Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

When the Locke brothers raised their arms again, they began their meetings as usual, and the first topic of discussion was everyone's research on the cheat code.

Hogwarts Locke: "First of all, based on my research over this period of time, I have found that although the popularity value has been negative, it does not actually affect the use of basic functions. You can still earn money, but it is deducted from your earnings to pay off debts, so you can't spend it at all."

Pirate Locke: "I'm trying to learn Haki. I plan to learn Armament Haki before I leave the mountain, so I can't earn any money for now. But I've discovered that even if it's fixed, we can still exchange character cards because we're considered one person."

After the system's basic functions were restored, the Lockes each assigned their own character cards and officially began their role-playing.

One Piece's choice is a martial artist who pursues combat, a Street Fighter character known as the "Fruit Seller Old Man," Akuma.

Naruto Rock chose Fushiguro Megumi from the Jujutsu Kaisen world because he possessed the Ten Kage technique, which was suitable for the Nara clan's baby-like constitution.

As for Hogwarts Locke, he was quite special. He chose a character with extremely high growth potential, a very high ceiling, but a terrifyingly low floor.

The Faded One from the game Elden Ring, and also the last King of Elden.

Therefore, this has led to a rather awkward problem: popularity points are like experience points to them. Developing any character card requires a lot of popularity points, and developing characters like the King of Elden from Hogwarts Locke requires even more.

Therefore, the most urgent task now is to gain a large number of popularity points.

Locke in black robes: "I completed the mission before and captured two of Walt's superheroes. The popularity points I got were not much, one was 12 and the other was 18. In terms of strength, the former is stronger than the second. The only difference is that the other one is more famous. So I think I should start by getting more famous ones to earn popularity points."

Hogwarts Locke: "But that's still too few. We owe over two thousand, which means we need to arrest at least two hundred. Does Walter even have that many superheroes?"

Locke in black robes: "There really is. Walter has about 230 contracted superheroes. If we 'hunt' them according to the system's requirements, we can pay off our debts. But the problem is that it's not very realistic, so I have prepared a plan."

Upon hearing that Locke in black robes had a plan, everyone immediately perked up and asked:

"What plan?"

Locke in black robes didn't speak, but instead extended his hand. Everyone quickly took his hand and shared their memories and power.

After sharing his memories, Naruto Rock stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

"That is indeed a way. By replicating Garou's previous entrance, we might be able to make more progress beyond just gaining popularity points from the most basic hunts."

Locke in black robes: "Sigh, this system is useful, but it's too cruel. How can we earn more popularity points? What's the use of popularity points besides leveling up stars? After leveling up stars, will new forms be unlocked? We have no idea."

Pirate Locke: "There are gains and losses, at least we can exploit bugs now. Let's take it slow. But I think this is also an opportunity."

Thinking of everything the Black Robe had suffered, they not only felt the pain but also felt a surge of anger.

But then they thought of Locke's plan in black robes. If it really succeeded, they would not only be able to vent their anger, but they might also be able to pay off all their debts at once.

Thus, the three Lockes reached an agreement as their gazes met.

[Popularity value changed]

【40→76】

【76→138】

Looking at his increased popularity rating, the black-robed Locke felt a warmth in his heart, while the Naruto Locke gave him a thumbs up, mimicking a certain green-skinned, tight-fitting pervert, and said with a smile:

"Keep going, we want to see rivers of blood."

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"Is Homelander throwing a party?"

"Yes, the celebration of the superhuman victory will be held at Vought Tower, and only superhumans are allowed to participate; humans are not permitted to attend."

"Have you heard? Homelander is throwing a party at Vought! A lot of old fogies have been invited; it's practically a blood feud."

"What? A new seven-person team is being selected? Queen Maeve and Starlight have been kicked out?"

"Xuanse was expelled? Did that incident have such a big impact? What was the PR department doing?"

"The G-Men are going too? And the Youth League of America, the Elementals? What is Voughty up to? Is he trying to wipe out all the superheroes?"

The more Vought's former vice president Legend thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He made one phone call after another—from Vought's old colleagues to acquaintances in other superhero groups—and the answers were all the same: Vought was planning something big.

