Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the New Era of Water!"

The enormous stage slowly cracked open. Dry ice spewed out, and several accompanying drones were even scattering gold dust.

This is the official debut performance of the Super Seven.

"First, let's welcome—"

"He's as fast as a silver lightning bolt! A speed demon from Eastern Europe!"

"—Quicksilver!!"

A streak of silver light circled the arena three times in an instant, and the resulting wind pressure flipped up the skirts of all the girls in the front row.

Pietro Maximov stood in the center of the stage, right next to the absolute center position.

He changed into a new battle suit designed by Vought, made of a streamlined silver-gray material with an abstract lightning bolt symbol on the chest. His hair was styled in a roguish way, and a pair of cool goggles were worn on his forehead.

"Whoosh—" Pietro whistled at the camera, his eyes gleaming with a flirtatious look.

Actually, during the backstage makeup session, he and Joe argued for a full ten minutes over the name Quicksilver.

"A bullet? Seriously?" Pietro waved his hands at Azu's retreating figure. "That sounds like a condom brand, and bullets can't even catch my shadow!"

"No! I don't want to be called Bullet Head! I want to be called... Quicksilver. My name is Quicksilver, listen to me, Quicksilver!"

"Quicksilver?" Azu raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like an outdated surfing brand."

"Silver is my main color," Pietro insisted. "Either call it Quick Silver, or I'll run naked onto the stage. Anyway, I'm fast, so no one can see my bird."

"..." Azu stared at him for three seconds, then chuckled, "Whatever, just don't call yourself 'Quick Gunner,' that would be a blow to your female fan base. And one last piece of advice... you'd better stay away from Wade."

Now, standing on the stage, listening to the deafening chants of "Quicksilver! Quicksilver!", Pietro felt his blood boiling.

He looked down at the thousands of lights below the stage, the waving glow sticks, and the light boards with his name on them.

"Perhaps..." Pietro thought, "...Baron Strucker's mission isn't so urgent. This place is actually quite nice."

The host then continued announcing the program.

"She is the embodiment of fire, she is a star in the dark night! She wields the fire that Prometheus brought to mankind with unparalleled skill; she is—Angela, the Fiery Lady!!"

Angela rose from the platform, enveloped in dazzling flames, her fiery red leather outfit gleaming in the firelight. She blew a kiss to the camera, and a ball of fire exploded in the air, forming a heart shape.

Then came Fastball Robbie, who jumped out wearing his specially made bouncy ball armor. Although his movements were comical, his憨厚 (honest and simple) smile was very endearing.

Then there was the transparent man who was completely invisible under the lights. Although everyone could only see a microphone floating in the air, the audience still cheered in a very respectful manner.

"Hi everyone, I'm Shabi... Even though you can't see me, I've been watching you all... Uh, doesn't that sound a bit creepy?"

"Shut up, you idiot," Azu said through gritted teeth, maintaining his smile. "And you should stay away from Wade too!"

Everything was perfect, until...

Wade Wilson, dressed in a red and black bodysuit, slowly and laboriously pedaled out from the side of the stage on a pink Hello Kitty children's tricycle.

The entire audience was stunned for a second.

Then bursts of laughter erupted.

"Hi everyone! I'm Deadpool!" Wade greeted the camera while pedaling his tricycle. "I chose this name myself! It means, I might die, but I'll die on my way to serve you! Isn't that romantic? Although I wanted to call myself 'Big Cousin Wolverine,' the royalties for that name were too expensive!"

He rode to the center of the stage, pulled out a handful of rainbow candies from between his legs, and scattered them into the audience like flower petals.

"Eat up, sweethearts! This is Deadpool's love for you!"

Ashley covered her face backstage: "Oh my god... why did you sign him...?"

The grand finale was naturally the King and Queen.

Azu, holding Jessica's hand, descended from the sky.

Jessica's aloof expression, in contrast to Azu's sun-like smile, created a wonderful balance.

Homelander!!

"Treasure Heroine!!"

At this moment, the puzzle of the Super Seven is finally complete.

……

Northern New York State.

The original reality show training center has completed its renovation.

A brand new sign was erected at the entrance.

Vought Global Defense & Hero Operations

Abbreviation: VGD

This will be the largest superhero dispatch hub in the United States, and even the world.

This is not just a department; it's a signal.

This signifies that Vought's heroes are ready to intervene in the global security system.

The system notification sounded again the moment the nameplate was hung up.

"Host forces have been detected to have formally materialized and scaled up!"

"The Popular Idol Group module is officially launched!"

"Rules Explanation:"

"1. Contribution Mechanism: 10% of the personal popularity points earned by all officially registered heroes within your bound organization (VGD) will be automatically deducted and handed over to the host."

"2. Joint liability: If a member's popularity value drops to a negative number, or if a member dies, the system will deduct 30% of the member's historically accumulated popularity value from the host's current popularity value as a penalty."

Ah Zu paused slightly in the champagne cup.

"Anyway, it's all extra, so it's not a loss. But I still need to keep a closer eye on these brats in the future."

……

The next day.

Inside the huge command center, hundreds of operators were busy at work, and real-time police situations in various cities were flashing on the holographic map.

Ah Zu stood behind the glass curtain wall on the second floor, holding a glass of milk in his hand, looking at the busy scene below.

Steve Rogers stood beside him, dressed in casual clothes, holding an instructor employment contract in his hand.

"This place looks very professional." Steve had to admit that Vought was much more efficient than S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Of course." Azu took a sip of milk, leaving a ring of white milk stains on his lips, which he licked off with his tongue. "We're a private company, Steve. Private companies don't employ idlers, nor do they engage in bureaucracy."

"So, Captain, have you thought it through?"

"VGD..." Steve frowned slightly. "The name sounds like an insurance salesman."

"Names don't matter, what matters is the role." Azu sat down opposite him. "Steve, there are too many heroes these days. We've signed hundreds of those who didn't make it through the auditions and sent them all over the country."

"I can teach them how to win, how to smile in front of the camera, but I can't teach them how to live like a good person."

"And you, Captain," Azu patted Steve on the shoulder, "you need to tell them when to put their fists away and when to help an old lady cross the street."

"That's why I wanted you to be the head instructor."

"Any hero who fails your test can forget about getting a license and taking up the job."

Steve fell silent.

He looked at Ah Zu, even though he knew this man was full of empty talk.

But those words did indeed move him.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., superpowered individuals would be locked in a "refrigerator" or given special attention.

In Walter, although it is heavily commercialized, at least... they live in the sunlight.

If we can instill the right values ​​in these people...

"Alright." Steve sighed and held out his hand. "I'll take this job. But let me make this clear: if I don't think someone is fit to be a hero, even if he's your illegitimate son, I'll kick him out."

"Of course." Azu grasped his hand. "You're the instructor, you're in charge. Your annual salary will definitely satisfy you!"

"I don't need that much money."

"Then donate it to the Veterans Foundation."