The next morning.
Renjie awoke early.
When he stepped outside—
young Clark was already training under Android 16's guidance, learning how to fly.
The Dragon Ball world's Sky Dance Technique (Bukūjutsu) focuses on harmonizing qi with the body—a profoundly advanced art.
Clark possessed no qi.
But the energy within him could substitute for it perfectly.
His talent was astonishing.
He mastered the technique in no time.
Not only that—
he could also concentrate his vast inner power into his hands,
and release it in the form of an energy wave!
Compared to that,
ordinary heat vision was practically useless.
So… had the era truly changed?
The two androids carried within their memories every martial art ever practiced on Earth in the Dragon Ball world.
Learning close-combat skills from them was undoubtedly the wisest choice.
Renjie took out his phone and dialed Hammer.
"Hammer, how much wealth do I currently possess?"
Renjie asked.
"An astronomical amount! You could replace Stark and become the new richest man on Earth!"
Hammer exclaimed excitedly.
With Umbrella Corporation combined with Hammer Industries,
their total wealth could completely crush Stark Industries.
"What about Ivan—how's it going?"
Renjie asked with interest.
That subordinate he had recruited was now investing and building factories in Huaxia.
"The new energy plants are under construction. The local government is providing massive support!"
"It's unbelievable—this place is paradise!"
Hammer grew even more excited.
The technology Renjie had provided was enough to drive an entire nation toward prosperity.
"Hmm… I have a task for you."
After a moment of thought, Renjie decided to reveal his plan.
"I'll give it everything I've got!"
Hammer straightened at once—he sensed this would require enormous funding.
"I want to form a superhero team. We need a ground base."
Renjie finally spoke his long-held ambition.
On the other end of the call, Hammer froze.
"What?!"
Then he screamed with excitement.
"Leave it to me!"
"Believe me—no one is better suited for this than I am!"
"I recently bought an island. If you don't mind, I'm willing to offer it as your base!"
His voice trembled with joy.
He had known this day would come sooner or later.
"Alright… that works."
Renjie was momentarily stunned by Hammer's foresight.
"May I ask—have you decided on a name for the team?"
Hammer continued.
A powerful name would draw legions of fans and make them global icons.
"The Injustice League."
Renjie spoke the name calmly.
From this moment on,
the Injustice League of the Marvel world was born.
A terrifying force composed of superpowered beings and anti-heroes—
a nightmare for all who opposed them.
"Excellent name… it truly suits you…"
Hammer's lips twitched, but he still flattered him through gritted teeth.
"The base construction is in your hands."
"And keep an eye out among the public for warriors with exceptional talent."
With his orders delivered, Renjie hung up.
Hearing the news, young Clark immediately landed beside his adoptive father in excitement.
"Can I join the Injustice League?"
Clark pointed to himself eagerly,
completely unaware that he was only ten years old.
"When you can fully control your power,"
Renjie rubbed his head and smiled.
The Supreme Little Superman would one day become one of the team's greatest combat assets.
Renjie already had another target in mind.
Before the Avengers were even formed—
he would recruit Captain Marvel into his camp.
Less than four years remained before the Great Event began.
Before then—
he would build a hero team loyal to him alone.
That evening.
Inside a filthy apartment, clothes lay scattered everywhere.
An old radio played retro folk songs.
Fat rats scurried across the floor, picking at leftover scraps.
Heavy snoring echoed from the couch.
A man in a black-and-red bodysuit lay sprawled across it,
a very not-child-friendly magazine resting in his hand.
Suddenly—
loud knocking came from outside.
"Mr. Wade! You have mail!"
The courier's impatient voice rang through the door.
"It's from Hammer Industries—personally signed by Mr. Hammer."
The snoring stopped instantly.
The tightly clad man jolted upright,
eyes wide with disbelief.
That was one of the richest men in the world!
Outside the door,
the courier, hearing no response, shrugged.
He slid the white envelope through the door slot.
Inside—
the man named Wade rushed over and snatched it up.
As a mercenary,
and part-time professional hitman,
Wade knew perfectly well—
his lucky days had arrived.
This was a big job.
If he succeeded, he'd never have to worry about money again.
Squatting by the door, Wade tore open the envelope.
He held it beneath his nose, mimicking a noblewoman and sniffing the perfume.
Then, giggling madly, he began to read aloud.
"Oh, dear Wade Winston Johnson…"
Just the first line alone
sent chills down his spine—
if he even still had skin capable of that.
His mind was clearly abnormal—
wildly different from that of ordinary people.
"Listen! Just listen, Wade!"
"Oh my God, how long has it been since anyone called your name?!"
He muttered to himself.
Unable to endure the cheesy tone, he was about to toss the letter—
when a paper check tucked in the corner caught his eye.
That long string of numbers blinded him.
He immediately abandoned the foolish thought.
"Mr. Hammer, you damn charming devil!"
"This is exactly what I need!"
Stuffing the envelope into his chest, Wade hummed cheerfully,
dancing through the messy apartment with ridiculous steps.
He strapped the two katanas from the wall onto his back.
Then, with a sharp tug, pulled his half-raised mask down.
After gaining this damned power,
people on the streets preferred to call him by another name—
Deadpool.
END OF CHAPTER
(Some chapters in patreon are double chapters)
5 IN 1 - BE A MEMBER, GET 5 ONGOING STORIES!!
35 CHAPTERS AHEAD!!
👉 patreon.com/MrBehringer