Chapter 256: This Winter Will Be Hard to Get Through
At the entrance of the hospital, May walked out with a glowing face, accompanied by Sean Brooke wearing glasses.
In truth, Sean Brooke hadn't really wanted to tell May the truth, fearing she wouldn't be able to keep the secret.
But seeing her so pale on the hospital bed, feeling as though she wouldn't even survive five years, he had no choice but to tell her.
However, Sean Brooke added a warning that she must not spread the word, otherwise, if something went wrong, Peter might not come back.
Hearing this, May nodded hurriedly, swearing she wouldn't say a word to anyone.
When it came to Peter's safety, she wouldn't be careless; fearing Sean Brooke might be lying to her, May even confirmed it in the hospital room.
His attitude was firm; it was the truth.
Back at the Garden, two girls, one older and one younger, waved at him happily and rushed toward him together.
In his arms, both Kate and Inisa were choking up; Kate was alright, but Inisa burst directly into tears.
"Brother Sean, Mommy..."
Her little face was flushed, especially around the corners of her eyes, which clearly showed she had been crying for a while, making Sean Brooke feel a pang of heartache.
"It's okay, I'll bring Mommy back. Does Inisa believe me?"
"Mm! Be... believe!"
Though the little one said she believed him, her tears and nose continued to run uncontrollably.
Kate, standing beside them, was also very sad but didn't cry; having experienced the Battle of New York, she was now strong enough.
He led them toward the small park, where children who had lost their families after The Blip were gathered.
Sean Brooke had already built resettlement housing in the Garden in advance, letting Hess bring over and care for the families of his subordinates. Many such houses were also built outside to settle children and elderly people with no one to care for them.
Of course, these were just a drop in the bucket; they probably couldn't even cover all of New York City.
He spent a long time playing with the group of children in the park. The amusement equipment here was very complete—excessively so, because Sean Brooke also liked to come here and play when he had nothing to do.
Whether it was Iron Man's Armor, Captain America's shield, or even a "Mjolnir" that could be controlled at will by wearing a bracelet, they had it all.
Sean Brooke had also specifically asked Shuri to build several large-scale arcade machines here; these machines were actually the ones Wakanda used to remotely control aircraft to reduce casualties, but here, they were just fun flight simulators.
The children here, ranging from five to fifteen years old, could all find toys they liked.
As the oldest child there, Kate had directly crowned herself the King of the Kids by virtue of her exquisite shooting skills and outstanding close-combat abilities!
She had already planned it out: outside of study time, she would set aside two hours every day to lead these children in practicing martial arts, so they could have a chance to become Superheroes together in the future and protect the World.
Watching the group of little brats training their physical fitness, Sean Brooke thought the scene was quite nice; indeed, if one didn't learn some kung fu, even becoming the Hulk later on wouldn't be of much use.
At that moment, Dice suddenly walked over, leaned down, and whispered something. Sean Brooke looked forward, his lips curling as he said, "Tell them to leave. I won't see them."
Last night, the Avengers had returned from space, and the result went without saying—the Stones were gone.
This was a result they all found hard to accept. Tony Stark had directly gone into seclusion with PepperPotts, saying he needed peace for a while and didn't intend to manage the company. With Happy having disappeared, he didn't even have anyone left worth entrusting things to.
Thor didn't even return to New York, flying directly to Norway via the Bifrost Bridge to participate in the construction of a new home.
Nebula and Rocket didn't stay either; Earth wasn't their home. After leaving contact information, they flew away from this place of sorrow in the Benatar.
Banner was going to find his cousins; he hadn't visited them before because he didn't want to involve them, but now he could visit them openly.
Seeing the situation, Steve knew he absolutely could not remain despondent. He began to gather the surviving S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents to start the post-Blip work.
Natasha, Sharon, and Carol shared a brief look and decided to go to the Garden to talk with Sean Brooke, which was why Dice had come over.
Sean Brooke didn't want to see them, at least not now; he had already "fallen into depravity" just like Tony and Thor.
On the shore, Feifei said that Sean Brooke wouldn't see them. All three were somewhat surprised and disappointed. Natasha and Sharon returned to S.H.I.E.L.D., trying to calm their emotions.
Carol didn't care about all that; she flew straight in, wanting to know exactly what Sean Brooke was thinking—was it really impossible to stop Thanos back then?
After a battle on the moon, Carol left in disappointment after giving Natasha a communication channel.
There wasn't a long battle like before; this time, Sean Brooke's non-resistant attitude made her very upset.
Furthermore, Fury was dead, and she wasn't in the mood for it.
"Has Sean... become weaker?" Steve asked with some confusion.
"Yes," Natasha said, burying her head in her hands, "that's what Carol said."
The three of them looked dejected. Even if they knew the reason, what could they do? It had already happened, the Infinity Stones were gone, and the people weren't coming back.
Twenty days after The Blip, Sean Brooke finally remembered his identity as President and posted four simple words on social media.
"We lost."
He offered no explanation, nor was one needed.
He assigned Hess to Hill's former position, letting her fill the vacant posts with their own people; the country could only have one voice.
When the outside World saw Homelander saying they had lost, there was no expression on their faces.
They were already numb, or rather, heartbroken to the extreme.
Let alone Homelander coming forward, even if God himself came forward to offer comfort at this time, it probably wouldn't be of any use unless the dead could come back to life.
The number of people who died in The Snap Event was simply too high, and the trouble it caused was immense.
For example, how to arrange for the living, what to do about the missing positions in each state, what to do about the lack of manpower in grassroots factories, and so on.
It could be said that most autonomous states had lost their ability to function. Documents requesting aid fell like raindrops, all landing in New York, landing at the White House.
And landing in the brazier.
"This winter will be hard to get through."
Inside the warm Oval Office, on the sofa, Sean Brooke drank hot cocoa and held Hess, watching her throw one important document after another into the brazier.
"The mayors of the surrounding cities are mostly settled. Right now, there are only three states completely under our control; we're still a bit short-handed."
Hess snuggled into Sean Brooke's arms, enjoying the comfortable warmth.
"Don't overwork yourself." Sean Brooke gave her a sip of the cocoa in his hand. "Controlling a few states is enough; don't worry too much about other places."
America was quite large, and Sean Brooke didn't intend to take control of every state; that would require too many resources to manage, and now wasn't the time.
At this point in time with such a shortage of manpower, trying to manage the entire United States would be too exhausting.
If Hess were to get worn out, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Hess gave a soft hum of agreement. "There isn't much happening elsewhere anyway. No one is organizing protests for them now; fewer people means fewer problems. Those governors are just shouting loudly; I'll just give them a warning later."
"By the way, Wakanda is preparing to join the World Security Council and wants us to put in a good word."
Sean Brooke took the files. It turned out The Blip had taken away Wakanda's King, T'Chaka, and T'Challa had succeeded the throne.
