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Vought Tower – Laboratory
Black Noir was silently wiping blood off his dagger. Suddenly, he snapped his head up.
Jiro was already standing in front of him, no one knew when he got there.
Black Noir instantly went into battle mode, stabbing forward with his dagger!
"CLANG!"
Jiro caught the blade between two fingers like it was nothing—and squeezed.
"SNAP!"
The dagger shattered.
Black Noir jumped back and got into a fighting stance.
Jiro tilted his head. "A clone?"
No answer. Black Noir lunged at him!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each strike was fast, precise, and vicious—but Jiro didn't even flinch. He just let Noir's punches land on him.
As the fight went on, Noir's expression twisted in disbelief. His attacks weren't even making Jiro budge.
"Are you done?" Jiro asked coldly.
Then, he reached out with one hand and grabbed Noir by the neck, lifting him into the air.
Black Noir struggled wildly, but it was useless.
Jiro's eyes flashed gold.
"BOOM!!!"
His heat vision exploded forth.
Black Noir: dead.
Vought Tower Rooftop
Queen Maeve was drinking alone. Suddenly, she spun around!
Jiro was standing behind her, calm and expressionless.
Maeve clenched her fists, on guard. "Who are you?"
"The guy cleaning up the trash," Jiro said flatly.
Maeve was silent for a while, then suddenly chuckled bitterly. "So… Homelander's dead?"
"Yeah."
She let out a long breath, like a massive weight had finally lifted off her shoulders.
"…Thanks," she said quietly.
Jiro glanced at her, then turned around.
"You can go. I won't kill you."
Maeve froze in place, then turned to leave.
Next second—
SWISH!
Maeve collapsed heavily to the ground.
Vought Tower – Top Floor Office
Edgar Vought was sitting at his desk when suddenly, all the monitors in front of him went black.
"What the hell?!" he shouted.
Next moment, the office's bulletproof glass shattered with a thunderous crash!
Jiro walked in slowly.
Edgar's face went pale, but he forced himself to stay calm. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Jiro didn't answer. He simply waved his hand.
BOOM!!!
The entire Vought Tower collapsed in an instant!
In the rising dust and debris, Jiro floated in the air, looking down at the ruins below.
"Turing," he called softly.
[Connected to this world's network. Vought database successfully hacked.]
Turing, his AI assistant, spoke in his ear. Invisible streams of data flooded into Vought's core systems.
In just a few seconds, all encrypted files, experiment logs, surveillance footage, and internal emails were cracked and copied.
"Found it."
Turing projected the collected evidence in front of Jiro.
— Videos of Homelander massacring civilians with his heat vision— Footage showing A-Train killing a pedestrian and covering it up— Surveillance of Deep Sea sexually assaulting a coworker— Logs of Black Noir's assassination missions— Vought's experimental data on Compound V and creating superhumans— Secret deals between the government and Vought
[Evidence package complete. Publish globally?]
"Do it."
Next second, every news site, social media app, government server, and dark web forum around the world was hit with an unremovable push notification:
"The Truth About Vought International: The Crimes and Lies of Superheroes"
Videos, documents, recordings—everything flooded the internet in seconds.
New York Streets
People were panicking.
"Oh my god! Homelander killed that many people?!"
"A-Train laughed after running someone over?!"
"Deep Sea's a total pervert!!"
"They've been experimenting on normal people this whole time?!"
Furious crowds stormed Vought branches. The government called emergency meetings.
Lawmakers stared in horror at the evidence on the screens. Many of them had been Vought's secret allies.
"…We're screwed," one high-ranking official muttered, collapsing into his chair.
The Boys' Hideout
Billy Butcher stared at the screen, then burst out laughing.
"HA! Bloody brilliant!!"
Hughie's eyes widened. "Who did this?"
Frenchie shook his head. "Whoever it was, they just did in five minutes what we couldn't pull off in years."
High above the chaos, Jiro looked down at the city.
"System, is the mission complete?"
[Ding! Target eliminated. World order restored.]
[Reward: Flash of Insight (With this, the host's brain will gain not just super-intelligence, but true creative ability—an actual superbrain!)]
Flash of Insight?
Jiro suddenly felt a rush of inspiration flooding his mind. His superbrain started running countless simulations.
He could feel it—if you gave him a direction, he could create anything.
This wasn't just processing knowledge anymore. Unlike before, where he built stuff based on what he already knew, now he could invent entirely new things—just like Tony Stark creating a time machine.
Without overthinking it, he glanced at the flashing police lights and the crowds below, then spoke in his mind:
"System, is the next world unlocked yet?"
[Ding! New world detected!]
[Target universe: Jackie Chan Adventures]
[Mission Brief: The Demon Sorcerer Shendu and his minions are gathering the Twelve Talismans to regain full power. Stop Shendu from being resurrected.]
Jiro raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Jackie Chan Adventures, huh? Sounds fun. The mission says 'stop him'—but it didn't say how, did it? Taking a few things for myself isn't too much, right?"
He recalled the world's setting:The Twelve Zodiac Talismans, the Eight Demon Sorcerers, the Book of Ages, the Demon Mask… It might look like a kids' cartoon, but those magical artifacts were no joke.
[Teleportation ready. Travel now?]
Jiro glanced at the crumbling Vought Tower. He'd already seen through and analyzed Compound V with his super vision.
"Let's go. Time to check out this magic world."
A golden portal opened in front of him. On the other side, a familiar-looking city shimmered in the distance.
Jiro stepped forward, his black cape swirling behind him.
Jackie Chan Adventures Universe – New York
On a busy New York street, Jiro stood atop a traditional rooftop, his super senses fully activated.
His super hearing picked up a conversation from an antique shop a few blocks away.
"One more thing—the university called. They want you to help translate some ancient texts," came a strong, aged voice.
"Got it," a younger voice replied.
"And another thing. I can't read these inscriptions—they're in some really old script. I'm heading to the back to check my notes."
"Okay."
"And another thing—this is Jade, your niece. She's moving in with you for a year. Got it?"
Jiro smiled.
"Found it."
"Looks like the plot's just getting started," he said with a slight smirk.
Just then, his x-ray vision locked onto a few familiar figures several blocks away.
Three not-so-bright-looking guys were heading toward the antique store.
"Perfect timing."
With a blur, Jiro vanished from the rooftop.
"....."