The voting results on Spiderweb ca in surprisingly fast.
Dark Knight Drex dominated the rankings with more than 12.3 million votes, firmly securing first place.
Second place did not belong to Tony Stark as many people had expected, but rather to the Invisible Woman, Susan Storm, who had debuted earlier than him. Even so, Susan only received a little over five million votes.
And these were not fake numbers.
Spiderweb's account managent system was absurdly strict.
Each person could only register a single account, and every login required facial recognition verification to prevent bots or paid vote manipulation from existing at all.
As for the personal movie projects, Drex Valen established a fifty-fifty profit split with the superheroes themselves, ensuring that ownership of their character rights remained in their own hands.
That way, no one could easily poach them away later.
Whether the movies used actors who resembled the heroes or whether the heroes chose to play themselves personally was entirely up to them.
Drex could not care less.
He dumped all of those managent headaches onto Urd.
Honestly, if Black Widow had not exposed herself so early, Drex would have preferred letting her handle this entire division instead.
She probably would have loved the work.
Unlike Urd, who constantly looked at him with the expression of soone silently asking whether he was trying to work her to death.
Of course, Drex solved that problem the very sa night.
A romantic candlelit dinner worth over a million dollars.
A bed covered in rose petals.
After one extrely successful evening of "romance," Urd completely stopped complaining about handling the Superhero Association's affairs.
In fact, she now looked visibly delighted while working.
"…I kind of feel like a scumbag."
Drex Valen briefly condemned himself on a moral level.
Then imdiately threw that morality into the trash.
After all, spending ti criticizing himself was far less productive than doing sothing useful.
Now that he had restored his body's hormones to normal release levels, Drex finally regained ordinary human emotions again.
"Suddenly I don't feel like doing anything productive."
"I just want to play gas."
Drex collapsed lazily onto a massive sofa and pulled on his gaming helt.
After entering the password with practiced familiarity, he once again logged into Fight to the End.
Recently, Drex Valen had personally funded a massive tournant for the ga.
At the mont, players everywhere were feverishly preparing for it.
After all, the grand prize was one million dollars.
That amount of money naturally attracted countless highly skilled people who desperately needed cash.
But Fight to the End was no ordinary ga.
The gaming helt technology developed by Drex Valen achieved a terrifying ninety-nine percent realism simulation rate.
Even professional soldiers and rcenaries often struggled to distinguish it from reality.
This near-perfect combat simulation had already attracted large-scale military interest from the United States governnt, which wanted private server systems specifically for training soldiers.
Drex had included virtually every firearm in existence within the ga.
Modern weapons.
Cold War weapons.
Even firearms from World War II.
The realism was absurdly high.
Weapons could jam due to environntal conditions, overheat, malfunction, or experience chanical failures exactly like their real-life counterparts.
"The Human Cheat Code is online again!"
"He started streaming!"
"Quick, get in there!"
A massive number of fans who had been waiting endlessly for Drex Valen to log back in imdiately flooded toward the livestream.
And then...
He matched into a ga with Spider-Gwen.
Gwen also wanted that million-dollar prize money.
Thanks to Spider-Man-level reflexes and neural reaction speed, she had already beco known throughout Fight to the End as the "Goddess of Death" in less than five days.
Most of that ti had only been spent learning weapon reload techniques and firearm maintenance.
Otherwise, she probably would have mastered the ga even faster.
"The Human Cheat Code and the Goddess of Death got matched together!"
"Wait, the Goddess of Death?! The woman who got ninety kills in a single match?!"
The fans instantly exploded with excitent after spotting the two famous usernas in the one-hundred-player lobby.
Ninety kills in a single match.
That basically ant most of the other ninety-nine players never even had the chance to fight back.
Even Drex Valen found that slightly ridiculous.
Not because he could not achieve the sa number of kills.
But because players usually eliminated each other before one person could monopolize the entire match.
Of course, this particular ga was different.
The mont the other players noticed the nas "Human Cheat Code" and "Goddess of Death" in the lobby...
They instantly made a decision.
Temporary alliance.
Everyone would work together first and eliminate those two monsters before fighting each other.
Because both of them were simply too overpowered.
Ninety-eight players versus two people.
No matter how you looked at it, those two should have been dood.
Even the viewers thought so.
After all, no matter how skilled soone was, fighting nearly a hundred players at once sounded impossible.
At first, Drex Valen had no idea what was happening.
But after instantly quick-scoping three distant enemies with a sniper rifle, he suddenly noticed over a dozen vehicles charging directly toward him.
"So they tead up?"
Drex imdiately understood the situation.
Without hesitation, he switched from the sniper rifle to a standard 5.56mm M4A1 assault rifle.
In reality, Drex Valen's most terrifying skill was not sniping.
It was burst-fire precision shooting.
Thanks to his reaction speed, the world around him practically moved in slow motion.
He could calmly aim before every single shot.
Which ant the number of enemies did not matter at all.
The outco remained exactly the sa.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!
Before the players inside the vehicles could even disembark, Drex had already opened fire.
His trigger control was absurd.
The speed of his burst shots beca so fast that his livestream viewers nearly got dizzy from how violently his screen moved.
"What the hell?! Why is his screen moving so fast?!"
"Seven kills already?! Oh my God!"
"This strear has to be an active-duty sniper in real life!"
"My eyes can't even keep up!"
The viewers exploded in disbelief.
The remaining players scrambled out of the vehicles, but before they could even return fire, Drex's first bullet instantly blew apart the skull of a player attempting to operate the mounted M2 heavy machine gun attached to one of the trucks.
One shot.
One headshot.
Clean and effortless.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
In less than a blink, five rapid shots rang out consecutively.
Five players collapsed almost simultaneously, bullets punched cleanly through their foreheads.
The entire sequence took less than a second.
"Freaking monster!"
The surviving players cursed loudly while diving behind vehicles for cover.
One player suddenly extended his arm outward, a grenade clenched between his fingers as he prepared to throw it.
BANG!
A gunshot echoed out.
The player's arm exploded apart instantly.
The grenade dropped onto the ground.
Amid terrified shouting and furious cursing, seven or eight nearby players desperately leaped away.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Every gunshot represented another death.
Several players were still airborne mid-jump when crimson flowers of blood erupted from their bodies before they crashed lifelessly onto the ground.
BOOOOM!!!
The delayed grenade finally exploded, shattering nearby car windows and sending scorching shockwaves rolling through the battlefield.
And imdiately afterward, Drex sharply turned his rifle toward a player over five hundred ters away who had been preparing to ambush him from the side.
One bullet.
Instant headshot.
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