Given his qualifications and connections, he should have joined in and gotten involved in a scene of this caliber. But for some reason, he felt an inexplicable unease, like a thorn pricking him, and no matter how he looked at it, something just didn't feel right.

His suspicions were finally confirmed when he gleaned some information from an old friend on the board: Homelander had openly stood up for Stan and demanded that the board revote on Stan's temporary leave of absence.

Although Homelander is arrogant and naive, he is by no means stupid enough to do such a thing. You should know that he was the one who brought down Stan before. What is the difference between this and his left and right brain fighting each other?

Therefore, Walter's recent unusual behavior must be due to some unknown changes stirring things up behind the scenes.

At this moment, his innate businessman's keen sense of smell was screaming wildly, and he kept repeating the same thought: there's a problem, there's definitely a problem.

With this in mind, he dialed another number for an old acquaintance of Walter's without hesitation. As soon as the call connected, without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point:

"Hey, Tyk, get in touch with Stan for me, I need to talk to him if I need anything... Oh, and one more thing, could you also give me the tickets to tomorrow's party... It's such a lively party, I definitely want to join in."

Legend hung up the phone, his heart feeling like a wad of wet cotton, a chaotic and suffocating mess. He held a cigar between his fingers, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke rings rapidly and densely. The pungent taste of nicotine rushed into his throat, but it did nothing to quell the frustration in his heart. He could only keep smoking, letting the cigarette butt accumulate long ash.

The doorbell rang suddenly at the door, a light, tinkling sound. At first, he didn't bother to answer it, curled up on the sofa and not moving, assuming it was just a delivery person who had come to the wrong door.

But the person outside showed no sign of leaving. The doorbell rang more and more frequently, the rhythm quickening. It went from a single ring to a rapid-fire barrage. The ringing sounds hit the door and bounced back into the house, making the person's temples throb.

Legend finally lost his temper, sat bolt upright, and yelled at the door, "I didn't order takeout! Get lost!"

But before he could finish speaking, the apartment's solid wood door was kicked open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall and causing plaster to flake off. The group burst through the door, and when the leader appeared, Legend's pupils contracted sharply, he nearly dropped his cigar, and froze on the spot, even his breath catching in his throat.

"Soldier boy?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Hey, Legend." The soldier boy casually waved his sawdust-covered hand, dusted himself off, and acted as if he were just dropping by. "Got any powder? Give me some."

With that, he walked straight to the sofa next to Legend and sat down. The Butcher behind him leaned against the door frame, gave him a forced smile as a greeting.

Legend's mind went blank for a moment. He thought he was hallucinating from smoking too much and had encountered a ghost. He rubbed his eyes and checked repeatedly. That angular face, that arrogant expression—it was clearly the soldier boy who had been dead for decades. Only then did he belatedly realize—this man was not dead at all.

"Fuck! You're not dead?! And you brought this pile of dog shit to my house to wreak havoc?!" Legend suddenly came to his senses, pointed at the butcher and cursed, his tone filled with shock and anger.

The butcher glanced at him, too lazy to argue. He was only there to keep an eye on the soldier boy, to prevent the old man from causing any trouble on a whim.

As for the soldier boy, he didn't care at all. He sank deeper into the sofa, crossed his legs, and had the same carefree attitude as when he was at the height of his fame at Walter.

"It was this piece of shit in your mouth that pulled me out of that hellhole in Russia," he said casually, tapping his knee with his fingertip. "So I agreed to do him a favor and kill someone."

"Kill someone?" Legend's voice suddenly rose, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. He almost blurted out, "Homelander?"

Seeing the soldier boy nod casually, Legend's mind suddenly cleared. All the doubts that had been swirling in his mind—Walter's unusual actions, Homelander's bizarre behavior, and the Butcher's sudden visit—were now strung together like scattered beads, and all the causes and consequences became terrifyingly clear.

He sprang up from the sofa with a movement so fast it was unbelievable for an elderly man with a prosthetic leg. He reached out and yanked off the fastener of his left prosthetic leg with a sharp "click," the cold metal prosthesis falling firmly into his hand. He hissed through gritted teeth, each word distinct:

"What...what are you trying to do?!"