Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"what happened?"

Yang Bo walked to the pool and looked at Tanjiro, whom he hadn't seen for a month.

Not only did his health bar double, but his aura also became much stronger. Even the little rhinoceroses that couldn't see him would instinctively stay away from his location.

"good."

"grown ups."

Tanjiro knelt respectfully on the ground and bowed. Yang Bo simply used his "psychic power" to help him up with a thought.

"I don't like it when my own people kneel down. Tanjiro, how's it going in Soul Society? Have you had to deal with that old man's rudeness?"

Tanjiro shook his head repeatedly, looking as if he was afraid that Yang Bo would cause trouble in the Soul Society: "No, no, although the teacher is strict, it's all for the sake of teaching."

Yang Bo reached out and patted Tanjiro's head, laughing, "As long as you learn the skills, that's enough."

Kisuke Urahara stood up and said seriously, "Aizen has been arranging for Hollows to harass the Soul Society and the Human World recently. I suspect he is planning something big."

Yang Bo chuckled softly, looking at Urahara Kisuke:

"Big things? He's obsessed with becoming a god. Whatever schemes or tricks he may have, they're all for the sake of becoming a god."

"He keeps arranging Hollows to harass the Soul Society and the human world, at most to test Hollows and conduct experiments for the upcoming Espada."

"You've come at the right time. A month has passed. I'll bring you back a captain-level Shinigami as a tuition and living allowance for Tanjiro."

Upon hearing about tuition and living expenses, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If those captains knew why you sent them back, they would probably give Tanjiro a good beating, otherwise it would be a waste of your tuition fees."

"Normal training is fine."

Yang Bo patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "But if it's malicious retaliation, I don't mind going over there again and giving them a good beating."

In an instant, many unspoken solutions flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.

"Manager, I recently awakened a superpower. Try resisting and see if it works."

"Oh?"

Seeing Yang Bo's eager expression, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but become curious as well.

"What superpower?"

"You'll find out soon enough, so start sharing this!"

Kisuke Urahara stood there without feeling anything, and Yang Bo sighed with slight disappointment.

"Alright, my superpowers are useless against you."

Kisuke Urahara's body is a cyborg; no matter how similar it may be, it is still a cyborg. His true form, however, is his soul.

Neither of them had the concept of "poop".

"That's it? So fast?"

"What are you saying? What kind of talk is that!"

Yang Bo held Urahara Kisuke's hand:

"Come on, follow me to the toilet. I'll show you what a toilet god of war is all about!"

Kisuke Urahara was taken aback at first, but quickly recovered: "Wait, boss, what's your superpower?"

"The art of controlling poop."

"Boss, I was wrong."

With Kisuke Urahara's intelligence, countless uses for the feces control technique immediately came to mind, some of which even he, a scientist, found unbearable.

"You think it's over just because you made a mistake? Go back and explain things first. Tomorrow, come with me to the world of The Boys. You'll play the role of a supervillain and show Homelander that he's not invincible. Then I'll step in and help him out."

Little patriot, I will make sure his life is planned out perfectly.

However, before that, he needs to learn all the holy spells, or at least record those cool spells in his spellbook.

Chapter 322 Don't worry, I'm here!

The Vought International Group held an emergency press conference, which was broadcast live across the United States with all media present and flashing lights.

Walter Vice President Madeline stood on the stage, a smile of excitement on her face:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, welcome to the Hero Launch Event hosted by Water International."

The Seven are the world's most powerful and dazzling superhero team, the crown jewel of Vought International, and a symbol of the nation's hope.

"It's a great pity that our admirable member, Locomotive, has reached his physical limit due to prolonged high-speed running. The doctor advised him not to continue such strenuous activity. However, he did not forget his original intention to protect the citizens, so he introduced a hero who can take his place, or even be more powerful!!"

Homelander stepped out from behind the curtain, and instantly, a thunderous roar erupted from below. He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling.

He took the microphone from Madeline.

"It is a great honor for me, on behalf of the group of seven, to welcome the Angel of Judgment."