Furthermore, he felt that now was a very good opportunity to use Vibranium resources to help the entire World, thereby gaining more of a voice for Wakanda on the international stage.
"No problem, notify me when there's a meeting; I'll go take a look."
Helping Wakanda integrate into the World held no downsides for Sean Brooke.
The 'helping the World' they spoke of wasn't about providing Vibranium or technology; it was just showing off Wakanda's power and then protecting the development of their less-advanced neighbors.
In principle, they would never sell Vibranium!
Unless they were threatened.
But at that moment, a fair, slender finger poked Sean Brooke's head, and Hess smiled helplessly. "Silly, you're the one who decides the meeting time now. They're all waiting."
"Hmph, then let them wait a bit longer. I want you..."
Chapter 257: I Will Represent America in Withdrawing from the World Security Council
The United Nations World Security Council meeting was to be held at the New York State Capitol; it was also the first international meeting to be convened since The Blip.
Generally speaking, the location for such a meeting wouldn't be chosen in New York, but because Sean was too lazy to travel, it ended up being...
Many people had come from various countries. They all wanted to know how the Council would protect the World now that it had lost half its population.
Inside the semicircular hall, a podium stood in the middle of the arc. On either side sat the heads of various countries, with the flags they represented behind them.
Below the podium were the Council members and media reporters. Their numbers... were not many, making the space feel somewhat empty.
Four Black men dressed in black formal wear slowly walked to the center of the podium. T'Challa took a few steps forward and began to announce that Wakanda would integrate with the World.
His words did not liven up the scene. Even the camera flashes only went off occasionally; most of the time, the lenses were aimed at Sean, who was to his right.
The atmosphere at the scene was very oppressive. They hadn't come here to hear a farming nation share its agricultural experiences; they wanted to hear how Homelander intended to resolve this incident.
"Excuse me, King T'Challa, but what can a farming nation like yours provide for the World? Slaves?"
"If so, I thank you here and now for your contribution to the World."
Everyone looked over. Oh, it was the representative from Germany. No wonder the aggression was so high.
In fact, this wasn't necessarily a bad solution; it would just mean letting certain regions inherit the roles of their ancestors.
Picking Malvaceae shrubs and planting Cucurbitaceae vines.
Thinking of this, most people at the scene smiled knowingly, as if remembering some beautiful days.
T'Challa and his group also smiled, a hint of disdain flashing across their lips. Sean leaned back, intending to watch the show.
Sure enough, with a glance from T'Challa, a blue projection appeared in the middle of the hall, showing a glimpse of Wakanda.
In the projection, Wakanda's guards were training with spears, and other tribes made their appearances one by one. It looked just like a medieval cold weapon battle.
But then the scene shifted. Various high-tech ships, anti-aircraft cannons, and the sky-shield all made their debut. The feeling was completely different from before, as if they were products of a different era entirely.
"Allow me to explain," Sean suddenly said with a smile. "Every bit of metal used in there is Vibranium."
Before the people below could even process their surprise, the guards on the podium directly pulled off their formal wear, revealing long robes made of Vibranium. T'Challa crossed his arms over his chest and said:
"Wakanda Forever!"
With a flash of purple light, the Black Panther Suit appeared on his body.
Now, they were no longer calm. They stood up one after another, unable to hide the shock in their hearts.
Vibranium, the hardest metal in the World, bar none. Its production was extremely scarce, and it had almost never appeared in large quantities in the outside World.
Aside from Captain America's shield and the few hundred pounds Homelander had acquired from somewhere before, they now knew the source.
Furthermore, ever since Doctor Helen Zhao published a research paper on Vibranium, people's desire for it had increased by more than just one level.
This was because Vibranium was essentially a universal material. From aircraft carriers to human cells, it could integrate perfectly. It was simply incredible.
Also, ever since the alien invasion of New York, various countries felt their own defenses were insufficient, making their demand for high-end materials even more urgent.
And a material like Vibranium became something everyone craved but could not obtain.
Now, Wakanda actually had a vast amount of mineable Vibranium. To be honest, it truly could bring a different kind of change to this World.
Clap, clap, clap!
Applause rang out. No one was stingy with their praise. It could be said that Wakanda's future status would certainly not be low.
After a long while, the representatives of various countries were somewhat excited. Once the applause slowly died down, someone asked: "Respected King of Wakanda, what are your country's Vibraniumreserves? How much can be exported annually? We can find time to discuss this."
Looking toward the voice, oh, it was the representative of France. Only they could be a step ahead of everyone else at a time like this.
However, this was a question everyone wanted to know the answer to, so they immediately focused their eyes on T'Challa.
"I apologize," T'Challa said calmly as the Black Panther Suit receded. "Wakanda will not sell Vibraniumresources to the outside World."
"We are very aware of how dangerous Vibranium is. Therefore, to prevent the World from becoming even more dangerous, our ancestors even decided to seal off Wakanda just to prevent Vibranium from flowing out."
"In the future, Wakanda will actively participate in the mission to protect Earth and will share some technological research. We welcome everyone to send personnel to Wakanda's exchange center with the World—California—to participate in research."
These few sentences caused the atmosphere at the scene to turn cold instantly. Smiling faces visibly stiffened, and the looks directed at T'Challa were very unfriendly.
If they hadn't seen Wakanda's technological level, they probably would have started discussing how to divide the Vibranium among themselves.
T'Challa naturally knew what they were thinking. After greeting Sean, he led his people out of the hall.
Until he left, no one said another word. They all looked at the person next to the podium, the Presidentof America, Sean Brooke.
"Ah~" Sean yawned and slowly stood up, walking to the podium. "I'll just say a few words."
"America will abolish its national borders. I hope everyone will work together to overcome this crisis."
"Additionally, I will represent America in withdrawing from the World Security Council."
After Sean finished speaking, he reached out a hand to Hess and flew away from the scene with her in his arms.
If everyone had cold expressions after T'Challa finished speaking, then after Sean finished, it was as if someone had pressed an ice crusher against their foreheads.
The information brought by these two simple sentences was not simple at all.
As for the point about abolishing borders, when everyone thought about it carefully, they actually agreed quite a bit. At least, the major powers did, because they could absorb a significant population.
This was because no one would run to those small countries where governments were paralyzed, laws were missing, and neither life nor livelihood could be guaranteed.
Unless one was stupid beyond redemption, it was basically impossible to make any other decision.
People in remote small countries were also very happy. They had been somewhat nervous about suddenly transitioning from civilization to disorder, because no one knew what would happen in a place without morality or law.
As soon as they heard Sean's words, they thought, 'Great, it's fine now,' and rushed to buy tickets to go there.
Before, they had to rely on smuggling and were afraid of being caught. Now, they could enter openly and honestly!
As for the second point, it was very intriguing.
