After hearing Wade's words, The Intermediary suddenly gave a strange smile. Then, they said to Wade, "Wade, I once carefully analyzed you and summarized why audiences like you."
Although The Intermediary had been set up by Andrew and was on the verge of going mad, they were still a Big Boss-level figure. They still possessed the wisdom, vision, and abilities they should have had.
"Obviously because I'm handsome. What else could it be?"
Wade shrugged and said with utter confidence, "Whether you're an actor or a comic book character, the most important thing is being handsome. As long as you're handsome enough, you'll definitely have fans.
In the past, most villains were ugly, evil, and sinister—the kind that scared children. While that did fit their character settings, it didn't bring movies any extra box office revenue, nor could it sell much merchandise.
So later, capitalists made villains extremely handsome, or at least distinctive. In any case, they used all kinds of methods to make them more charming. That not only increased box office revenue, but also brought movies more fans and more benefits.
In short, being handsome really can put food on the table."
Wade wasn't entirely wrong. Forget serious movies—even in comedies, the protagonist still needed to be fairly handsome. This world was ultimately one that judged by appearances.
"You really were handsome before you were disfigured."
The Intermediary glanced at Wade's new body beside them and said, "However, most of the time, you wear a mask, and beneath it is a disfigured face.
So people don't like you because you're handsome. They like you because you're unique, completely unlike traditional superheroes. You're witty and funny, have no bottom line, swear constantly, and always make people burst out laughing."
"I do have all the strengths you mentioned, but the