The Boys: Viltrumite Bloodline Panel

I want to do nothing, absolutely nothing, for a long, long time. I want to lie in the grass and listen to the silence.

~ Leo Tolstoy

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With this, his team ushered in a rebirth-like upgrade.

Four more Homelander appeared out of thin air.

Hillel could even imagine how wonderful that face would look once Homelander found out about this.

By then, he would most likely cry and beg Soldier Boy to get a first-generation V.

Tsk, just thinking about it was already getting him a little high.

...

Having armed his team to the teeth, Hillel had nothing else to do for the time being.

His lust was vented more or less, and Stormfront had also been dealt with. Since he was idle anyway, it was time to go see the veteran big shots.

Therefore, those several billion-dollar tycoons were invited before Hillel once again, and this time they were far more respectful!

When meeting him, the other party even held up special cards with both hands, representing unlimited spending limits and unlimited cash-out limits...

"Not bad!"

Hillel called out their names one by one. "All of you, rewards for everyone! Extra rewards upon rewards!"

He didn’t hesitate either, curing these old fellows one by one. Those aging and diseased cells were all to regenerate for him, as well as the organs... None of you are allowed to die, hold on for another hundred years or so.

Telomeres nearing their limits, right? Come, come, come, let’s extend them for another section.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing clouds and running water.

No one understood genetic engineering better than him; compared to the scourge virus, this was completely a minor matter.

When Hillel withdrew his hands, those veterans simply couldn’t believe their eyes. They touched their faces, and the skin that was originally covered in age spots and sagging loosely had unexpectedly become firm and smooth again.

It was as if they had returned to twenty years ago.

"This... This is..."

"Oh my god."

"I feel like I can live for another five hundred years!"

Then you’ll have to borrow that from the real God or something.

Hillel had no intention of letting them live for five hundred years. Furthermore, a mortal’s spirit had an upper limit; living to that point, they would probably spend all day just trying to find ways to die.

Hillel hovered in mid-air, looking down condescendingly at all of this.

Those veterans all knelt down uniformly on the ground.

"Great Guardian!"

"You are our true God!"

"What bullshit doctrines? We are willing to publish a scripture exclusively for you, called the Baby Scripture!"

Hillel’s forehead was covered in black lines.

Baby Scripture, seriously?

"The matter of Ashley becoming female President, you guys have dragged it out for a bit too long, and I’m somewhat unsatisfied."

Hillel had no interest in becoming a god; he was a god.

"Since I, Hillel, have promised something, I will definitely accomplish it. Likewise, I do not hope to see anyone taking advantage of my promise to slack off and idle around there."

"Isn’t it just a President? You guys make a big storm out of everything, yet you can’t even handle this little thing. I think you guys don’t need to do anything anymore!"

Those veterans kowtowed hurriedly.

"The Guardian, you’ve misunderstood!" The leading elder hurriedly explained. "It’s not that we kept delaying the nomination of Miss Ashley; it’s truly that the system requires going through procedures."

"Procedures? Aren’t the principles right here with you guys? What fucking procedures!"

"No, no, no, we still have to package it somewhat and keep a bit of reputation under our name."

That elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to explain to Hillel. "The Guardian, you must understand, America’s President—we can nominate him, but it takes time. It’s not like we can pull this President down today and push another one up right after."

"First of all, the current President’s term has not ended yet. To make him step down early, either we wait until his term expires, or we have to go through the impeachment process."

"And impeachment is an extremely lengthy and complex matter. It requires the House of Representatives to first initiate impeachment clauses, conduct investigations, and hold a vote."

"Passing the vote is still not enough; it also has to be handed over to the Senate for trial, and ultimately requires an absolute majority vote of two-thirds or more of the senators to truly drive a President out of office."

"If any link in the middle gets stuck, the entire process has to be done all over again."

Hillel frowned. So troublesome?

Not as good as the Viltrum Empire.

As long as he beat everyone into submission, those people would willingly follow behind his heels and elect him as the leader, even using up their entire lifespan to guard various stellar regions for him.

America’s efficiency is still too low!

"And this isn’t even over. Even if the current President steps down smoothly, supporting another one to power still requires going through the general election procedures."

"From the party primaries to the party convention nominations, we also have to spend money on national tours to build momentum, have debaters write arguments, participate in various television programs to build up a reputation, and only then comes the national popular vote!"

"We can decide the final candidate behind the scenes and even sway the voting results, but the procedures on the surface can definitely not be bypassed. After all, the people underneath are watching!"

"Eating with too ugly manners makes it easy to burn oneself, resulting in losses that outweigh the gains!"

Hillel understood roughly. "Alright, well said, I’ve learned something new again!"

"Anyway, I don’t care about anything else; I just want the President’s position. You guys hurry up, otherwise I’ll push a meteorite... Forget it, push Neptune over, and then push it back..."

Wasn’t it just farming energy points?

He could even start a livestream and become the first superhero to physically cross the Sun.

Crossing a black hole would also work, except there wasn’t that kind of technology to livestream it synchronously.

Ever since he went to the invincible World, his train of thought instantly broadened.

"Ayo, there’s no need for that, no need for that."

"Isn’t it just the President? Please let Neptune stay right there; there’s no need to trouble this celestial body to make a personal appearance."

"We will retrieve the President, the money, and your face all back for you!"

Hillel patted the speaker’s shoulder, expressing strong approval.

"Then let Neptune stay there for now?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Fine then, I’ll spare Neptune!"

"Right." Hillel suddenly remembered something else. "Regarding the invincible and Wonder Man 2 that I filmed... My funds have run out, and I don’t have a suitable filming team on hand. You guys should pay more attention to these matters."

"I’ll personally fork out another 100 billion, convert it into gold, and transfer it to your name. As for that special card just now, spend it however you like—take it to buy an island or a small nation or something, only if you want."

"I’ll chip in too!"

"I’m not putting up money. You guys are all so low-class; I can provide ten nuclear bombs!"

Hillel took an extra look at that person; this kid had a promising future.

Although he didn’t live as long as him, his grasp of worldly sophistication was already completely on point.

"Oh right, there’s also an American TV series called Supernatural. I want to shoot a series for Soldier Boy, mainly themed around horror, and Mr Guardian can play God. What do you guys think? A great idea, right?"

"Why would the Guardian play God?"

The elder wore a face of fury. "Isn’t he God Himself? Whoever dares to say one more word of bullshit, I’ll have them ride a Rocket overnight and get shot straight into the Sun!"

"Ayo, that sounds like a great blessing!"

Another one shook his head and wagged his tail. "It’s better to sink them directly into the sea, tie them to a stone and sink them down slowly. I guarantee they’ll die both slowly and agonisingly!"

"Oh! That’s so ...Sensible!"

"These guys.." Hillel mentally nodded to himself.

As expected of veterans, training them was simply comfortable. They understood everything at the slightest hint!

You gotta hand it to the older generation for having tricks up their sleeves!

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