Homelander and America were both withdrawing from the World Security Council right when Wakandahad just announced it was joining. What... did that mean?
T'Challa, who hadn't even left yet, was stunned.
'I just joined, and you withdraw? Are you targeting me? Isn't our relationship pretty good?'
'I'm Little King!'
Chapter 258: S.H.I.E.L.D. Code Name: Ghost
It was another Christmas Eve.
In previous years at this time, the streets would be brightly lit, and people passing by would have smiles on their faces. Bands would change into bright red clothes early on and stand in street corner pavilions, playing beautiful music.
But now, if you looked down from the sky, you could only see some light in New York and a few nearby cities; in other places, it was hard to see even a few lamps.
Even in New York, it was difficult to have the atmosphere of the past. People were in a hurry, and the glittering Christmas trees could not attract their gaze; they only wanted to rush home and spend time with their remaining family members.
Various support groups also began to take action, providing a place for all those who were alone to have fun and play.
Steve even put on a Santa Claus suit and worked tirelessly to distribute gifts to every household.
But precisely because he had visited every home, his already overburdened heart felt even more weighed down.
Looking up at the sky, falling snowflakes landed on his face. He exhaled a puff of white air, regained his composure, and continued distributing Christmas gifts.
Meanwhile, in the Garden, fireworks were constant in the sky, and laughter reached everyone's ears. Children ran around with sparklers, pursued by monsters of various shapes.
With smiles all over their faces, the little ones who were caught could not escape the punishment of having their faces licked by Suanni's big tongue.
On the other side, the girls were all holding a small animal in their arms, either a Dijiang or a cute animal like a little Nine-Tailed Fox.
Firebirds circled in the air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise quite a bit. With a warm man like Sean present, this winter was not cold.
On this special day, the Garden also slightly increased the number of people allowed in. Previously, it was to see if there were enough people in the pool and hot springs; now, it was to see if there was enough room to stand.
Looking at so many people, Sean fully utilized his time management skills, spending a while with everyone he knew and giving them a deep kiss.
Then, he looked for opportunities to pick a few people he didn't know, asking Hess to have them stay for the night.
For example, Sean saw a woman with long, black curly hair staring at him unabashedly without even blinking. She was completely different from the others, and he liked this proactive type.
After watching for a little longer, tears even appeared in her eyes. Under the illumination of the fireworks, she looked quite pitiable.
This action made Sean daze for a while because he was very familiar with this kind of gaze. In the past, almost every person who considered themselves his girlfriend had once had this look.
Suddenly, that woman flickered.
Yes, flickered, just like a television channel; her whole being flickered for a moment.
Sean frowned and hurried forward to check, because even his X-ray Vision couldn't see anything wrong with this woman. At the moment of flickering, it really seemed as if she had disappeared from this World.
As soon as he approached, the woman rushed over, hugged him tightly without letting go, and said tremulously, "Save me, I don't want to die, I'm in so much pain~"
She flickered again. This time Sean discovered that she really disappeared, it wasn't invisibility.
"Follow me inside. What's your name?"
"My name is Ava Starr. My S.H.I.E.L.D. code name is Ghost."
Inside the small house, Hess poured her a glass of hot water. Ava said thank you and reached out to take it, but it took three tries before she caught the cup. After taking a sip, the cup fell to the floor.
Ava's mood sank further as she told her story.
Her parents died in an experimental accident in the Quantum Realm. Affected by the accident, she gained the ability to change her molecular structure, allowing her to not be hit by any physical object or energy attack.
This ability was extremely powerful; one could say she stood right in front of you, but no one could touch her because she simply wasn't in this World.
However, this ability had a fatal weakness: as time passed, she would truly disappear from this World. Furthermore, she herself would endure the pain of molecular tearing every moment.
S.H.I.E.L.D. naturally discovered Ava's uniqueness and helped her create a combat suit that could control her ability slightly and alleviate the pain.
However, by the time Ava reached adulthood, the suit became increasingly ineffective. Her adoptive father, unwilling to see Ava spend her whole life as a secret Agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., kept thinking of ways to save her.
Coincidentally, after the Washington Incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded. He quietly took Ava away and looked for ways to cure her.
He found a way. The key point was Dr. Pym's Miniature Laboratory, which could absorb quantum energy and thus heal Ava's body.
Pym naturally would not agree, because doing so would threaten his wife who had been trapped in the Quantum Realm for thirty years.
Both sides engaged in a struggle over the ownership of the Miniature Laboratory.
The beginning and the process were full of twists and turns, but the result was okay—everyone was happy.
Pym's wife came out, and they were willing to collect energy from the Quantum Realm to save Ava's body. Everything was moving in a good direction.
But then The Blip happened, and Dr. Pym's family, along with Ant-Man Scott, all disappeared.
Ava, discovering this, broke down. Hope for a cure had clearly been given to her, only to be completely snuffed out.
How can someone who has seen the light turn back toward the darkness?
Originally, Ava, who had been used by S.H.I.E.L.D. for over a decade, had no favorable impression of the Avengers. But Scott was also an Avenger, which changed her view somewhat.
It just so happened that the Garden relaxed its conditions, so she hurried in to find the last sliver of hope in her heart.
After hearing Ava's narrative, the girls nearby were all about to shed tears; this was just too tragic.
Losing parents at a young age, suffering from a strange illness, being used by an organization for over a decade, finally escaping with hope for a cure, and then—snap—hope was shattered.
After listening, Sean remained silent for a long time without speaking.
To cure her, he would need to find Tony and Banner. With their intelligence, it wouldn't be hard to discover the uniqueness of the Quantum Realm and thus think of a Time Machine.
This would be difficult to handle. Let's look for other ways first. This girl is quite good-looking; if it's not too much trouble, saving her would be fine.
"Wanda, try your magic first and see if it works."
"Me?" Wanda pointed to herself. Seeing Sean nod, she stood up. "I... what should I do?"
"Just cover her with your magic and then think about healing her. That's it."
Wanda wiped her hands on her clothes, feeling a bit nervous. She didn't even know she was that powerful.
A red light flashed from her hands, and a red light followed, glowing on Ava's body. After just a short while, a comfortable moan came from Ava's mouth.
But soon, Ava's expression turned painful, and she fainted. Wanda could only let go of her hands and look at Sean for help.
"She's fine," Sean quickly comforted her. "Although it didn't cure her directly, it helped alleviate her pain. She should be able to hold on for a while longer."
Wanda placed her hand on her heaving chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that so? That's good then."
Sean pulled her into his arms and personally helped soothe her heaving chest. "Your magic is very strong; it's not just simple things like Telekinesis."
"Do you remember telling me about the time you and Pietro hid under the bed watching the missile?"
"I remember. Why?"
"How could a missile made by Stark be a dud? I think your ability played a role back then and saved you both."
