Villain's Self-Cultivation

"Da da da da..."

The submachine guns roared as if venting, destroying everything in front of them.

"Hahaha..."

The high-pitched, manic laughter erupted with madness and power...

"Help! Someone save us..."

Amidst the wails of countless employees, a figure broke through the ceiling above everyone's heads and appeared in the center of the criminals amidst a cloud of dust.

"It seems you need a little help."

The figure was tall, strong, handsome, with a large F printed on his chest, exuding an aura of freedom.

"Don't ruin our fun, you freak in a costume."

The leading thug looked at the strong man who descended from the sky, his face full of indignation. As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand.

"Bang."

Before the thug could pull the trigger, the Superhero in the white tight suit flashed in front of him, bending the barrel of the gun.

"Shoot the hostages!"

The thug leader, seeing his damaged gun barrel, widened his eyes and roared at his subordinates to eliminate the hostages, seemingly intending to drag the Superhero down with him.

"Da da da da..."

Hearing their leader's command, a total of seven masked bandits simultaneously gripped their submachine guns and began firing wildly at the employees behind the counter. 💝😎  ✋👽

"My God..."

"Someone save us!"

"I don't want to die..."

"Ah!!!"

The unarmed employees, watching the bandits pull their triggers, covered their heads with looks of terror. Some screamed, others prayed!

"Boom!"

But in that instant, time seemed to stop. The terrified expressions on the faces of the bank employees turned into a series of frozen frames...

At this moment, the white-clad Superhero, who was confronting the thug leader, flashed and, in a brief moment, passed through the thugs to stand in front of the bank employees, gathering them all into his arms.

The next second, a hail of bullets rained down on his back!

"Ding ding ding..."

As countless bullets poured down, they struck the white-clad Superhero's back, splashing sparks!

"My God?!"

After the barrage of gunfire, the thugs stared with wide eyes at the unharmed white-clad Superhero. Their shock at this moment was not feigned; they were genuinely dumbfounded. Previously, whether cooperating with A-Train or The Deep, they had used special effects. This time, it was real-life bullet resistance...

"Are you all okay?!"

The white-clad Superhero stood up and gave the employees around him a sunny smile.

"We're okay..."

"Now it's time to deal with you guys..."

The white-clad Superhero turned around and smiled slightly at the group of thugs.

"Whoosh!"

The white-clad Superhero turned into an afterimage, instantly tossing all the thugs into the air.

"Pa pa pa..."

The next second, the thugs fell to the ground like dumplings, twitching and contorting their faces in pain and grimaces.

"It seems the enemies have been dealt with..."

The white-clad Superhero glanced at the twitching thugs on the ground and turned around, preparing to leave.

"Please, please tell us your name?"

Just as the white-clad Superhero was about to leave, the employees looked at his retreating back and asked.

"Heh..."

The white-clad Superhero smiled upon hearing this.

"Just call me Free Man!"

After speaking, the white-clad Superhero turned into a bolt of lightning and flew into the sky.

"Click!"

The director, after giving the white-clad Superhero a cool flying close-up with the camera, loudly announced the end of filming.

"How was the shoot?!"

Jupiter, the white-clad Superhero flying back, arrived beside the director and asked.

"Perfect! Jupiter, I dare say you're the most talented Superhero I've ever seen. With my experience, I'll give you two words: you'll be a star."

The director patted his chest. He swore he had never seen a Superhero with more screen presence than Jupiter. If someone like that didn't become famous, it would be a crime against nature.

"Listen to the promotional lines they designed for you: faster than A-Train, skin tougher than The Invisible Man, a Superhero who surpasses everything~ tsk tsk~"

"The last Superhero to receive such praise was Homelander. I can't wait to see the day you shine over Free Nation!"

The director rubbed his chin, looking at the promotional copy he held. His eyes narrowed slightly. These seemingly ordinary words were actually a signal. Faster than A-Train, skin tougher than The Invisible Man – this was equivalent to Jupiter stepping on the shoulders of two Superheroes to reach new heights.

And the line "a Superhero who surpasses everything" – did it mean Jupiter surpassed Homelander?! Although nothing was explicitly stated, it felt like everything was said. It was clear the Vought Family intended to use Jupiter's power to break the rigid mold of The Seven, which had always centered absolutely on Homelander. They planned to transform the original Homelander and his six lackeys into Homelander and Free Man Jupiter, along with their five followers. This was unprecedented, representing innovation while also signaling that perhaps it was time to pick a side…

Yes, the director could already imagine the fan wars between the fan groups of Jupiter and Homelander in the future…

Of course, whether Jupiter's fans won or Homelander's fans won, the Vought Family would be the ultimate victor!

When the common folk fight to the death, the old farmer smiles and reaps the greatest rewards!

This was Vought, the Vought Family, this was Free Nation…

"No, I won't just shine over Free Nation. My radiance will spread across the entire world!"

Jupiter patted the director's shoulder and said with a smile.

"..."

The director's eyes trembled as he listened to Jupiter's words. In terms of vision, Homelander and Jupiter were not just one dimension apart.

If Homelander was a child who gained superpowers, then Jupiter was a cunning and ambitious strategist…

"It seems there's no need to compete…"

The director lowered his head. He understood everything now. Perhaps this battle for the top spot in The Seven would end much faster than he imagined.

"Lights, camera, and an audience…"

Jupiter looked at everything before him and thought quietly. Perhaps his plan needed to change. While secretly eliminating Homelander was an option, it lacked impact. Under the spotlight, with all eyes on him, he could descend like a god at the moment Homelander began his frantic slaughter, saving the brainwashed Free Nation citizens persecuted by the Vought Family. Using the suspension bridge effect, he could not only destroy Homelander openly but also gain a group of fans who saw him as an omnipotent god on Earth. This would allow Jupiter to advance significantly towards his set goal.

"Admiration is the furthest distance from understanding…"

"No one cares about my true self; they only want to see the perfect image they've imagined of me…"

Having figured it out, Jupiter smiled slightly and walked towards Vought. He was going to find Homelander to have a talk, to praise him thoroughly.

Yes, Jupiter wasn't going to cause trouble, but to praise Homelander to death. When we find an idiot, we should never confront them; we must indulge them and elevate them into a complete idiot!

We don't fear Ancestor Person's divine power, nor do we fear Ancestor Person charging around recklessly. What we fear is Ancestor Person having thoroughly studied "The Actor's Self-Cultivation," and coincidentally, Jupiter had read a bit of it…

Meanwhile, Starlight, who had replaced Lamplighter in The Seven, had arrived at the Vought building. A welcome party for Starlight's joining The Seven was in full swing.