Metropolis.
A relatively upscale residential complex.
On the top floor of the central building.
Pero sat comfortably on the sofa, the latest-model laptop in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
Countless streams of data and images flashed across the laptop screen.
Pero was scouring the entire planet's internet at an unimaginable speed.
He forcibly committed countless pieces of information, history, news, documents, and even gossip to memory.
At the same time, he casually hacked into the American government's servers and registered an airtight legal identity for himself.
In just a few minutes.
A legal citizen named "Pero" was born.
At the same time, a bank account holding an enormous fortune appeared out of thin air under his name.
At last, he no longer had to be forced into being Daddy by Homelander like he had been in The Boys World.
As Pero rapidly tapped away at the keyboard, he recorded all the publicly available information from the past decade in this world in his brain and began analyzing it.
"What exactly is going on with this world?"
"Sure, there's a Superman, but his performance is way too pathetic. I never saw a Superman this lousy in my previous life."
Pero had something of a headache. He opened twenty video windows on the same screen, watching old news footage and interview programs at dozens of times their normal speed.
Suddenly, one of the windows caught his attention.
In the video, a burly man wearing a helmet that looked like a toilet seat was running his mouth on a talk show, spewing an endless stream of crude jokes and violent remarks.
He found the outfit extremely familiar.
"Holy shit, this guy... oh, we're screwed."
"That outfit... don't tell me he's Peacemaker?"
A bad feeling welled up inside Pero.
Watching