"So, don't doubt your heart, Wanda."
A tear slid down Wanda's cheek, but she wasn't sad at all; a smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Then help me take a good look at what my heart looks like."
Chapter 259: Preparing the Arena
Spring has arrived, the season when all things revive.
This winter, because of Sean's presence, the girls in the Garden could all feel a warmth irrigating their hearts.
The Garden, which originally only intended to relax its criteria during Christmas, is now basically fully open to girls rated 85 points or higher.
This is also thanks to those girls who were still wearing miniskirts in winter, letting Sean understand just how fiery they were.
As for the outside World, it could also be described as fiery, but one must add the prefix "water-born" to it.
Because of the policies Sean and Hess discussed, the lives of the residents in the East are passable; both order and supplies are guaranteed, and the material life of New York residents has even improved by a level.
But for those areas in the Midwest not under Hess's complete control, the situation is a bit dire.
That land is vast and sparsely populated; even in this day and age, there are still large expanses of Gobi desert and wilderness, and it was also a severely affected area during The Snap Event.
Coupled with Hess's intentional indulgence, some cities there have already begun to show signs of civilization regression: planes and trains are unmanned, oil energy is not being transported, electrical equipment is not being repaired, and the profession of a cowboy has become active in people's vision once again.
Fortunately, the internet has not been interrupted, and with S.H.I.E.L.D. still operating and publishing help websites and phone numbers, the profession of a slave owner has not re-emerged.
However, there is still a group of outlaws active in various sparsely populated cities, making public security a hidden danger.
Of course, this is also a result Sean is happy to see; only in this way can the eastern cities present a desirable scene.
He is currently in need of manpower.
Thinking back to The Collector he met before and the Grandmaster he has yet to contact, although these Elders of the Universe don't have much strength, Sean still quite agrees with their philosophy.
In an endless life, if one doesn't find something interesting to do, one will end up like the Ancient One, thinking about seeking death at every moment.
The difference between Sean and the Elders of the Universe is that he won't have just one hobby; he wants everything.
Women, combat, collecting, competition; perhaps there will be more hobbies in the future to add some fun for himself.
For example, right now, Sean intends to flatten the New York stadium and build the World's largest Arena there.
Thinking that in the future, various incredible monsters will appear in this Arena to fight and slaughter each other, Sean gets a little excited.
"Increase the scale a bit more. I remember the Fire Lands and Frost Lands still have large batches of small monsters. When the time comes, finding a fierce one to fight against ten thousand alone will surely be very interesting."
Inside the Villa in the Garden, Sean is discussing his future plans with Hess, while outside, there is some commotion due to the appearance of one person.
Moving time back thirty minutes.
"Can I enter the Garden?"
On the shore, a woman with an ethereal temperament is speaking to Feifei.
Feifei takes a step back and looks at the monitor screen, discovering it's not Natasha or the others in disguise, but the real person, named Rosanna Sebephia.
She unconsciously stares at this woman for a few extra moments because she is simply too beautiful.
Like a white rose blooming alone under a cliff, her temperament is cold and outstanding, and standing among a group of gaudily dressed women, she is so out of place.
With her appearance, let alone entering the Garden, even for the Secret Garden, she believes Sean would be willing to open it up for her.
But Feifei hesitates because Rosanna is truly too beautiful, beautiful enough that it might shake the position of the two bosses in Sean's heart.
"Y... yes, the boat is here. You can go over with this group of people."
Feifei lets her in anyway; there's no helping it, everyone loves beauty, and she can't bear to see such a cold, beautiful rose wither away.
This rose, only the Master can kiss its fragrance.
Rosanna says thank you and boards the ferry bound for the Garden.
At the prime position on the bow of the ship, no one dares to compete with her. Rosanna is not wearing any designer brands, just some white coarse fabric, which is even a bit yellowed and not pure in color.
It is precisely this simple attire that makes everyone present feel somewhat inferior.
As soon as Rosanna lands on the island, Isa receives the information, sends her identity details to Hess, and begins to arrange accommodation for this group of people.
Inside the room, Hess is also stunned the first time she sees her and quickly shows it to Sean.
"A princess from a small European country. Because of the severe population loss from The Blip, it has reached a point where it cannot be maintained, so she has come to us for help. Look quickly, she's so beautiful~"
Sean holds her, picking out beautiful girls together, just like before; it is his favorite time.
The face on the screen actually makes Sean feel a bit familiar, giving him a feeling similar to when he first met Hess.
Liked, but unattainable.
"Should I have Isa bring her over?" Hess looks up and asks.
"Ahem, I'm fine with whatever."
"Hmph, stubborn."
Hess stands up and tidies herself up a bit; after all, she will be receiving a princess later, so it's better to be a bit more serious, which will make Sean more interested.
Not long after, the door is pushed open, and Rosanna is slowly led by a maid to the two of them.
"Rosanna Sebephia."
Rosanna curtsies slightly, performing a standard princess bow. The faint fragrance emanating from her makes Hess very satisfied and even slightly stirs her bloodthirsty nature.
In the early years, when Vampires were still prosperous, she dealt with these princesses and noblewomen every day. Back then, she didn't like it, but seeing it again now, she feels a bit nostalgic.
"Sean, you..."
Hess turns to look at Sean, the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat, unspoken, because she has only seen Sean's current gaze when he wants to kill someone.
In just an instant, Hess understands that the woman in front of them has a problem.
"You chat with the princess; I won't participate in state affairs."
She says the following words calmly and then walks towards the stairs behind Sean.
At this time, her not being present is the best help.
"No need." Sean stands up, the smile on the corner of his mouth very wanton, pulling Hess into his arms, and whispers: "She is no threat."
"Oh?" Hess's eyes light up, breathing hot air onto Sean's face, "Then should we lock her up and play with her properly using little toys every day?"
"Hmm... forget it, it would be better if she were really that beautiful."
The two's wanton words make it impossible for Rosanna to maintain her cold demeanor, and she takes several steps back.
Sean sees this, directly fires a Heat Vision, blasting her out of the room.
Taking Hess, he walks out through the hole in the wall. Outside, because of the sudden noise, people feel nervous, and Isa also rushes over with the guard team.
They had just sent Rosanna in, how did she get blasted out by Sean with Heat Vision?
Before the people outside can be confused, the same person appears everywhere—on the lawn, in the swimming pool, in the fountain—Rosanna.
No, now she should be called Sprite.
Chapter 260: Only Ugliness Is the Original Sin
In the Garden, hundreds of identical figures stood up simultaneously, their expressions somewhat nervous.
"I mean no harm, I am just a bit curious about your existence."
Sprite was telling the truth; she was merely curious about Homelander.
At first, she thought Homelander was Ikaris in disguise, thinking his life had become boring and he had come out to play as a Superhero.
