The results of the voting on Spiderweb came out very quickly.
Dark Knight Zod took first place with more than 12.3 million fan votes. Second place was not Tony Stark, but Susan the Invisible Woman, who had debuted earlier than him. Even so, Susan only had a little over five million votes.
And none of those votes were fake. Spiderweb managed accounts very strictly. Each person could only have one account, and every login required facial recognition, making it impossible for bot farms to show up.
When it came to producing personal movies, Zod split the profits fifty-fifty with the superheroes, making sure the rights stayed in the heroes' own hands so they would not get poached later.
As for whether the lead role should go to a lookalike actor or whether the superhero wanted to play themselves, Zod Heath did not care. He handed all of that work over to Urd.
Actually, if Black Widow had not been exposed so quickly, Zod Heath would have preferred to put her in charge. She definitely would have loved the job, unlike Urd, who always wore the expression of someone asking whether he was trying to work her to death.
But that very night, Zod gave Urd something romantic in return, a candlelit dinner worth a million dollars, along with a bed covered in rose petals.
Then Zod Heath began... ahem, a full round of whip-crack, thrust-deep, all-the-way-in action.
And Urd kept striving for perfection, striving for perfection, striving for perfection.
The specific process was as follows:
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Unfortunately, Urd's stamina was nowhere near Zod's. She failed to battle until dawn, started begging for mercy halfway through the night, and finally raised the white flag.
After one truly romantic night, Urd stopped complaining altogether and threw herself into handling the affairs of the Superhero Association. It was obvious that she was even in a rather cheerful mood.
"I kind of feel like a scumbag."
Zod Heath first condemned himself a little on moral grounds, then very quickly threw those useless morals aside.
After all, instead of wasting time on self-criticism, he might as well do something meaningful.
Once he let all the hormones in his body return to normal release levels, Zod Heath recovered his normal emotions as well.
"Suddenly I don't want to do anything. I just want to play games."
Zod Heath dropped onto the giant sofa and lazily pulled on his gaming helmet.
After entering the password with practiced ease, he once again logged into Fight to the End.
Zod Heath had funded a tournament for Fight to the End himself, and right now everyone was actively preparing for it.
After all, the champion would win one million dollars, which had naturally drawn the attention of many people with special skills but very empty wallets.
And since Fight to the End used gaming helmet technology created by Zod Heath himself, the realism simulation had reached 99 percent. Even real soldiers and mercenaries could barely tell the difference.
That near-real environment had even led the US military to place bulk orders. They wanted to build a private server specifically to train soldiers.
Zod Heath had input every firearm in the world into the game, even guns from World War II. The realism was off the charts, because the guns could even malfunction or jam depending on environmental conditions.
"That human-hack god is online again!"
"He started streaming!"
"Hurry up and watch!"
A lot of fans who had been waiting for Zod Heath so long they were practically going blind were overjoyed that he had finally logged in.
Then he got matched with Spider-Silk Gwen.
Gwen also wanted that one million dollars. With a spider's neural reflex speed, it had taken her less than five days to become the "Goddess of Death" inside Fight to the End. Most of those few days had only been spent familiarizing herself with how to load different firearms and replace their parts. Otherwise, she would not have needed even that much time.
"The human-hack god just ran into the Goddess of Death!"
"The Goddess of Death? Holy shit, you mean that woman who set the completely unprecedented record of ninety kills in one match?"
The fans saw the familiar names on the hundred-player entry list and instantly got excited.
Goddess of Death?
Of course Zod Heath had seen the fans' barrage comments too. Spiderweb accounts did not allow fake genders. Everyone's listed sex was real.
Still, ninety kills in one game meant that out of the other ninety-nine players, most of them probably had not even gotten the chance to fire back.
That was something even Zod would find difficult to do. Not because he could not kill that many, but because before he got that many kills, the players would usually have already killed each other off.
Of course, there were exceptions, like this very match. The moment the other players saw two familiar names on the entry list, they decided to team up first and eliminate the Goddess of Death and the human-hack god before anything else.
Because those two were just too absurdly overpowered.
Ninety-eight people teaming up to snipe two players. No matter how you looked at it, those two should have been doomed.
Even the fans thought so. No matter how strong you were, it was impossible to kill that many people at once.
At first, Zod Heath did not realize what was happening. But after he used a sniper rifle to quick-scope and eliminate three distant enemies, more than a dozen vehicles came charging at him.
"These guys teamed up?"
Zod instantly understood what they were trying to do, so he switched out the sniper rifle and pulled out a 5.56mm M4A1 rifle.
His semi-auto rifle taps were actually the most terrifying thing about him, because in front of Zod Heath's reaction speed, the screen was practically frozen. He could take his time aiming before firing, which meant it made no difference how many enemies came at him. The result would always be the same.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
Before the people in the vehicles could even get out, Zod had already opened fire. His tapping speed was so absurd that the screen shook so fast it made the fans dizzy.
"What the fuck, how is his screen moving that fast?"
"Seven-kill streak! Oh my God!"
"Streamer has to be an active-duty sniper, right? He has to be a real sniper in real life!"
"That speed is insane, my eyes are blurring!"
The fans were all in open shock.
The remaining players jumped out of the vehicles, but before they could even fire, Zod Heath's first bullet had already gone to the guy trying to man the vehicle-mounted M2 heavy machine gun.
One shot, one headshot. Clean and efficient.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In one instant, five bullets fired in quick succession. In less than a blink, all five players were hit square in the forehead, dying in neat formation in under one second.
The players cursed him as a freak and hurriedly ducked behind the vehicles.
One of them stuck out a hand, a grenade clenched between his fingers, just about to throw it.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The arm was severed, the grenade fell to the ground, and amid a storm of curses, seven or eight players leaped away in panic.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each gunshot meant one life. Several players were still in midair when their flowers of life burst open in scarlet blood, then withered away at once.
Boom!!!
The delayed grenade finally exploded, shattering the windows of the nearby sedan and kicking up a wave of scorching wind.
Immediately after that, Zod swung the muzzle of his rifle around and blew the head off a player more than five hundred meters to his right who had been trying to shoot him from the shadows.