The authorities stepped in—more precisely, the military and the Department of Defense acted together. The news was like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring wave after wave. It naturally drew the attention of countless lower-tier Superheroes, who came rushing toward this emerging tide of power with all manner of dreams and desires.
Such a large-scale gathering was like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky—brilliant and eye-catching. Naturally, it could not escape Vought International's sharp, greedy eyes.
Seven Tower, the towering giant standing at the heart of the city, was not only Vought International's headquarters but also a symbol of its power and dreams.
The building's name made it clear enough that "The Seven" was a core brand image meticulously crafted and heavily promoted by Vought.
Yet behind that glamorous facade lay secrets unknown to outsiders. To Vought, aside from Homelander—the extraordinarily powerful, almost mythical being—every other member of The Seven was merely a replaceable pawn, an expendable resource on its commercial map.
The true core of power was hidden on the ninety-ninth floor of this skyscraper. That was the heart of Vought International's decision-making.
Vice President Madelyn, a shrewd and capable woman, entered President Edgar Stan's spacious, luxurious office with a heavy investigation file in hand, her increasingly prominent pregnant belly held forward.
Edgar, once an up-and-coming figure in the industry, had now become an elderly man with graying hair and deep-set eyes. Thirty years of trials and tribulations had brought his experience and wisdom to unprecedented heights.
Madelyn gently placed the file on Edgar's desk. The word "Confidential" was printed across its cover, particularly conspicuous.
Edgar unhurriedly opened the file, his gaze moving through the lines as though every word contained endless information.
At first, all he saw were obscure Superheroes. Their names, abilities, and