As time passed, and considering Sean looked much better than Ikaris, she realized they were not the same person, which sparked a bit of curiosity in her.
She waited until now, when Homelander took up residence in the Garden, to transform into a beautiful princess she had seen before and approach him.
With a flash of golden light, all the Rosannas vanished, turning into a short-haired brat less than one meter fifty tall.
Sean did not hide his look of disappointment. Here, it did not matter if one meant harm, it did not matter if one had done evil deeds, and it did not even matter if one wanted to assassinate him.
Only ugliness is the original sin.
Although he did not know if she would change when she grew up, in her current state, she was an eyesore.
"I know you mean no harm, but I do!"
The reason Sean did not act immediately was because Sprite's abilities were quite strong; even his X-ray Vision could not distinguish the real body, and he had to rely on his Super Hearing to identify the subtle sounds one by one.
The cosmic energy used by the Eternals was of a very high level.
In a flash, Sean grabbed her by the neck, and all the illusions vanished.
"Everyone, don't be nervous; it is just a superpowered assassin."
"I... cough, cough."
Sean increased the pressure on his hand, making her unable to say anything.
Hess gave Isa a look, and the latter immediately understood, using the excuse that a banquet would be held tonight to have them go help set up the venue.
When the girls outside heard about the banquet, their eyes all lit up. Except for those who were new and did not know what the banquet represented, those who had spent a winter here understood the meaning of the word very well.
Putting mechanical handcuffs on Sprite, he threw her back into the living room.
The sounds of the fight alerted Wanda and the others, who rushed back. Seeing that Sean did not tell them to leave, they all sat on the sofa, watching the short-haired little girl.
"What did she do?" Millis, not understanding the situation, asked, and Hess immediately answered the question.
"She turned into a great beauty to come and deceive Sean."
"Hmm? Then she is done for."
Millis looked at the little girl with great sympathy. Of all things to do, she chose to turn into a beauty to trick Sean, directly violating two of his taboos.
"Sigh, why do something like that at such a young age? Just wait a few years. She doesn't look good now, but maybe when she grows up... she will blossom. Right, Sean? Ah, ouch, it hurts~"
Millis, whose face was being pinched, cried out in pain. Only after she used his honorific did Sean let go, saying:
"She is not some little girl; she is older than Earth."
"Ah!"
Several gasps rang out. They did not doubt Sean's words, and the look in their eyes when they turned to Sprite no longer held sympathy, only curiosity and vigilance.
"You know me? Did Odin or Thor tell you?"
Sprite was stunned, even more stunned than when Sean discovered her disguise.
It was impossible for any human to know about them; when they came to Earth, humans did not even have language.
She struggled to sit up. "Since you know about us, you should know that I mean no harm. We have been guarding this place since the beginning of Earth, and we have saved humanity far more times than you have."
"Heh."
The only response she got was Sean's disdainful laughter.
"Is that what you call guarding Earth? It was just the Master's order."
Sprite's eyes widened, and she raised her assessment of Homelander's danger level by another notch.
"Lock her in the Secret Garden, and add another pair of handcuffs."
Hess hurried up to personally escort her into the Secret Garden.
She understood the meaning behind Sean's words; being locked in there meant Sprite would surely die.
Sean watched the direction in which she left, his expression somewhat gloomy. He had not expected the Eternals to surface so early; that was not a good thing. Could he deal with the Celestials now?
Suddenly, a pair of cool hands were placed on Sean's face. Millis smiled sweetly, "Don't keep such a straight face; you aren't as handsome as before."
"Exactly. Although we don't know the situation and can't help, we all trust your decision." Daisy walked behind him and used her practiced ultimate move—the brain cushion wave.
The others quickly followed suit, letting Sean sink into a soft, marshmallow-like embrace.
With a pull, Millis and Wanda were in his arms. Kissing each of them, Sean leaned his head back, let out a long sigh, and continued to enjoy Daisy's brain cushion wave.
"Don't think I'm too fierce. They are a species called the Eternals, related to The Blip."
"Only by dealing with them can I proceed to bring back the people who disappeared."
Wanda let out a soft huff, not knowing if it was from surprise or because Sean was pinching her. Looking again in the direction Sprite had left, her eyes were filled with coldness.
The people beside her were the same; knowing Sprite was related to The Blip, no one harbored any sympathy anymore—not even a little.
---
One night, inside the Secret Garden, Sean walked in with Ava and Wanda.
Ava's condition was not good; the extent to which Wanda could help her had reached its limit, and pain more severe than before was once again inflicted upon her.
Arriving at a small cabin, before they even entered, the three of them could hear Sprite's weak cries.
Pushing the door open and entering, they saw Sprite kneeling in the center with a pale face, her body wrapped in Vibranium shackles.
Hearing someone enter, she struggled to lift her head. The moment she saw Sean, her eyes turned red with exploding rage, and several sharp knives appeared in the air.
"Ah!"
With her roar, the sharp knives flew straight toward Sean.
Ava, not knowing the inside story, was startled and wanted to push Sean, who was beside her, away, but she could not budge him.
Sean couldn't be bothered with these meaningless illusions; even if they were real, he wouldn't spare them a glance.
"Wanda, try to see if you can extract the cosmic energy from her body."
"Okay!"
Wanda was eager to try. With a squeeze of her hands, Sprite cried out in pain, and a stream of golden energy was slowly enveloped by magic and drawn out, connecting to Ava.
The familiar sense of comfort instantly made Ava moan, and a glimmer of light returned to her dim eyes.
It worked! It was even more effective than the quantum energy Pym's wife had given!
"That's enough."
Sean placed his hand on Wanda's arm, interrupting her magic.
Wanda was startled, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat.
Just now, she had the thought of killing Sprite, and thus had unconsciously overdrawn her body's strength.
"S-sorry, I almost messed up your plan." Wanda's eyes held some apology.
Sean had said before that it was not yet time to kill Sprite; they had to wait a while longer.
Sean smiled slightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "It's fine, I just didn't want you to hurt yourself."
The two kissed sweetly, completely ignoring Sprite's hate-filled gaze.
Ava looked at her, then at Sean, and asked, "Will treating me kill her?"
Ava was not at the scene when that happened, so she did not know about Sprite's situation.
"Yes." Sean smiled at her. "Do you want to give up?"
"No!" Ava was very nervous, leaning against Sean, her eyes shimmering with tears. "I want the treatment!"
She wouldn't care about this person's life or death; when she was a Ghost Agent, it wasn't as if she hadn't killed innocent people before.
Even last time, knowing that Dr. Pym's wife would die, she still wanted to use the micro-lab to treat herself; how could she pity this person now?
"My... my body, it's stabilized." Ava bit her lip gently, looking up at him with affection.
Sean pulled her over with one hand and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure? Don't be like last time."
"Mm! I'm very sure!"
