Good Man

Oval Office.

"Whew..."

Inside the office, the president, vice president, secretary of state, secretary of the treasury, and more than a dozen other figures at the pinnacle of United States power watched the satellite footage of He-El defeating the Destroyer and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness He-El is all right."

"Thank God!"

"The path of the United States remains smooth."

"Good thing He-El is fine. Otherwise, who knows what we would have done about the impending crisis."

"We successfully avoided unrest. We should have a drink."

The vice president, secretary of state, secretary of the treasury, and the other senior officials relaxed, grateful that He-El was unharmed as smiles returned to their faces.

"You needn't worry, but things are a real headache on my end." The Secretary of Housing and Urban Development shook his head with a smile of troubled resignation.

He-El and the Destroyer had fought in central New York, affecting a ground area of two thousand meters and causing a certain degree of damage within a five-thousand-meter radius.

What kind of city was this?

New York!

A global metropolis.

Property prices in its center ranked among the highest in the world, at roughly twenty to fifty thousand dollars per square meter.

More than eight commercial skyscrapers over three hundred meters tall had been damaged here. The compensation alone would be enough to bankrupt several insurance companies.

The reconstruction planning, the economic losses from the destruction, and the groups involved made the entire process enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"It's still better than He-El dying outright," someone said with a hint of relief.

Compared with the benefits of He-El's continued existence and survival, the damage to central New York was hardly worth mentioning.

The Secretary of Housing and Urban Development's smile was