Dreams and Reality

"Another troublemaker."

None of the students present, including Ron, were surprised by Butcher's words.

The classification has now reached a certain point.

There are fewer than 5 people left.

They also understood what "troublemaker" referred to.

This mostly refers to the injection of [Compound V], a superpower that is only useful as an auxiliary ability for students.

In this case, not only should their most prominent feature—superpowers that can only be used as auxiliary functions—be tested, but physical tests should also be conducted.

The core of the Boys Universe revolves around Homelander and [Compound V]. Under Basil's dream invasion and Basil deliberate manipulation, they have also received an epic boost.

Most users of [Compound V] are able to join the ranks of heroes thanks to the invulnerability, Superman strength, and rapid recovery speed granted by this drug.

Ron seems to be in the same situation right now.

"Venom. So it's the Spider. Let's test your toxicity first."

Ron bared his fangs and spat Venom onto the metal disc handed to him by the robotic arm.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle~

"This is metallic iridium! Even aqua regia can't affect it!" Butcher retorted. "You really think this is just Venom? With this alone, you're at least a B-rank hero, good enough for the hero class."

"Wait, this thing of yours won't ejaculate during orgasm, will it? If so, you'll have to go to the weapons department and spend a lot of money to customize a pair of gloves."

"No way!" Ron was extremely uncomfortable with this. What kind of serious professor would bring up that kind of thing so casually? Most importantly, he noticed that several girls subconsciously took a step back from him.

It even includes Emma!

Hey!

Hey boy, why are you backing out!

I like men!

"Analysis complete." With a mechanical voice, Butcher picked up the tablet to check, and couldn't help but glance at Ron several times. "Holly shit! One ten-millionth of a milligram of your Venom could kill an African elephant. Your Venom is enough to kill any Superman except for Soldier Boy and Homelander."

"You haven't used it to poison anyone, have you?"

"No." Ron felt a little guilty. He immediately thought of Shang-Chi, who had Dragon Blood. No wonder he died so quickly; it turned out to be so poisonous.

"That's good. Congratulations. You're about to achieve financial freedom. Those bastards in the Equipment Department will definitely come after you for your Venom and the antibodies against Venom that you're sure to have in your blood."

Hearing these words, Ron couldn't feel happy, and even more people backed away from him.

"Do we need to continue? More detailed tests will be covered in later lessons."

"This kind of test is more private."

"You're already good enough to be classified as an A-level hero. No matter how strong your physical abilities are, it won't make you an S-level hero."

"On the contrary, it will reveal more information about you."

Because he was also planning to buy some Venom from Ron to make special bullets, Butcher became a little more talkative.

"No thanks." Ron jumped off the stage dejectedly.

Emma Mayer, Class B Hero, Hero Class.

"Categorization complete."

"Pick up your campus cell phones; you'll need them for meals, accommodation, class schedules, and external communications."

"Each of you has been given 1,000 Credit Points, enough for your food, clothing and other necessities for a semester."

"But I suggest not using it for daily life, as the school provides plenty of free food, drinks, and snacks."

"Each student receives a set of school uniforms, and the matching shoes and socks are self-cleaning and bulletproof."

"If you really want to buy something, you can also apply to the purchasing department through online shopping, attaching your overseas bank account details."

"Credit Points have stronger purchasing power and can buy many things that cannot be bought with real currency."

"Its increase can only come from your performance in the course and from your deals with the school."

Listen carefully!

"I'm saying all this today because several of you are S-class."

"In previous years, many people who spent money recklessly ended up crying and sobbing after realizing the value of their money."

"Well then, bye-bye, kids."

Ron stared in disbelief as the man walked directly into the elevator that emerged from the platform, and then disappeared along with the elevator and the platform. "He just left like that. He just gave us his phone."

He held the small, transparent card in his hand in disbelief.

It's not that high-tech.

Instead, it's a treasure book in the Magic Immortal World, resembling a normal touchscreen phone; in the Starry World, it's directly bound to consciousness; and in the Merlin Universe, thanks to alien technology, it's a bracelet—a virtual screen pops up in front of you that you can control when your brainwaves are activated.