Ava's ability made it impossible for people to touch her, so that time had made Sean quite annoyed; he was just getting excited, and then she was gone.
"Then, I'm going to get revenge for last time!"
The three of them happily closed the door and left. The angry shouts behind them seemed so helpless and jarring.
"Next time, I'll have Hess gag her too."
Chapter 261: Slavery is Here, Can the prima noctae Be Far Behind?
In the cabin in the woods, the cries of a child sounded exceptionally clear within the forest.
"Oh~ Morgan's cry is really loud." Tony looked at the infant in his arms and handed her back to Pepper in less than a minute. "Are all kids this noisy? I was very quiet when I was little."
"Uh-huh, you still remember your own one-month celebration?" Natasha teased from the side.
"Uh... I don't."
The cabin wasn't very big, so Tony didn't invite many people to Morgan's one-month party. Well, maybe there just weren't that many people to invite.
Natasha and Steve both came; Sharon stayed at S.H.I.E.L.D. to work. Besides the two of them, there was... oh, that's it.
Banner and Rhodes couldn't be reached. Thor sent his congratulations, and that was it. Barton... never mind, better not to provoke him further.
In the kitchen, Pepper was preparing dinner. Morgan lay in a crib—a small wooden bed handmade by Tony.
Steve and the others sat on the sofa. Tony's eyes flicked to the crib every few seconds; it seemed even Pepper wasn't as nervous as he was.
"Tony, did you invite Sean?"
"Are you guys using my daughter's one-month celebration as an excuse to see Sean? *Cough*, I invited him. Pepper contacted Millis and asked her to notify Sean. It should have been delivered, but there was no response."
Tony's expression was somewhat melancholy. Obviously, he knew what Sean had been doing since The Blip.
It was time to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Sean. Otherwise, by the time Morgan grew up, this country would be in total chaos.
"Whew~" Natasha rested her head on one hand, looking at Morgan with eyes full of tenderness. "If the little one knew she saved the Earth during her one-month celebration, she'd definitely be very proud."
"Yeah, she's better than all of us."
"Ah, I don't want Morgan putting on those ugly Armors to go out and save the World." Pepper came out of the kitchen carrying a dish. "It would be fine for her to learn how to manage the company with me."
Natasha also got up to help. Steve and Tony looked out the window together, wondering if Sean would show up.
The food was ready. No alcohol was served, only juice. Morgan didn't cry until the end of dinner, her silver-bell-like laughter constantly echoing in everyone's ears.
All four of them smiled dotingly, feeling that this kind of life was truly good and that Tony's choice had been correct.
Knock, knock~
Hearing the knock, Natasha quickly stood up and walked over. The figure outside the door did not disappoint her.
"Sorry I'm a bit late. I was mainly waiting on the gift for a long time."
Sean walked in with Wanda. She was an Avenger, so it was appropriate to bring her along.
Millis and Hess planned to visit again in a few days as Pepper's friends.
"Let me see what gift Mr. President brought for my daughter. A fiefdom?" Tony and the others stood up and walked over.
"Oh? If you want, I'll go start a war right now, conquer Europe, and give it to her."
Tony's face stiffened, and he didn't respond, because Sean really would dare to do it.
"No!" Pepper quickly took the gift box from Sean's hand. "This is just fine. Let me see what's in—oh my god, it's alive!"
A tiny brown animal pushed open the lid, poked its head out, and made a soft whimpering sound.
"This is a Suanni, a type of divine beast," Sean explained. "Of course, it only looks like a divine beast; essentially, it's just an ordinary pet. But it has a good meaning—it can bring good luck and ward off evil. I'm giving it to Morgan as a playmate."
"*Cough*, if you're planning on having a second child, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
Pepper played with the fluffy little divine beast. After learning that it wouldn't get parasites, had no odor, wouldn't relieve itself anywhere, didn't shed, and had a very gentle temperament, she liked it more and more.
She brought it to Morgan and carefully let them get a little closer.
The Suanni whimpered and licked Morgan's finger, letting out a happy sound. Morgan also noticed the creature and reached out to grab it.
The master and servant got along well. The Suanni was also a newborn and really liked Morgan's scent.
Pepper stayed by the crib. Although Sean said it had a gentle temperament, she still felt more at ease watching them.
Wanda was also nearby, looking at little Morgan with eyes full of doting, as if she wanted to have one too.
"There's no food left, only juice." Tony poured a glass of juice for everyone.
The four of them sat around the sofa, unsure how to start a conversation. They hadn't seen Sean for over a year since The Blip.
Before he arrived, Natasha and the others had a pile of questions they wanted to ask him.
Why build useless Arenas on such a large scale? Why ignore what was happening in the West? Why replace high-level positions with his own people? Why not find ways to recover the economy? Why stay in the Garden all day, living in a daze!
What worried Steve and the others the most was that Sean had directly occupied all the key high-level positions. It could be said that everything in this country was under his control.
No matter what he wanted to do or what bills he enacted, they could all pass unanimously. Officials who could oppose him were replaced, and some were even... dead.
Even without evidence, Steve understood that Sean was the black hand behind the scenes, aiming to completely control the country.
"What exactly do you want to do, Sean?"
Natasha's face looked a bit haggard, and her question carried a hint of disappointment.
Sean didn't answer her, just quietly stared at the light on the ceiling. The surroundings were very quiet, save for Morgan's laughter.
After a long while, Sean slowly said, "I don't know either. Probably, I just want to make myself a bit happier."
"Just like I said before, even if it violates so-called freedom, I want them to have safety."
"Look, isn't the area under my jurisdiction very safe? There haven't been any more large-scale violent incidents."
Steve gasped. "That's because you've implemented Slavery in New York!"
Wanda immediately cast her magic, preventing the discussion in the living room from reaching and disturbing Morgan.
He didn't even bother to apologize and continued, "Do you really want to put America in your pocket and act recklessly?"
"Yes, Captain America." Sean sat up. "Those criminals who committed serious crimes—I don't have prisons to hold them, so I had to put them in shackles to contribute to the construction of the Arena."
Steve stood up abruptly, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "I will stop you!"
"It's okay, Steve." Sean wasn't angry; his eyes were very soft. "Do what you think is right."
This familiar phrase caused Steve's clenched fists to slowly relax. After staring at each other for a long time, he walked toward the door.
Natasha also quickly stood up, said, "Don't stop me from entering the Garden!" and then followed him out.
The door closed softly, leaving only Tony and Sean in the living room.
"So, are you really planning to be a dictator? Then I'd better change my nationality quickly." Tony said this as if he were joking.
Sean let out a long sigh. "Tony, you're not unaware of what America used to do—plundering, sanctions, occupation, suspicion."
"Do you believe that, in the past, if you had died in Sokovia, Pepper wouldn't have been able to keep the company, and your Iron Armors would have been deployed on the battlefields of certain countries?"
