At the life-or-death moment for Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher came crashing through the storefront in his car—sending Translucent flying through the air!
"You all right? That was diabolical!"
Billy Butcher made his grand entrance, swinging a crowbar as he strode toward where Translucent had landed. He curled his lips into a smirk. "Well, well, if it isn't that invisible bastard!"
Gotta say, the guy looked seriously cool at that moment—it was the kind of entrance that gave the audience a proper thrill.
Deadpool clapped approvingly. "Not bad, not bad. I'd give that entrance a 9 out of 10. Gotta dock one point, though—wouldn't want you getting cocky."
Billy rolled his eyes and replied casually, "Told you, Translucent's not that hard to deal with."
"Really?" Stephen shot him a sideways glance. "Doesn't look like that in the footage."
In the video playing on the screen, Billy's entrance was badass, no doubt. But when the fight with Translucent kicked off, he quickly found himself outmatched.
With the ability to go completely invisible, Translucent had the clear advantage of stealth. On top of that, his body was bulletproof and his physical strength exceeded that of the average human.
Billy wasn't exactly weak—he was definitely tougher than your average guy and knew how to fight dirty. At one point, he even managed to spit blood on Translucent to expose his position.
That move showed he wasn't dumb either—he had solid combat instincts. But no matter how clever you are, there's still a massive gap between regular people and superhumans. In the end, it was Billy who got knocked to the ground.
Translucent, clearly pissed off, started interrogating Billy while picking up the crowbar, ready to beat to death the lunatic who dared challenge him.
Things weren't looking good for Billy. But somehow, he didn't seem scared at all. The man had that reckless, nothing-to-lose vibe.
Meanwhile, Hughie had circled around quietly and approached from behind. He was clever about it too—hugging the wall as he crept up and reached for a snapped power cord.
The cord had previously been connected to a TV that Translucent had yanked, breaking it loose. Now, it had become a weapon in Hughie's hands.
Billy caught on quickly, helping by distracting Translucent with taunts, drawing his attention away and giving Hughie a chance to strike.
But, of course, things didn't go smoothly.
Hughie was still a few steps away, and the cord wasn't quite long enough. When he tried to pull more slack from the wall, it didn't budge.
At that moment, Translucent turned around and spotted him.
Luckily, Billy reacted fast. He landed a kick that sent Translucent stumbling—right into the live wire. The shock jolted through him, and he stiffened like a board, collapsing to the floor.
Outside the video feed, Thor chuckled and pointed at Billy and Hughie. "Well done. Now you're even—you've both saved each other once."
Billy turned to Hughie and said, "Didn't peg you for the clever type."
Translucent's skin might be able to resist bullets and blades, but it wasn't insulated. Electricity still worked on him.
Hughie had seen an old TV segment where Translucent explained the science behind his skin, which helped him deduce this weakness—and seize the chance for a counterattack.
Though the video ended, the impact lingered—especially in the world of Vought International. For many there, it was a total worldview shift.
Inside the Eternal Space, Hughie let out a deep breath and offered a bitter smile. "Honestly, I still can't believe I actually did any of that. It's insane!"
Billy shrugged. "What can I say? We live in a pretty insane world."
That's when Annie spoke up, asking, "Thor… are you sure these videos are being broadcast back home?"
It wasn't the first time she asked, and Thor responded with his usual casual tone, "Of course! How many times do I have to say it? Trust me, once this game ends and you're all sent home, the whole world will be different. You'll be celebrities. Well—except you, Annie. You were already famous even without this quiz game."
Deadpool, never one to stay quiet, piped in, "Seriously, I'm really into their world. I mean it! Superheroes who don't even wear masks—no Spider-Man or Batman sneaking around in the shadows. They step into the spotlight like Hollywood A-listers. That's just... wild!"
Stephen shot him a glance and snorted. "Trust me, man, even if you did go to their world, you'd never make it as a celebrity. Nobody would put up with that mouth of yours."
Deadpool didn't mind the jab one bit. He twisted his hips and struck a suggestive pose, grinning, "Wrong again, Doctor Strange. It's not just my mouth people can't handle. I've got other talents too. Wanna find out? We could schedule a private demo."
Stephen nearly gagged. There was just no winning against this guy's shamelessness. Arguing with him was like shouting into a hurricane of filth—you couldn't win.
Right then, the next question appeared on the screen:
[Attention, players. A new video will now be played. Watch closely—there will be questions afterward]
This one was a watch-then-answer format. The scene began to play. The focus wasn't on any superhuman or the usual suspects like Hughie or Billy, but on the executives of Vought and a political figure.
Vought's Vice President, Madelyn Stillwell, was negotiating with a politician from Baltimore named Steve.
Baltimore had a major crime problem, with a homicide rate hitting 62%. Vought offered to station one of their superheroes—Prince Nubian—in the city to help reduce the violence.
Of course, this wasn't charity. According to the contract, Baltimore would have to pay Vought three hundred million dollars per year for the service.
"Whoa! Three hundred million?! Per year?!" Deadpool started counting on his fingers, trying to tally up his lifetime earnings—then quickly gave up. "Damn, I'm never gonna make that kind of money, even if I rob every bank on Earth."
Thor, being a literal god, had no real concept of human currency, but even he frowned. "All the superheroes I know don't take money for what they do."
Stephen shook his head. "Superheroes shouldn't be tools for corporations to make profits. That's dangerous—for everyone."
This sentiment echoed across many universes. Whether it was the Avengers in Marvel or the Justice League in DC—heroes like Iron Man, Captain America, Superman, Batman, and Spider-Man—they all fought as vigilantes.
In other words, they powered their missions with passion alone—or, as Deadpool would say, they brought their own snacks.
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