As Homelander In Multiverse

[T/N: Sorry for the inconvenience. 🙇🏻 It was previously uploaded but some complained about translations problems so I removed and here is the re-edited version]

That night.

Homelander was dressed in a suit with a bow tie, sitting in a black luxury car on his way to the Federal Supreme Auction House.

It was the largest auction house in New York, where items often sold for tens of millions. Even if something exceeded a hundred million, it wouldn't be considered rare.

Tonight, Angelina was attending the auction as the president of Caton Group.

The auction house was putting a piece of land up for sale, and Angelina intended to buy it as Homelander's private research facility.

She had gone ahead to prepare, while Homelander took his time, only heading to the auction house after dinner.

Thanks to the suit wristband provided by Shuri, Homelander no longer needed to wear his suit at all times.

So tonight, he didn't plan to attend the auction as Homelander.

Instead, Angelina had arranged an invitation for him under the name "John."

A normal person.

Unless someone had a particular preference, who would want to run around all day in that tight suit?

It wasn't nearly as comfortable as regular clothes. Just the breathability issue alone made Homelander dislike it.

Before, he had no choice. But now, with Wakanda's vibranium suit allowing him to transform into "Homelander" at any time, he had no intention of wearing that suit 24/7 anymore.

Holding the information Angelina had provided, Homelander glanced at it casually.

There weren't many people attending the auction tonight, but they were all prominent figures.

For example, Arnold, the president of the Olga Corporation, was among them.

There were also several major corporations and prestigious families.

One notable attendee was Crist Hank from an Italian noble family.

The Crist family had been established for many years, with a deep foundation and wealth far surpassing Angelina's father.

Of course, a single family member couldn't mobilize all of its wealth, and Crist Hank wasn't even the primary heir.

But his presence suggested that the Crist family was interested in expanding into the Federation.

As he put the documents aside, Homelander looked out the window—he had arrived at the Federal Supreme Auction House.

The auction house was built like a Greek palace, with a grand statue standing in the large square outside.

Homelander stepped out of the car and entered the auction house's reception hall.

Since the auction hadn't started yet, everyone attending was gathered in the hall.

The people here tonight were not ordinary. Under the brilliant lights of the hall, the men were impeccably dressed, and the women wore floor-length gowns.

Among them were corporate presidents and hidden tycoons from prestigious families.

Whether in terms of clothing or accessories, the cost of their outfits—if converted into numbers—would be enough to make someone's jaw drop.

Homelander's suit wasn't cheap, but compared to the majority here, who wore custom-made Italian designer pieces, it fell far behind in price.

However, the "Traveler's Ring" on his finger stood out. The sapphire glowed faintly under the dazzling lights, making it extraordinary.

Compared to the rings and watches worn by the other men, it was on another level.

In the reception hall, men and women formed small circles, occasionally letting out quiet laughter, clearly familiar with each other.

Although they would all be competitors during the auction, no one wanted to miss the chance to showcase their connections and make new acquaintances.

Homelander didn't see Angelina, so he stayed low-key, picked up a glass of champagne, and waited for the auction to begin.

In the hall, everyone had their own social circle. A lone individual like Homelander was a rare sight.

As a result, people gave him various looks.

Homelander didn't care in the slightest, even though some gazes seemed to question how an unfamiliar face like his had entered such an exclusive event.

Just then, a deep voice rang out:

"Move aside!"

A hand pressed down on Homelander's shoulder, trying to push him away.

However.

How could that possibly work?

Homelander didn't move an inch. He even took a sip of his champagne before slowly turning to look at the person trying to push him.

It was a sturdy Caucasian man, his well-built muscles outlined beneath his suit. He wore black sunglasses and a Bluetooth earpiece—either a bodyguard or an assistant.

The man hadn't expected to be unable to move Homelander and was momentarily stunned. Unfortunately, with the sunglasses on, his expression was unreadable.

Growing impatient, he said, "I told you to move. Didn't you hear me?"

"If you obstruct Mr. Hank, you'll be in serious trouble."

His voice carried across the hall, drawing many eyes to the scene.

Before Homelander could respond, another voice came from behind:

"Sir, please step aside."

"The person entering the hall next is Mr. Crist Hank. Mr. Hank does not wish to be disturbed before the auction."

Homelander turned his head.

It was the hall manager. The name tag on his chest read Berkeley Loud.

Homelander chuckled. "What, is he afraid of being seen?"

A few women in the hall let out quiet laughs.

Several men also smiled, but most shook their heads, thinking Homelander was being reckless.

The hall manager, Berkeley Loud, thought to himself, How could someone be this foolish?