The locomotive sacrificed his health for the team, and we will always respect him.

But the torch of heroes must always be passed on.

Upon hearing the name of the Angel of Judgment, everyone below fell silent for a moment, followed by a chorus of discussions.

Because of Yang Bo's image.

The Water Group hasn't released a single clear picture in the past two days, only some silhouettes in the dark.

Justice may be delayed, but judgment will eventually come.

Now, let us welcome—the Angel of Judgment!

boom--

The lights around the press conference went out instantly, startling the people in the audience, but they soon saw the figure descending from the sky.

"Look at the sky!"

"Wow—an angel!!!"

"My God, is this the new hero, the Judgment Angel?!"

Holding the "Book of Vishanti," Yang Bo slowly descended from the sky, his golden wings fluttering. The sacred battle armor he wore emitted a faint golden light.

He flew for a full minute from a height of just a few dozen meters before landing on the stage.

All the lights in the venue went out, except for a beam of pure white light that pierced through the dark dome and precisely locked onto the center of the stage.

At this moment, Yang Bo is the center of attention.

Tens of thousands of audience members and countless media reporters fell silent, and the previously noisy discussions and camera shutter sounds all stopped.

Everyone stared blankly up at the figure that seemed to be a god descending from heaven, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

Madeline stood to the side, her smile growing even wider, her eyes filled with satisfaction. This was the unique, top-tier hero image that Walter had always wanted.

Yang Bo raised his hand and gently took the microphone. The gilded Book of Vishanti floated and rotated quietly beside him, surrounded by holy light, creating an atmosphere that instantly exploded across the entire live broadcast in the United States.

"I am the Angel of Judgment, and I am glad to see you all here."

"First of all, I want to thank Homelander, the strongest and most responsible superhero in the Seven."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light fell on the people of the motherland.

"He showed me what a hero should do through his actions, and he also taught me how to face one's own abilities squarely."

With great power comes great responsibility.

Yang Bo's voice was steady and clear, carrying through the sound system to every corner of the venue. It was clean and sincere, without any of the empty enthusiasm that was just for show.

"This statement is not empty talk or a slogan; it is a fact that I have personally witnessed from the people of my motherland since I set foot here."

Many people only see his power and his ability to be the center of attention and stand above all others.

But have you ever considered that although he possesses the power to overturn everything, he has never chosen to indulge in power or seek pleasure. Instead, day after day, he guards the skies above this city, shielding countless ordinary people from darkness and disaster.

These few words directly pierced through all the superficial filters, revealing a genuine empathy and absolute recognition that no one on the entire internet has ever given to the people of the motherland.

On stage, Homelander, who was originally just smiling politely, started to smile with a stiff expression.

To be honest, he was a little vulnerable.

If it weren't for the fact that he was on this stage under the spotlight, he would have burst into tears.

"And I will follow in his footsteps and become a true hero."

The audience was deeply moved, and applause rose and fell, growing ever more enthusiastic.

The people of the motherland straightened their backs, and a genuine smile, emanating from their hearts and without any pretense, unconsciously spread across their faces.

That laugh was absolutely fucking ugly.

However, no one except him cared about that smile.

"Actually, we are not the real heroes. You who support us silently are the real heroes."

Madeline looked at Yang Bo with shining eyes.

"A talent like yours is wasted on being a hero; the propaganda department is where you truly shine."

She took the microphone and was about to speak.

A frivolous voice came from the speakers:

"To possess such immense power and yet still care about the life or death of ants, how hypocritical."

Homelander's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the figure holding a cane in the air.

Everyone present looked up at the sky.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Kisuke Urahara, a messenger of the Pantheon. I am here to give you so-called superheroes a warning."

Kisuke Urahara slowly drew his Zanpakuto from his cane.

"Remember, an ant is still an ant."

With a gentle wave of his hand, a pale blue sword aura suddenly flew towards the stage.

Without hesitation, the man from the motherland took to the sky and shattered the sword energy with his own fists.