"With my personality and the attitude of those former council members, if I didn't rule this country, there would be only one outcome."
"Destroying it!"
Chapter 262: Which Law Did I Break? Tell Me, and I'll Change It.
"Have they left?"
"They've left."
Pepper pulled Tony onto the sofa, enjoying their intimate time together.
"What did Sean say?"
"He said he wants to be a dictator." Tony let out a long sigh, then suddenly slapped his forehead in disbelief. "Damn it, he almost convinced me!"
"He's wrong, right?"
Placing her hands on Tony's cheeks, Pepper slowly turned his face toward her and gave him a kiss. Pressing her forehead against his, she said:
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart? Believe in yourself."
Tony's emotions gradually stabilized. Looking at Pepper, whose face was somewhat haggard from childbirth, he felt a deep pang of sympathy.
To be honest, waking up every morning to see Pepper made Tony feel incredibly lucky. It was truly wonderful that she hadn't disappeared during The Snap Event!
"Phew... You're right, I'm right, and Sean... is also right. To hell with America. I want to protect the people, I want to protect you all—not America!"
---
In Queens, New York City, at a construction site, the clanging and banging were quite unpleasant. Combined with the dust filling the air, people usually took a detour; after all, there was plenty of space now.
However, despite the terrible conditions, crowds of onlookers had gathered around the area.
"Another one's been dragged out. Tsk tsk, look at that fat potbelly."
"Quick, look at what crime he committed!"
"Let me see... human trafficking, murder... Ptooey! Serves him right!"
In the middle of the site, a shirtless fat man was pushed out. He wore an iron mask that only revealed his eyes, and everyone could sense the terror in his gaze.
Crack!
A long whip lashed across his back, instantly leaving a bloody welt.
"Move it! Over there!"
The lackeys who came out of Taro Village had gone from being Presidential Palace guards to slave overseers. Their lives were certainly eventful.
"Good! Use more force!" "That's it, hit him a few more times!" "Aim for his groin!"
Hearing the cheers around him, Steve's eyelids twitched, and the light in his eyes dimmed. He subconsciously lowered his head to look away, unable to bear watching the scene any longer.
He didn't pity those prisoners; rather, he felt a sense of sorrow for the country that he and his comrades had risked their lives to liberate decades ago.
The two of them slowly walked away from the crowd and returned to the car. Steve sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead. "What he's doing violates the legal code."
"He knows." The corner of Natasha's mouth quirked up as she let out a short laugh. "So, he modified it himself."
"Then the International Bill of Human Rights..."
"He withdrew from it."
"Morally speaking..." Steve didn't continue. At the thought of Sean, trying to bind him with morality was as futile as trying to kill oneself by running into a block of tofu.
As the car started, Natasha sighed and turned her head. "Other countries have already begun condemning Sean for reinstating slavery, but as you know, it's just condemnation. It has no real practical effect."
"What does Washington have to say?"
"Congress has discussed it. Next year is the end of Sean's term. They've decided to... endure it for now."
There were some things Natasha didn't tell Steve; if she had, he would likely be storming the Gardenwith his shield right now.
Shortly after Morgan's full-month celebration ended, Natasha had paid a visit to the Garden. It went smoothly; she wasn't blocked this time.
Sean made no secret of his intention to tuck America into his own pocket, planning to consolidate the legislative, judicial, and executive powers under his total control.
Furthermore, he wasn't joking; he was already doing it.
Natasha didn't know what to do. She had completely lost her way and could only keep this a secret for now, hoping for a turn for the better in the future.
She definitely couldn't say anything now. Speaking out would only make things worse and wouldn't help at all.
Watching the setting sun dip below the horizon, tears slid down Natasha's face as a wave of desolation washed over her heart.
"Should I believe in you? Sean."
---
The Garden was always filled with laughter, as if the word'sadness' never existed there. The place where the laughter was loudest was, naturally, in the largest swimming pool.
Various animal-shaped swim rings and small, colorful clothes floated on the water's surface.
The floodgates opened, sending a wave toward the people in the pool. Cheerful screams immediately filled the air; even the All-female orchestra on the shore couldn't drown out those screams of joy.
Yet, amidst such a noisy atmosphere, a bubble boat drifting with the current in the pool gave off a sense of tranquility.
Sean lay on it spread-eagled, while Wanda lay beside him, using magic to stabilize the boat and occasionally picking a lucky person to come aboard.
At that moment, another lucky one was lifted up by Wanda. With just a simple touch, Sean knew who it was.
"What brings you here?"
Hess gave him a kiss before speaking. "The foundation for the Arena is almost finished. For the materials, as we discussed before, we plan to use Vibranium. Are you going to take a trip to Wakanda?"
"Hmm... No. Wakanda has also expressed strong condemnation of slavery. They probably won't give it up."
The countries that reacted most strongly to slavery were, naturally, those in that region. After all, slaves were a'specialty' of that area, as well as their shame.
Even after decades, just mentioning cotton or watermelons would make them angry, let alone Sean directly restoring slavery. It would be like peeling back their skulls and taking a dump inside.
"Then do you want to change the materials?"
"No."
Seeing his composed expression, Hess was somewhat puzzled.
Could it be that he was going to Wakanda to steal the Vibranium? Surely not; Sean wasn't that kind of reckless person.
He usually seized the moral high ground first, and then... took it anyway. It made everything feel much better that way.
"Mmm~"
Sean stretched, his hands tracing a semi-circle as he smoothly pulled the two women beside him into his arms.
"I'm heading out tomorrow. Wait for me to get back."
"Then tonight..."
"I won't turn any of you away."
---
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Without disturbing the women beside him, Sean slowly slipped out of bed. He took a heavy diving suit he had prepared in advance and flew toward the Atlantic Ocean.
Vibranium wasn't a metal unique to Wakanda. Just as the odds of a meteorite landing in the same crater twice are slim, another meteorite hadn't landed in Wakanda, but had fallen into the sea instead.
However, the ocean was too vast, and its internal structure was far more complex than the surface. Even if Sean wanted to find it, it would take a long time.
To speed up the process, he had brought the diving suit—not for diving, but for... fishing.
To fish for those few... merfolk.
The water pressure at the bottom of the sea was no different from the air to Sean. In terms of living environments, it was much better than the Universe.
As for a light source—heh, no one would actually think the Universe is bright and radiant, would they?
Chapter 263: Submit or Be Slaves!
The creatures in the deep sea are truly strange; it is likely because there is no light and no one to see them, so they just grew however they wanted.
Sean only glanced at these oddities before focusing on diving deeper; they were not even as interesting as The Collector's collection.
The myriad races in the Universe are far more interesting than these animals that rely solely on instinct.
Feeling that he had reached a sufficient distance, Sean began to wander around casually, making some noise from time to time, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
The people of Talokan have a very wide range of movement and are very familiar with the underwater environment; once they have an unexpected guest like him, they will certainly discover it.
