The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

Ashley’s mind went blank.

She stood with her mouth agape, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

"President?"

"Was Guardian just talking about the President of America?"

"What did he mean by asking if I’m interested?"

"Does this mean... he wants me to be President?"

"Sir, you... you must be joking, right?" She gave a dry laugh. "I have a decent status in the business world, and many people scramble to curry favor with me, but that’s all thanks to you."

"I’m just a high-level employee; me, President? That’s not a funny joke!"

"I’m not joking." Lucas shook his head. "I’m just asking if you’re interested!"

"If you are, I can install you as President."

It wasn’t just Ashley who was stunned.

Even Soldier Boy, who was standing to the side, couldn’t help but speak up.

"Brother!"

He looked at him in disbelief. "We aren’t talking about a dog becoming a police dog here; we’re talking about the President of America, the person in charge of the Western Hemisphere. This isn’t a game!"

"The person in charge of the Western Hemisphere, isn’t that just a dog?"

Lucas said matter-of-factly, "You say it as if the President of America is something noble, but isn’t that just a dog pushed out by the conglomerates?!"

"If I want, I can replace him at any time—physically, politically, or chronologically, it’s all possible!"

Lucas’s eyes lit up with red light.

His Omega Beams seemed to be getting stronger, to the point where he could vaguely see a person’s life trajectory through those eyes.

Soldier Boy was speechless.

"Your appetite is quite large; do you want to be Napoleon?" Soldier Boy clicked his tongue.

"An emperor, huh?" Lucas laughed. "I have no interest in that position. Let ordinary people rule over ordinary people; our place is not among the mundane."

He turned around, his back to the morning wind atop the high building.

"Why would I install someone?"

"Because the current President will definitely shield those criminals. Those who have been to the island occupy half of America. Once they are all removed, society will certainly be in turmoil."

"But I just happen to have a ton of connections. Those people are the real big shots who possess millions of pounds!"

Lucas smirked.

It’s time for the old guard to exert their strength.

Soldier Boy and Ashley exchanged glances, unsure if Lucas was crazy or if they were.

"The people I know are willing to do me a favor and clean up the mess."

Lucas continued, "With them taking action, the positions that were vacated will be quickly filled and absorbed, so there won’t be too much turmoil for the public."

"In fact, after the reshuffle, America might even be better than it is now."

"But why would I go to all that trouble for nothing?

Unless! America is under my control.

I have the mandate of the people; they are willing to follow me. Aren’t they willing to let me be the Regent?"

"Then I shall shoulder that responsibility.

I will nominate an obedient President of America.

And then, you will be the one!!"

He looked at Ashley, his gaze indifferent.

"You will be the one to announce to the world that I, the Guardian, will become the legal Regent of America."

Ashley’s mind went blank.

From just now until this moment, she hadn’t been able to process it.

Where am I? Who am I? What was I going to do?

She could never have imagined that this was a shocking scheme conceived by the Guardian in just a few words.

This... is this really possible?

"You don’t need to worry about public opinion."

Lucas saw through her doubts. "It just so happens that we have that Wise-Ape, don’t we? She’s been working at Vought for a while now, right!"

"Keeping her in the Crime Investigation Department is a bit of a waste of her talent. I’ll transfer her over to be your advisor."

"With her managing things, you will win the election in a very short time and successfully move into the White House."

Ashley’s knees went weak, and she almost knelt down right there.

"Godfather! Is that you, Godfather!!"

She suddenly raised her head, as if stunned by a giant cake hitting her, the ambition in her eyes burning wildly.

If she couldn’t believe in herself, couldn’t she at least believe in the Guardian? Right?

What had the Guardian ever failed to accomplish?

President! President of America! That was a position she wouldn’t have dared to dream of in her entire life.

"Sir!" Her voice was trembling. "I want to get ahead so badly! I want to... be President so badly!"

"If I could really be President..."

She almost said it with a sob, hardening her heart.

"Fuck!! I’m betting on this!!"

What Stormfront! What Edgar! What trash Homelander... oh, even if I became President, I couldn’t mess with him.

"I promise, even if I have to lick the Guardian’s shoes (not that I mean shoes), I’m willing!"

Lucas nodded with satisfaction.

Licking shoes wouldn’t be necessary. He had someone else for that task.

Ambition is the best rein.

Someone who is ambitious, devoted to him, and whom he personally lifted out of the mud—that kind of person is the most comfortable to use!

"Go, call the Sister Sage over."

...

Sister Sage was summoned to Lucas’s office.

Seeing this slightly chubby, exotic-looking woman who was bisexual, Soldier Boy finally understood why Lucas gave her that nickname.

What made the old ice cube even more unable to hold it together was that her ability was Super Intelligence.

A race that is missing an evolutionary link at the genetic level awakens Super Intelligence? Was this woman mentally challenged before injecting compound v?

Soldier Boy curled his lip, but held it back. Can’t laugh. He’s a hero!

"How have you been doing at Vought lately?" Lucas asked slowly.

Sister Sage didn’t engage in small talk and got straight to the point.

"Not bad! However, the famous Mr. Guardian personally naming me to be recruited probably isn’t just to give me a retirement job, right?"

"Go on."

"You arranged for me to join the Crime Investigation Department, which is a department responsible for handling all Supe crime cases! Logically, your purpose is control!"

"Control every major case that makes the news, especially major Supe crimes.

All cases unfavorable to you must be suppressed, while all cases that can highlight your justice are pushed to the forefront.

This is to build a persona!!"

She looked up at Lucas. "Am I right?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

Can’t say he was right, just that it was completely off-base.

He recruited the Sister Sage into Vought simply because he remembered such a person existed and it would be convenient to use her later.

"You accept interviews, lash out at Congress, and even take down Little St. James Island... every move you make is on the edge of a knife, seemingly one misstep away from total ruin..."

"But every time, you precisely seize the maximum benefit obtainable in that situation."

Sister Sage looked as if she had found a kindred spirit.

"Mr. Guardian, I have a hypothesis."

"I’m afraid you, like me, possess... Super Intelligence!"

Lucas was taken aback. He almost couldn’t keep a straight face.

Whether I have Super Intelligence is hard to say, but yours is a bit off.

"Uh..."

"I might... have it?"

Lucas stroked his chin. Does super-prediction count?

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