The little card was neither here nor there, leaving Ron completely at a loss as to how to handle it.

"Just stick it on your hand," Emma reminded. "Tear off the film and stick it on wherever you find it convenient. It uses our bioenergy directly, so the energy consumption is very low. It can also absorb solar energy and does not need to be charged."

Noticing that Emma was standing far away and even seemed to be backing away as he approached, Ron, exasperated, stuck the card onto the hand with the silver emblem.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, I am your intelligent assistant."

"It spoke!" Ron looked in surprise at the back of his hand where a two-dimensional image of a chibi robot had appeared.

"You don't have to speak. Only you can hear my voice."

"Is that so?" Ron thought to himself, feeling much better.

"Yes, you can tell me anything, and I will remind you of your schedule."

A thought flashed through my mind, "Um, can it be changed? I mean, can it be changed like this?"

Seeing Harley on the back of his hand, Ron blushed. "Change it to Harry."

"Yes."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly tensed up again, "You can't read minds, can you?!"

He recalled his father's words, "Never trust anything you can think of until you see where its brain is hidden."

"I can only receive the information you want to convey to me. You can search for 'Brainwave Communication Technology' written by [The Sage], which contains the corresponding principles. You can also turn on public mode, in which others can hear me, and I cannot communicate with you via brainwaves. You can also put me into sleep mode, switch to manual mode, or tear me off when you feel you need privacy."

"Real?"

"It's true," Magneto said as he approached.

"You can read minds?" Ron took a step back.

"Because you wear everything on your sleeve." Magneto was speechless. "My ability is essentially the manipulation of magnetic fields. Thanks to my friend who is good at Mind Stone, I am very sensitive to being read and controlled. I can sense how it communicates with me through brainwaves. Things we consider secrets will not be revealed to it."

"I am the expert in this field," Loki materialized from thin air. "The brat is right."

"Kid?" Magneto raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't I say that?" Loki shrugged. "I'm over a thousand years old, you mortal brat."

"We should go get our school uniforms." Peter walked over and pointed to the back of his hand. "Harry said that way?"

"Harry?" Ron immediately looked at Peter.

"He's my best friend, and I was going to use Mary Jane," Peter said. "Wait, you guys haven't discovered yet that you can customize the avatar and voice of your smart assistant, have you?"

Magneto and Loki exchanged a glance, then both eagerly looked at the back of their hands.

Professor X, with his long hair, was instantly replaced by Thor, the chibi robot.

Magneto, however, was slower to act. He seemed to have other appearances he wanted to choose, but in the end he changed to Professor X.

And Ron.

"Of course I've found out! Show me what your Harry looks like."

The fact that Peter's name was the same as the Peter he knew, and that they were both contractors of the [Spider Totem], made him suspect that their universes were very similar.

And he also liked Mary Jane.

Now that Harry has joined the fray, and Harry's best friend is Peter, Ron has completely lost his temper.

How could you do that!

Harry's best friend should be Ron Weasley!

"Not the black-haired, green-eyed Harry."

Ron has already decided that this is Harry's alternate-world counterpart; after all, Peter looks different, so it's normal for Harry to look different too.

"You know me and Harry?" It was so obvious, it was hard for Peter not to notice.

Ron nodded. "My roommate is also Peter Parker. Except for not being able to shoot silk, he has the same abilities as you. His aunt is also named May Parker. He also had a crush on Mary Jane. Harry is our mutual roommate, but of course, he and I are closer."

"You liked her?" Peter frowned, realizing he hadn't been with Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane doesn't like you," Ron blurted out. "You ended up with Michelle Jones."

Peter murmured the name "Michelle Jones," thinking that once he got back, besides pursuing Mary Jane, he would also look around for someone with that name.

Go back?

Uncle Ben!

Where is my Uncle Ben?

"He died long ago," Ron said bluntly, never one to mince words.

Magneto and the others standing nearby had very complicated expressions. They were all wondering how Ron had managed to grow up without being killed.

"What!" Peter's body trembled violently.

