"Damn! Awesome!"
Wu Yanzu, a former triple-crown best actor and now a newly vindicated "returning king," raised the bottle in his hand high and let out a hearty roar toward the brilliant city night view beneath his feet.
This was the rooftop of the forty-fourth floor.
The wild wind howled, blowing the hem of his clothes to snap in the air, but he only felt that this wind was cheering for him.
Just an hour ago, everything had settled.
His cell phone vibrated frantically in his pocket; his agent's calls, capital's invitations, and brand endorsements flew in like snowflakes.
Hot searches across the entire internet:
#The Truth! We Owe Wu Yanzu an Apology#
#Liu Xingguang Imprisoned, Ah Zu Returns as King#
That Liu Xingguang, who had swept away his assets and splashed dirty water on him, was finally sent behind iron bars.
Public opinion reversed, and his popularity returned.
Tomorrow, he would stand under the spotlight once again, stepping on the bones of his enemies to return to the peak of the entertainment industry!
"Liu Xingguang, go slowly sew mailbags in prison! In the end, this world is still mine!"
Wu Yanzu took a fierce gulp of the potent liquor, the spicy liquid sliding down his throat—that was the taste of victory.
He stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at all living beings.
"Exhilarating! It's fucking exhilarating!"
The alcohol rushed to his head, and the world began to sway in his eyes.
At that moment, a brilliant shooting star cut across the night sky.
Wu Yanzu paused.
Even the heavens came to celebrate for me? As expected, I am the most awesome!
An indescribable arrogance surged into his heart.
At this moment, he felt like he was a god. He controlled destiny and judged sinners.
A trace of a crazy smile appeared on Wu Yanzu's face.
He unbuckled his belt in one motion.
Standing at the highest point of the city, facing this brilliant starry sky, facing this damned world, he let out the most primitive roar.
"Who else?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, displaying utter madness.
"Who can stop me?! I can do whatever the fuck I want!!"
"Hahahahaha——!!"
Suddenly, a bizarre thing happened.
That shooting star, which should have disappeared into the horizon within seconds, seemed to be attracted by his actions.
It... it fucking stopped.
Making a sharp turn, dragging a scorching flame, it rushed straight toward Wu Yanzu's crown like an intercontinental ballistic missile with a locked target!
"What the... fuck?"
Wu Yanzu's drunkenness sobered up instantly.
The madness on his face froze, and his pupils reflected the fireball that was getting bigger and brighter.
He didn't even have time to zip up, let alone pull up his pants.
"Don't... just joking... No, it's not worth it..."
Boom——!!!
No screams, no last words.
The moment the meteor struck, Wu Yanzu was instantly vaporized.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
The next second.
Wu Yanzu opened his eyes abruptly. "What the hell?"
He looked down at what was beneath him.
He found himself floating in mid-air, facing an extremely exaggerated skyscraper, its huge glass curtain wall as smooth as a mirror.
In the mirror, a "person" was reflected.
A tall, muscular, handsome young man.
He had meticulously combed blonde hair and wore a blue tight-fitting suit.
On his shoulders were exaggerated golden eagle-shaped epaulets, and behind him, a cape with a Stars and Stripes pattern was drifting slowly.
"...Wu Yanzu fell silent for three seconds."
He tried moving his fingers.
The man in the mirror also moved his fingers.
Then he tried grinning.
The man in the mirror also flashed a brilliantly radiant, picture-perfect smile.
"Ah, this..."
"I, I became Superman? No, wait..."
This look, this face.
Wu Yanzu's brain raced, instantly locking onto a familiar name.
"Shit... Homelander?!"
He had time-traveled? And turned into that knockoff Superman from The Boys?
"Did I fucking transmigrate into the universe of The Boys?!"
The mere thought of that perverted world full of head-popping, blood, and flying entrails made Wu Yanzu slightly nauseous.
"So where am I right now? Vought Tower? Am I going to face Butcher and his Butcher Squad right at the start?"
"If that's the case, I won't waste any breath—it's instant annihilation the moment we meet!"
He anxiously looked around.
Boom--!!!
A deafening explosion interrupted his thoughts.
He jerked his head up.
In the sky, a massive wormhole glowing with a faint blue light hung over the city.
Countless hideous alien warriors riding flying crafts poured out endlessly, the energy weapons in their hands spitting deadly beams that turned the bustling city into hell.
On the streets, yellow cabs were overturned and pedestrians screamed as they scattered in all directions.
A giant, metal-armored Leviathan roared as it wriggled out of the wormhole, its massive body smashing through the side of a building as glass and steel rained down.
"..."
Wu Yanzu descended slowly, his boots landing lightly on the edge of a rooftop as his star-spangled cape snapped in the wind behind him.
He looked down.
On the street.
An angry green giant was grabbing a police car and smashing it fiercely into Chitauri soldiers.
"Hulk--Smash!!"
Not far away, a man in a cowl carrying a star-spangled shield was directing the police to evacuate civilians.
"Hold this street! Draw them to the west!"
A red-haired woman in a black bodysuit nimbly leaped onto a Chitauri skiff, dispatching the pilot with the electro-shocks from her wristbands.
A man holding a bow and arrow stood atop another roof, precisely picking off targets with various high-tech arrowheads.
Further away, a red-and-gold Iron Man armor was dogfighting two Leviathans in midair, his palm repulsors firing continuously.
"...Holy shit." With that English exclamation slipping out,
Wu Yanzu finally realized a problem much more serious than transmigrating into The Boys.
"This isn't The Boys..."
He looked at the huge wormhole in the sky and the big green brute grappling with a Leviathan.
"Is this fucking... the Battle of New York?!"
A voice rang out without warning.
Super-Popular Superstar System activated... Beginning host binding... Binding successful! System introduction: This is a system based on "persona." Popularity is your power! The higher your popularity, the greater your abilities! Current character template: Homelander (Basic Version) Abilities: Super Strength, Steel Body (Version Perk), Head Biological Field (Weak, version flaw un-upgradable), Super Stamina, Super Speed, Heat Vision, X-Ray Vision, Super Hearing, Flight. Current Popularity Points: 0 Current Popularity Level: Obscure Tip: When the regional level rises to "Superstar," the abilities boosted in that region will become permanent. Newbie Quest: "A Perfect Debut." Become the focus of All Eyes on Me during the Battle of New York. Quest Reward: Unlock the exclusive "Homelander" costume, indestructible.
"The higher the popularity, the greater the power..."
Wu Yanzu repeated the words under his breath. He looked down at his bare blue tights, then at the war-torn battlefield below.
Suddenly, he smiled.
"Ha..." Then, that laughter grew louder and more unbridled.
"Hahahahahahaha!!"
He craved power, craved money, and craved the attention of everyone.
"Ha, ha, hahahahaha!"
This was simply... perfect!
"A super popular superstar...? System, you really... understand me too well."
Meanwhile, in the city before Wu Yanzu's transmigration.
On a bitterly cold street, a tattered youth was curled up next to a trash can, tremblingly shoving someone else's discarded boxed meal into his mouth.
Despite starving, his eyes held a strange paranoia, and he kept muttering incessantly, "Something's wrong... The script shouldn't be like this... Where's the system? I crossed over three months ago, why isn't my system here yet?!"
"Right before I died, I clearly said the spell: If I could do it over, I'd choose..."
Suddenly, atop that forty-four-story high-rise in the distance, a dazzling fireball suddenly burst forth...
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