Annie had truly never known about what Queen Maeve was talking about. Her eyes widened as she asked in disbelief, "Then what kind of superheroes are we?"
"Poor child, we are not superheroes."
Queen Maeve looked at Annie as if she were seeing her former self. "We're just a bunch of actors. To put it nicely, you could call us stars—superstars."
"I came here to be a superhero, not a star."
Annie said, completely unable to accept this. Vought's bottom line was even lower than she had imagined.
"But what Vought wants are stars—stars who can make them money."
Queen Maeve said, "We are basically Vought's products, so we have to listen to them. Otherwise, we'll only be discarded by them. Match Girl, grow up already. This isn't kindergarten. This is reality, a place called society."
With that, Queen Maeve headed toward the Analysis Department. Behind every superhero at Vought was a complete support team.
For example, the Analysis Department specialized in analyzing criminals for Queen Maeve. Then Queen Maeve would read the results from a screen, creating an image of intelligence.
This time, the criminal being captured was not fighting Queen Maeve and Starlight Annie, but Vought's support team. Queen Maeve and the others mainly served as thugs and actors.
How stupid did I have to be to choose to join The Seven?
Annie looked at the film crew beside her and could not help but smile bitterly. Just then, Andrew's voice sounded in her mind. "Don't be sad. Even if you hadn't joined The Seven, joining any other superhero team would have ended the same way. Bad money drives out good. Real superheroes simply can't hold on."
"You've made me even sadder."
Annie shook her head. "Is the adult world really this hopeless?"
"Yes, it really is this