Then he considered that the Crist family was an Italian powerhouse known only to the elite.

This "John" did seem somewhat familiar, but with his "ordinary" attire, it wasn't surprising if he was unaware.

The hall manager said sternly, "Sir, please do not cause trouble."

Homelander laughed. "I'm here for the auction. Strictly speaking, I'm also your guest."

"I'm just standing here drinking champagne. How is that causing trouble?"

At that moment, Crist Hank's bodyguard lost patience. "Mr. Hank is arriving any second."

The hall manager quickly forced a smile. "I'll handle this right away."

He turned to Homelander. "Sir, do you have an invitation?"

"This auction is not open to the public. Only those who received an invitation may attend."

Homelander reached into his pocket, pulled out the invitation Angelina had given him, and handed it over.

The hall manager opened it, saw the name John, and had the back office check.

Sure enough, there was a guest named John on the list.

But after glancing at Crist Hank's bodyguard, the hall manager promptly tore the invitation into pieces.

"I believe there was a mistake. Apologies, Mr. John, but your name is not on the invitation list."

Instantly, murmurs filled the hall.

"Could he have bribed someone to sneak in?"

"I heard some people pay insiders at high-end venues to gain access and approach wealthy clients."

"Wow, I didn't expect people to actually do that."

"Just look at his clothes. Who wears off-the-rack suits to an auction like this?"

The hall manager raised his hand and said solemnly, "Mr. John, please leave."

Then, in a lower voice, he added, "Please don't make me call security."

A bright smile spread across Homelander's face. "No need to call security."

He was just about to crush this insignificant insect for daring to cross him when—

A voice rang out.

"Mr. John is my invited guest."

"Who dares to make him leave?"

All eyes turned forward as Angelina, resplendent in her evening gown, strode in like a queen.

Recently, as Caton Group's heir and a vice president at Vought, Angelina had entered the Federation's upper-class circles, becoming the center of attention.

Now, hearing her declare that this man was her guest, the hall manager's face turned pale.

He had just torn up the invitation.

"Miss Angelina, allow me to explain—"

Angelina walked over, gave Homelander a slight bow, then looked at the hall manager's name tag.

Mr. Berkeley Lauder.

"You may leave."

"I will be filing a complaint with the auction house later. As the hall manager, your rudeness toward my friend is unacceptable."

"This is a serious dereliction of duty!"

Cold sweat immediately broke out on the hall manager's forehead. If Angelina truly followed through with her complaint, he could already picture the auction house kicking him to the curb without a second thought.

Only then did Angelina turn to Azu, smiling. "Mr. John, please forgive my tardiness."

"Come with me. We can enter early."

Azu nodded, then glanced at the hall manager and sincerely said, "You're lucky, Mr. Berkeley. You should thank this lady."

If Angelina hadn't arrived in time, Mr. Berkeley's troubles wouldn't have stopped at just losing his job.

Whether or not the hall manager realized he had just taken a stroll past the gates of hell, Azu couldn't care less.

Just as they were about to leave, a voice called out from behind.

"Mr. Berkeley didn't do it on purpose. Miss Angelina, aren't you making a fuss over nothing?"

"Mr. Berkeley, don't worry. I'll explain the situation to the auction house later."

"You won't be in trouble."

Azu turned around to see a young man in his early twenties with blond hair, blue eyes, and a distinct Italian accent.

Angelina whispered, "That's Christ Hank. He's our biggest competitor in tonight's auction."

Christ Hank's gaze landed on Azu.

"And this gentleman is…?"

"For Miss Angelina to personally come and greet you with such respect, you must not be ordinary."

"Strange, though. I don't recall ever meeting you before."

Azu simply smiled, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned away without a word, walking forward as if Hank wasn't even worth acknowledging.

Angelina followed suit, showing no interest in making acquaintances with the Christ family.

Left standing there, Christ Hank rubbed his nose awkwardly and let out a dry chuckle. "Looks like I've been underestimated."

"In that case, I have to win that land tonight."

"Once I secure it, I'll build a hotel and a chain of commercial districts around it. This will be the Christ family's foothold in the Federation. We cannot afford to lose this battle!"

Beside him, the hall manager—who had just been spared his job—was now bowing and scraping as he eagerly led this young heir toward the auction hall.

A while later, as the auction had already begun and most guests were seated, Arnold from Olga Corporation arrived fashionably late.

He looked leaner than before, but his complexion was unusually rosy. Walking as he spoke, he said, "This is the Federal Auction House I told you about. I've done my research. Among tonight's guests, there's a woman named Angelina."

