Without the leaders of these countries, no matter how sensational this tournament was, it would only be a civilian event. But now, its significance was entirely different.
The World's First Mutant Tournament had now become an event watched by the entire world, much like the Olympics—and it was an event built single-handedly by Hawking.
Even if he made no deliberate effort to expand the Hero Alliance's influence in the future, its influence would continue to grow as the tournament was held once every three years.
The greater its influence, the more ability users would join, the more Super Heroes there would be, and the more profitable all the related industries would become. The more money there was, the better the treatment ability users received. This would form a virtuous cycle.
In the future, he only needed to focus on training in the Gravity Chamber and improving his strength. So long as no major accident occurred, the Hero Alliance could handle all the other trivial matters and eliminate his worries.
"Mr. Hawking, the weather today does not seem very good."
At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened. A patch of dark clouds blocked out the sunlight, and it looked as if rain might fall at any moment. The Minister of Defense reminded him with a hint of schadenfreude:
"The weather at sea changes at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, one should not be too hasty when doing things, or one may end up drenched like a drowned rat."
"A minor issue. Even if dark clouds blanket the sky, with me, Hawking, here, I'll clear it for miles around!"
Hawking raised a hand. On the surface, a streak of golden light shot into the sky, but secretly, he cast the Weather Spell.
In an instant, the dark clouds scattered, and warm