"You don't need to worry," Ron said, completely oblivious to the situation. "Your aunt has found a better match—our headmaster. He's incredibly handsome and the strongest being in our universe."

Loki began to observe Peter closely.

He already knew that Ron's world also had Asgard, and that the headmaster of this magic school, which was even stronger than his father, had been captured by a widow. How beautiful she must be.

"What!" Peter incredulously. "You mean my aunt?"

As he spoke, he had already projected his aunt's image onto his smart assistant. Although she wasn't ugly, and it was clear that she must have been quite pretty when she was young, she already had a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

"Who is that beauty?" Not far away, [Soldier Boy] stopped.

"Get out of here!" Having finished, Li Lin, the Homelander had encountered the "Soldier Boy" who was there to pick up his youngest son, rolled his eyes and forcibly dragged him away. "You pervert!"

[Soldier Boy] never dared to offend his son, so he could only leave with a heavy heart, leaving behind the words, "Child, you don't understand. Although it's a bit dry, a beautiful woman is like fine wine, the older she gets, the more fragrant and mellow she becomes."

Magneto beside Peter were unaware of the commotion in the distance, and at this moment they showed the same expression as Li Lin when he saw a pervert.

Magneto swallowed hard. "Ron, the principal you're talking about must be a handsome old man of the same age, right?"

"What the hell!" Ron also projected the image of Aunt May that he had seen before. "This is the real May Parker."

Peter rubbed his eyes, looking closely again and again. "This is my aunt from another universe? So beautiful! So young!"

Magneto, being of the same age, spoke up fairly, saying, "Your auntie certainly still retains her charm."

Inside the room at the base of the giant silver cube, a person wearing headphones shifted their gaze from the screen.

"Breast milk, why not just call in the backstage and listen to what they're saying?" Frenchie chimed in from the side.

As the sound of air being pierced flashed by, the A-Train appeared out of thin air. "I suggest you don't. Four of these seven people are S-level, and their weight is very high. The [The Boys Designer] will find your trace."

"I also advise against it." Butcher stepped out of the elevator. "Mallory's orders are for us to behave ourselves. Isn't this world a wonderful place? Her grandson is still alive, and you're still married and have a decent job."

Although he mentioned other people's names, he was mainly looking at Frenchie.

The same applies to others.

"Don't fucking look at me," Frenchie said. "I fucking don't care! This world is what's real!"

"If it were that so-called real world, my father had bipolar disorder and wanted to smother me to death with Katy comforter when I was ten years old."

"I killed Mallory's grandson and murdered Colin's family."

"And now? I'm a fucking superhuman, I'm not addicted to drugs, I'm married to Colin, and my father doesn't have bipolar disorder. It's fucking wonderful!"

"I hope so," the A-Train said coldly.

He also hopes to maintain the status quo.

As a Black man, my father didn't run away, and my mother didn't die.

His competitors' shockwaves weren't as fast as his.

He is the fastest person in this world, even without using [Compound V].

His girlfriend, the "Monet St. Croix," is alive, and they can openly and legitimately marry.

[Homelander] doesn't mock him; he's a qualified leader.

Most importantly, he genuinely enjoys being a real hero, not a packaged commodity under the spotlight.

"Then why did you say that?" Butcher pressed.

"I just hope someone can surpass Homelander and kick him out of the Seven," Frenchie said.

"I think it's more than that, Frenchie, I'm not talking about you." Butcher looked at the breast. "You have to remember, it was just a dream. Your grandfather wasn't accidentally killed by the Soldier Boy. Let him go, and let yourself go too."

"I can't forget it." The mother's voice was low, but it revealed an unprecedented determination. "I grew up in Harlem, in a brownstone house, surrounded by my family. There were my grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins."

"One night, it was noisy outside. I looked out the window and saw [Soldier Boy]."

"He caught several boys who wanted to drive Mercedes-Benz cars."

Butcher took a deep breath. "We all know the story. He got high and threw the Mercedes right at your house. You woke him up to see the grandfather of 'Soldier Boy,' and he died. The front of the car was only 15 centimeters away from you."

"But your grandfather is still alive, he is real."