"She seems to be quite close to the Homelander. Not long ago, she was wounded in an assassination attempt at the Seven Towers, and the Homelander not only rescued her but also healed her injuries."

"So, if you can possess her body, I believe there's a high chance you'll be able to track down the Homelander."

Beside him, a Black bodyguard wearing sunglasses responded in a cold, detached voice, "It better be as you say."

They continued toward the auction hall.

If anyone were to remove the bodyguard's sunglasses at that moment, they would see the unmistakable look of terror in his eyes.

It was as if he had lost control over his body and actions.

By now, the auction was already in full swing.

The first item up for bid was a piece of jewelry, once allegedly worn by a queen of medieval France.

As soon as the necklace was displayed, several bidders competed fiercely for it. In the end, it was secured by Harry Winston Wright, the largest jeweler in the Federation, who won the bid for the gemstone necklace known as God's Blessing.

At 48 years old, Wright was the head of the top-tier jewelry company, Harry Winston. Acquiring this piece was part of his preparations for the upcoming World Jewelry Exhibition, hosted by a coalition of international jewelers.

Following that, several more items went up for auction. Some were successfully sold, while others failed to find a buyer.

Half an hour later—

The auctioneer cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, up next is a prime piece of land located in Southampton, New York."

Before he could even finish introducing it, someone raised their paddle.

"Five billion."

The auctioneer was momentarily stunned.

All eyes turned to the bidder—Christ Hank's assistant.

A murmur spread through the crowd.

Everyone knew that the Christ family was seeking entry into the Federal business scene. However, no one expected Christ Hank to start off so aggressively, immediately bidding five billion for a piece of land.

But before the auctioneer could bring down the hammer—

A crisp, feminine voice rang out.

"Ten billion."

The entire hall erupted in shock.

Everyone turned toward the bidder—Angelina, dressed in full evening attire.

Some observant guests exchanged knowing glances.

"She bid in person? With her status, she usually wouldn't need to do that."

"That can only mean she's bidding on behalf of someone else… someone even more influential than her?"

Following their speculation, many glanced toward Azu.

Christ Hank's expression remained composed as he nodded slightly to his assistant.

The assistant raised his paddle.

"Twelve billion."

The words had barely left his mouth when Angelina, without hesitation, lifted her paddle.

"Fifteen billion."

For the first time, Christ Hank's expression wavered. He turned to his accountant, who wiped sweat from his forehead and whispered,

"Sir, anything above fifteen billion and the land loses its investment value."

"But we can't afford to back down on our first bid in the Federation."

Christ Hank glanced at his assistant and made a hand gesture.

The assistant nodded and called out, "Twenty billion."

He was aiming for a swift and decisive victory.

But at that moment—

Angelina leisurely lifted her paddle again.

"Twenty-three billion."

"She's insane! That woman just raised it again!"

"She's dead set on going against the Christ family!"

"Is it really worth it?"

Christ Hank's face darkened. He adjusted his expression slightly, then stood up with a smile.

"Miss Angelina, if you're willing to let this land go, the Christ family would be deeply grateful."

Without sparing him a glance, Angelina lifted her paddle.

"Twenty-five billion."

It felt like a slap across Christ Hank's face, burning with humiliation.

He let out a cold snort and said darkly, "Miss Angelina, since you insist on competing, then I have no choice but to see this through."

Azu frowned slightly, casting a casual glance at Christ Hank.

Just as Hank was about to sit down, his entire body stiffened.

Then—he suddenly burst into laughter.

"With all due respect, compared to the Christ family, everyone here is nothing but bootlickers."

"You should all feel honored to sit in the same room as me. Grateful, even."

"Opportunities like this are rare. Frankly, if you think you can oppose our family, you'd best measure your own worth first."

"Don't make fools of yourselves."

His words instantly offended the entire hall.

The jeweler who had won God's Blessing stood up, his voice stern. "The Christ family may be powerful, but Mr. Hank, don't you think you're being a little too arrogant?"

An elderly gentleman scoffed, rising to his feet. "Even your father wouldn't dare speak to us this way."

"You've got quite the nerve, boy."

More voices followed—

"You are not welcome here. Get out!"

The auction organizers were at a loss. Offending either side was a lose-lose situation.

Meanwhile, Christ Hank's face was slick with sweat, but he still forced out another laugh.

"You think you have the right to challenge me?"

"You're all nothing but trash."

At that moment, even his own subordinates were stunned.

Finally, security had no choice but to escort him out.

Naturally, the land fell into Angelina's hands—or rather, Azu's.

As she glanced at him, a thought surfaced—

Master is becoming more and more terrifying. In every possible way.

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