Vought International underwent massive changes.
After President Edgar's death, Vice President Madeline was promoted to President, and all high-level executives who were formerly close to Edgar were fired.
No one knew what happened, but the entire company experienced a chain reaction and considerable upheaval, making everyone tremble with fear.
The changes in the high-level Board of Directors were even greater, but this was beyond the knowledge of ordinary employees.
Those directors, big and small, were all extremely afraid of Arthur, who possessed god-like abilities. When Arthur's hollow-eyed head was placed before them, everything became much easier to discuss.
Vought quickly fell under Ron's control.
Unlike Arthur, who approached things with a playful attitude, not brainwashing everyone, and always keeping the Vought family around to amuse himself, Ron was different.
Ron, whose vision was not limited to this World, had no interest in playing games with them. Those who needed to be cleared from the Board of Directors were cleared, and those who needed to be eradicated were eradicated.
He alone was enough for the Board of Directors; in the future, he would only need to consult with himself about anything.
Including Stormfront, under Ron's strong command, Homelander had no choice but to kill Stormfront as well. Her mind was unstable, and her 'Nazi' racist ideology had become demonic; keeping her would only cause trouble sooner or later.
That night, the bright, ethereal moonlight shone through the balcony's French windows.
Covered by a thin blanket, the tall, handsome Ron lay on the bed, holding the sleeping Starlight and Maeve, his gaze deep as he looked at the moon outside.
After he explained his background to the two women, his childhood, imprisoned from a young age, extremely tragic, and devoid of love, made the two women's maternal instincts overflow.
Although his physical age made them feel strange for a while, making them sometimes feel like they were committing a crime, they eventually got used to it and accepted it.
Ron showed no signs of being a child in any aspect.
However, in his narration, the recent changes at Vought were due to his unavoidable alliance with Homelander to deal with the people behind Vought who conducted experiments on infants all over the World.
In Vought's Board of Directors, he and Homelander were now both directors. He tried his best to prevent Homelander from acting recklessly and harming the public.
"There still needs to be a villain, otherwise wouldn't I become the villain secretly controlling everything at Vought?"
He murmured softly.
Moreover, without that enormous threat to the World, that extremely dangerous feeling of needing to huddle together for survival, the two women probably wouldn't be so harmonious.
"The best way to shift internal contradictions is to establish an external enemy."
"Thank you, Homelander."
...
Under the same bright moon.
Homelander, still bruised and swollen from his injuries, stood on the extended eaves of a building.
His expression was sorrowful as he stared at the moon in the sky.
During this time, he discovered Maeve and Ron's relationship. Maeve and he had previously pretended to be lovers for Vought's publicity in front of the public; she was a woman he had never obtained.
And Ron...
Homelander felt that he had been cuckolded, and by his own son at that.
Ron even wanted him to do the dirty work while playing the role of a villain to take the blame for him in the future.
He also recalled Stormfront, whom he had been sternly ordered by Ron to kill.
"This World is full of oppression against me.
I've had enough, enough of being persecuted by my own son because of my fatherly status."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Under the moonlight, Homelander's body seemed to tremble with rage and continued for quite a while, finally stopping with an exasperated low growl.
"I'm Homelander, dammit! I can do whatever I want, and no one can control me!"
Under the moonlight, sparkling dots fell, whether they were tears of grievance or something else.
The next day, Homelander, under Ron's command, obediently went to clear out the super villains he had previously arranged and retrieved all the Compound V that had leaked out.
Some time passed again.
Inside Vought's top-floor office.
Ron withdrew his gaze from the overlooking cityscape and focused on the panel.
Ability Points: 104,000
He recalled Madeline's report: Homelander, fearing that Ron would have an even worse impression of him as a father, killed Butcher to cover up what he had done to Becca back then. Hughie and the other two members of the main protagonist group, whom Butcher had later recruited, were also there and were killed by Homelander incidentally.
This indirectly increased his ability points.