He wore a diving suit because he was afraid they might recognize him and not dare to approach, which would be troublesome.
In this pitch-black darkness, there was only a faint beam of light from the illumination on Sean's diving suit, and the communicator emitted a crackling sound, making him look exactly like a passerby who had accidentally fallen thousands of meters into the seabed.
Suddenly, the corners of Sean's mouth curled up as he heard an unusual movement a few hundred meters away; it was the sound of metal scraping against the seabed.
Here, his visual abilities were indeed somewhat restricted, but his ears were very useful.
He emerged from the diving suit and rushed rapidly in that direction, killing one of the two blue-skinned people of Talokan before they could react.
"Gibberish."
The other one's eyes widened, shouting in a language he could not understand, and was about to attack with the spear in its hand, but Sean injured its arm and pushed it away.
Realizing the opponent was stronger, the person of Talokan did not think twice and ran straight toward home to find their king, Kukulcan, also known as Namo.
Look, this is the result of soaking in the sea for too long; water in the brain.
The only place with brains was that he checked to see if the enemy was following, and at least to his ears, there was none.
But Sean's auditory range was far superior to his.
Just like that, the two of them, one following the other, did not take long to arrive at the capital of the people of Talokan, Talokan.
Seeing this, Sean had to exclaim at the power of Vibranium.
Even a group like the people of Talokan, who have never read books and lack brains, could actually create an underwater Sun; you tell me, is Vibranium strong or not?
Upon arriving at Talokan, Sean did not continue to pursue, but instead went to wander around this place because he had discovered something fun.
That was that it seemed not all people of Talokan had blue skin; there were also those with normal skin.
Around the huge buildings, hundreds of men and women with normal skin swam through the city, living their lives as easily and comfortably as people on land.
Seeing this scene, Sean also hoped from the bottom of his heart that a beautiful savior would appear in Talokan to save this country.
Otherwise, the righteous Sean Brooke would have to destroy this place and take them all away in a package to serve as underwater slaves.
Anyway, they are neither human nor animal, and no law can protect them.
Sean's appearance caused quite a commotion in Talokan.
The population here is small, and everyone almost knows each other; it is impossible for a completely strange person to appear. Especially since Sean was so handsome, it was impossible for him to be unknown.
Therefore, as soon as he appeared in the field of vision of the people of Talokan, the King of Talokan, Namo, received the news.
Before long, a blue-skinned guy approached, "His Majesty the King requests your presence."
After looking around and seeing nothing good to look at, Sean, feeling bored, lost interest and followed him.
Arriving under the artificial Sun, there was a throne inside the huge teeth, which looked quite impressive, but the person sitting in the middle was a bit underwhelming.
On the throne, Namo leaned on his Vibranium spear, eyeing the person below with a grave expression.
"You..."
"Get down!"
Before the surrounding blue-skinned soldiers could react, Sean had already rushed in front of Namo and swung a punch.
It was as if a bomb had been detonated in the water, setting off a ripple that repelled everyone around; those unlucky enough to be standing by the wall were directly hit by the ripple and vomited blood.
Sean sat on the throne with satisfaction, looked at the layout here, and felt it was not bad; he could get a throne of a similar style later.
He would see when he had time to go to the Universe or the Nine Realms to find a powerful monster, slaughter it, and use its head to decorate his throne.
"Two choices: submit or be slaves!"
Sean did not intend to kill them; that would be too wasteful. It would be a pity not to use such good labor.
Besides, their ancestors were also slaves, so it could be considered returning to their old profession.
Moreover, he also needed to select some contestants for the Arena, and this Namo was quite good.
When the time comes, if Namo fights well, he could slowly liberate his people, which could be considered a reward for Sean's mercy.
It's just that Namo's brain could not feel the goodwill radiating from Sean. As soon as he heard the word "slave," he seemed to have PTSD, his eyes turned red, and he grabbed his spear and charged up.
Namo is very strong in the sea; even among the Avengers, he could rank in the first tier. On land, if he lacks water, he might be a bit weaker, but he could still steadily hold his position in the second tier and would not be very weak.
But that is where the problem lies; no matter how strong Namo is, he can only be ranked among the human level. Thor, who awakened the Odin Force, could pin him in the sea and beat him, let alone Sean.
Amidst Namo's angry roars, the Vibranium spear aimed at Sean's heart and pierced... oh, it didn't go in.
Sean kicked him out again, stood up, grabbed the floating spear in front of him, and with a force of both hands, it snapped in response.
With a snap, the sound of the Vibranium breaking was like breaking their last glimmer of hope.
"It seems your king has made his choice."
Below, the people of Talokan scattered around all looked at the Feathered Serpent God in their hearts, Kukulcan, hoping he could stand up and defeat the enemy in front of them.
As a result, no miracle would naturally appear; miracles are only for those who believe in light. These monsters hiding in the deep sea do not deserve to possess light.
The two broken pieces of the spear were thrown upward by Sean, and the Sun, symbolizing the hope of Talokan, was extinguished.
---
On the beach of the coastline, after receiving Sean's message, Hess arrived with a large number of men and equipment, hearing him say that there was a batch of new slaves that needed to be taken over.
Although he did not elaborate, Hess understood that the slaves she needed to go out and receive must be extraordinary.
Sure enough, half an hour after she arrived here, a human head suddenly emerged from the sea, making her subordinates alert.
Following closely, more and more heads emerged from the sea level and slowly walked onto the beach.
This group of people was no different from humans, but after arriving on land, it was obvious that they seemed to have some difficulty breathing.
However, there was one point; they were the same as the previous slaves: the terror in their eyes.
Hess moved her finger, and the subordinate beside her smiled and moved forward, skillfully putting collars on their necks, then dragging them onto the trucks to load them up.
No people of Talokan resisted; the resisting soldiers were all in the back, chained up by that man.
After confirming there were no omissions, Sean quickly dashed out of the sea, carrying a dozen blue-skinned people in his hands.
Only after they all wore collars did he release the chains, but Sean did not take off the Ten Rings on Namo's neck; it would not be too late to take them away after he lacked water.
The collars could indeed restrict their movements, but after all, they still needed someone to activate them; if a subordinate was negligent and he ran away halfway, it would be troublesome.
He kissed Hess and said, "You go back first; I'll go down one more time."
"Okay, waiting for your return."
Just as Hess was driving back to New York, a huge shadow suddenly covered the convoy. She poked her head out to look, opened her mouth in surprise, and smiled.
The scene in the sky was not only seen by Hess; it is estimated that everyone on the entire East Coast saw this scene.
A huge meteorite floated in the air, making people unconsciously compare it to Sokovia, and looking closely, the person below had not changed either.
Homelander, presenting an act of God, once again appeared in people's field of vision.