses.

This is the most basic quality Ashley taught them to be Walter heroes.

However, when the camera focused on Azu, the scene fell silent instantly.

He stood there, spotless, his cloak billowing slightly, a stark contrast to the disheveled state of those around him.

All the microphones were pointed at him.

"Homelander! You destroyed the alien warplanes! You took down the alien leader! You saved the world once again!"

"What would you like to say about this crisis?"

"Wait a minute, I have something to say."

A calm voice interrupted the reporter's question.

Steve Rogers slowly stood up under everyone's gaze.

He was covered in scars and his uniform was tattered, but his leadership qualities were unmatched.

He walked up to Azu and, under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, extended his hand.

"I want to thank you, Fatherlander."

Steve's voice was solemn and serious. Although there was a bit of showmanship involved, he knew Azu and took it as a way of repaying him.

"If it weren't for your plan, if you hadn't given these kids courage and confidence, we wouldn't have won today."

"You saved this city." Steve looked into Azu's eyes. "You're a hero."

"Snap—!!!"

This scene was frozen in time.

The spiritual leader of the Avengers pays tribute to the leaders of Vought International.

This was more than just a handshake; it felt like a passing of the torch.

Azu grasped Steve's hand, a humble and moved expression on his face.

"No, Captain."

He turned around to face the heroic cadets who were watching him.

"Look at that monster," Azu said, pointing at the lump of flesh, his voice deep and powerful.

"That was an enemy that even the gods could not defeat. But you, with your mortal bodies, tore him apart."

"This is the beast within you, the rage to protect your homeland."

"It's the courage to charge forward even knowing you'll die!"

"You..." Azu looked around at everyone, "...are the true heroes."

"Whoosh—!!!"

There was thunderous applause.

System notification sounds echoed in Azu's mind.

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +8000! (From Steve Rogers)"

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +6000! (From Tony Stark)"

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +5000! (From Pietro Maximov)"

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +5000! (from Angela Taylor)"

"Ding! Special popularity points gained +2000! (From Wade Wilson)"

"Ding! Special popularity points have been gained..."

Ah Zu stared at the rows of numbers flashing on the panel, especially the last summary line:

Current Special Popularity Value: 98500

He could no longer contain his excitement.

"Beep beep—beep beep—"

The ambulance siren, a century late, finally sounded.

"Remember to arrange a private room for me! And with a nurse! A pretty nurse!"

"Don't touch my face! I'm going to be on TV!"

Amidst the chaos and jeers, the heroes who had just saved the Earth were loaded into ambulances like a group of high school students who had just finished a brawl.

……

Outside the atmosphere, an invisible spaceship is quietly departing.

Dark Elf Mothership.

Silence fell over the bridge as the remaining hundreds of dark elves stared blankly at the replay on the holographic screen.

In the scene, their invincible leader Malekith is thrown into a volcano and turns to ashes, while their strongest warrior, Argolim, is brutally beaten into oblivion by a group of Midgards.

Faith has collapsed.

Fear is spreading.

"We...we're finished." A lieutenant knelt on the ground in despair. "The Aether is lost, His Majesty is dead...we are the last souls of the Dark World."

"Who's finished speaking?"

An elegant voice came from above the command platform.

The elves suddenly looked up.

A man dressed in a dark green battle robe and wearing a golden double-horned helmet was sitting in the command seat that originally belonged to Malekith, toying with an exquisite dagger in his hand, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"It's that Asgardian!"

"Kill him!"

Several dark elves were about to rush up.

"Wait." Loki raised his hand to stop them, and the alien warriors instinctively stopped in their tracks.

"Kill me? And then what?"

Loki stood up and slowly walked down the steps, his gaze sweeping over each dark elf.

"And then wander the universe? Waiting for Asgardian armies to hunt you down? Or... be exiled forever in this cold universe, homeless?"

The dark elves looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You have lost your leader, you have lost your direction," Loki's voice was full of seduction. "You are like a flock of lost lambs."

"And me..."

Loki opened his arms wide, speaking with great enthusiasm.

"...I can give you a new direction."

"I can take you to a place beyond Asgard's reach, where we can rebuild our glory and take revenge on those arrogant gods."

"Think about it, Malekith may be dead, but he left behind this ship and this army."

"What you need is just a new... king."

Loki pointed to his temple and smiled like a devil.

"A mind that is smarter than Malekith and knows better how to survive in this cruel universe."

"This ship..." Loki's hand stroked the cold control panel, "...can do so much."

The dark elves fell silent.

This is the instinct for survival.

A few seconds later, the first dark elf lowered his weapon and knelt on one knee.

Then came the second, the third...

Until everyone knelt before Loki.

Loki watched this scene, his smile widening.

"very good."

He sat back down in the command seat, gazing at the deep starry sky.

"set sail."

……