Worlds searched: Black Robe Universe, X-Men Universe, Marvel Universe.
"A new Universe, the Marvel Universe, was searched a few days ago.
Everything is now stable and on track. I don't know how long it will take to research Compound V for adult use, so I can temporarily leave and go to the new Universe."
Strong anticipation appeared in Ron's eyes.
Unlike the Black Robe Universe, the power ceiling of the Marvel Universe is much higher, and the story's setting is not limited to just one Earth; the background is the vast starry sea and the entire Universe.
Ancient One, who has lived for thousands of years and mastered all the secrets of magic, Odin, the King of Asgard in Norse mythology, who left his mark on Earth... even the Celestials, who can create stars and galaxies at will, Dormammu, who controls the Dark Dimension, the five great God-like beings of the Universe, and the Living Tribunal, who is even above them.
There are also other powerful beings who have not yet appeared.
The number of powerful beings in the Marvel Universe is as numerous as grains of sand.
Even with his current strength, he wouldn't dare say he could rampage unchecked in the Universe.
"However, the more powerful beings, the better. The more there are, the more powerful abilities I can obtain."
"Everything will become my nourishment!"
"Spend three thousand ability points to cross into the Marvel Universe?
Yes, No."
Three thousand ability points?
It seems a bit much, but considering that even the powerful beings in the Marvel Universe cannot travel through Universes, it's understandable to other Worlds.
"Yes."
...
Marvel Universe, 2011, late night, outside New York.
Stark, who had endured the ordeal in the Afghanistan cave and created the miniature Arc Reactor, defeated Obadiah with his nascent Mark III, publicly acknowledging his Iron Man identity to the World and media, causing a stir.
The term "superhero" began to enter the public consciousness.
Hulk Banner was currently evading Military pursuit, trying his best to get rid of the green monster within him. He worked odd jobs in South America while studying meditation and searching for a solution.
The Battle of New York, the fall of Sokovia, and the Snap that affected the entire Universe, all had yet to happen.
The Marvel Universe welcomed a powerful and unfamiliar visitor from another Universe.
In the dark and quiet outskirts.
A convoy, happily returning fully loaded, stretched along the long road.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road.
"What is it?"
The leading vehicle couldn't swerve in time and directly crashed into it.
Bang!
The figure was not thrown back.
Like hitting a thousand-ton iron pillar, the car was abruptly stopped, and smoke rose from under the hood.
"F*ck, what was that?"
Under the dazzling headlights, a handsome man in a suit wearing a dignified silver-grey helmet turned around.
He showed no reaction to being hit by a car.
Only...
"Something like this happened as soon as I arrived. Does this Universe not welcome me?"
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.
The convoy suddenly stopped, as if an accident had occurred, making everyone tense.
Click, click. The sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed from inside each vehicle.
"What's going on?"
Inside a stretched bulletproof vehicle in the center of the convoy, a strong, middle-aged man in a suit with a beard, his expression frivolous and somewhat wild, laughed.
"A police patrol stopping cars at 3:30 AM? So dedicated?"
He scanned the inside of the car, playing with his words.
"The drivers arranged for tonight haven't been drinking, right?"
"..."
Everyone in the car, with their tough faces, fierce looks like hardened criminals, holding submachine guns and grenades tucked into their waists, exchanged glances, unsure how to answer their boss.
"Boss, we hit someone."
A subordinate from outside the car reported.
"Oh?
That sound just now, and no scream. Did we hit a mute person?"
He stroked his chin.
"Or were they knocked out cold?"
"No, the person is fine.
It's like seeing a ghost; that person stood still and wasn't knocked down by the car. They didn't even sway."
The subordinate looked strangely at the front of the convoy.
"What was he wearing?"
Hearing that the person wasn't knocked down by the car, the middle-aged man's face stiffened, his voice became much more nervous, the brand scar on the back of his neck throbbed faintly, and he involuntarily touched it, quickly asking.
"Was he all in black, wearing a leopard head?"