Chapter 206: 206. Youtuber
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In one single day, Hector's Youtube Account saw so much activity that the company quickly spent shit loads of money on upgrading the servers to handle a hundred times more traffic because they knew it was just the beginning.
Not to mention, because Hector used this new campaigning method, the world found out about Youtube, and suddenly everyone wanted to see it. The existing content creators saw a sudden rise in their subscriber counts, and Hector became the biggest content creator in a day with 10 Million subscribers.
There were Smosh and Nigahiga under him, four million away. But the real battle was yet to start as the king of future Youtube was still not discovered. But that would happen in a year.
In any way, Hector used his presence on the platform to revolutionize it by bringing in sponsors from all kinds of companies. More ads meant more money. But he had to create guidelines to ensure creators don't cross the line too much. Normal cursing was fine. Adam had written a fine long algorithm for it with the help of Jarvis.
But seeing Hector's popularity among the masses, many tried to create hurdles. The supreme court was already hearing cases against Hector every day, from his eligibility to stand in an election to breaching the campaigning rules by using Youtube, his own company.
But this backfired, and all the old farts of Congress realized that Hector was the love of the Internet. Memes, old historical videos, stories about him, and made-up motivational quotes with his image were being shared all around the Internet.
People started to dig out things from way in the past. But sadly, there were not too many videos from before WW2, since the man was born before the first video was even taken.
The thing was, as he was involved in the American-Spanish War, WW1, WW2, Korean War, Vietnam War, and dozens of other major conflicts, he was famous everywhere because, at one point in history, he was involved in every single nation. And Hector's image in all these nations was primarily positive.
People fucking loved him. The Election was just for the show at this stage, and as the men and women in Congress realized this, they began to jump the sinking ship.
It was the most comedic and revolutionizing time in American Politics. A 140-year-old man had the Congress by the balls, and the nation enjoyed it.
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Mongolia,
"So why are we here?" Diana asked him.
Hector shrugged and looked around at the plain grasslands and the mountains in the distance. Mongolia was a feast for nature lovers. "Away from the Internet and other mess. And it's a nice place, to be honest. Also, with the number of resources I have at my disposal, I can make any country in the world wealthy overnight."
"So you have come to help them?" Diana questioned.
"Yes and no. The reason why I am here to help them is not just out of the greatness of my heart. Instead, I am aiming toward my main goal of uniting the planet as one.
"And the only nations that will oppose joining the hands of the rest of the world will be Russia and China. These two have different core beliefs and, by nature, must oppose whatever folks like me say. Yes, they also got hit by the invasion, but they don't care.
"To counter this, I am going to surround these nations with my allies who are ready to join the world order," Hector revealed his grand plan.
Diana rubbed her chin and thought about it. It made some sense as she had learned the new demography of the world. For example, there was no North Korea or communist Vietnam. There was no Pol Pot or dictator in Myanmar. Hector was in power until the late 1980s, and by then, he had disposed of all possible dictators.
But giants like Russia and China were too much to be simply taken by Hector's fists. Hence, this new plan. Of course, he could have just used the gauntlet and made things happen, but Hector had an argument against it.
The thing was, Earth was the plot point in this Universe. So many ultra-powered beings lived here or originated from here—beings who may not be affected by the stones' powers. So trying to force his will on the Earth would not work at all and might even backfire.
"How will you unite the planet when everyone has their own army?" A very valid question.
He grinned evilly this time. "Hehe, now I will use my infinity gauntlet. Tell me why the United States has such overwhelming military spending and presence around the world? It's simple, to keep the American hegemony and global stability. There used to be so many wars between nations before World War 1. It was because everyone had an army, and not always good leaders come to power. Sometimes they can be mini Hitler. So now the United States is basically the big daddy that says, 'Go on with the business, lads. I will ensure your safety.' and this way, America always wins.
"Now, I will bolster the United Nations Peacekeepers. The UN is about to have lots of aircraft carriers, warships, and jets. Along with thousands of important military alliances in the process."
"BOW WOW!" Moony came back running and angrily growled at them. ~Always workie-workie... when play?~
"Haha, let's go and play then."
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Washington-Xavier Institute for Gifted Children
"We got a big contract this time. I never thought this day would come, but it seems I'm going to help bring Civil Rights for mutants by being the highest paid construction worker in the world." Erik/Magneto chirped as he waved the contract papers in front of Charles' face.
"What is this?" Charles read it. But his eyes fell on the zeroes behind a number. "You are being paid 10 billion dollars to help rebuild New York City?"
Erik smugly nodded, "It seems not everyone's abilities are as useless as peeping into someone's mind."
"I helped more than you in that invasion." Charles barked back.
Erik scoffed, "This isn't a dick eati... measuring contest, my friend. Though I'm certain, I'd still win."
*YAWN*
"What are you guys walking about?" Jean tiredly entered the kitchen from the common hall.
"Dicks", Hank blurted from the side, silently eating cereal.
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"Since when were you sitting there?" Charles questioned, amazed he didn't feel him.
Hank got up, put his dishes into the sink, and left, "Long enough to know I should lock my door at night. See you later."
*Yawn* "I hate Grandpa. Why did he leave the Asgardian princes with me? Why do I get to be the nanny? One's too dumb and narcissistic, and the other is a pathological liar AND a narcissist. I just knock their heads and make them fall unconscious." Jean complained loudly.
Charles helped her, "Dear, I heard the screams for help. I am certain the blonde one has a human girlfriend. It is you who has kept him captive here."
"I have? B-but... grandpa said I need to watch over them." She muttered.,
"I'm sure you can do that with them being anywhere in the world as well. And I think we should focus on building good relationships with them since they are gods... aliens to be precise."
Jean thought about it while holding her chin. "Hmm... the Blonde one can go. He's too stupid to plot something. But that Loki stays. I don't trust him."
"Well, he is called the God of Mischief." Erik finished up his tea and left quickly. He had work to do, a city to help make.
"Hmm... I should talk to him." Jean, too, left to see what she could do. There was nothing to do anyway, and she was getting bored. Scott was with his wife, Emma Frost, outside, helping people.
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Underground X-MEN Facility
"Why have you returned? To laugh at my misery? You just wait, the moment I'm out, my dagger shall pierce through your heart." Loki snarled at his captor from inside a glass cube.
Jean didn't even care and kept eating snickers. "Think whatever you want, man. You give too much importance to yourself. It's not like I want to be here with a brat like you."
"This is extremely disrespectful. I am Prince of Asgard, the rightful heir to..."
Jean interrupted, "Yada-yada... you gonna cry to your mom? What's with your family? Your father seemed pretty badass, your mum was okay, your brother is too dumb, and you're... you've got the worst of genes, it seems. Is this something related to keeping the bloodline pure?"
"What's that?"
"You know, sister doing brother. Father doing daughter and son doing mother. Incest, dude. You're supposed to be a God. Don't you know Zeus? That bloody leech?" Jean rambled about whatever she felt like.
Loki dumbly watched her shame him, "Ah, so it's all funny to you? Mocking my inheritance? Because I'm too impure? Because I am an orphan?"
"Woah Woah... I never made fun of that. I didn't even know that. What's your story?"
"I shall tell you that while I laugh at your grave." Loki sneered.
"Pfft... you want to kill me? Go ahead. That phoenix will burn you to a crisp. Am I right, red?" She had a habit of speaking to the bird inside her at times.
"The bird? Phoenix? Wait... by any chance, did you mean the Phoenix Force?"
"Yup"
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"You're its avatar? T-that... it all makes sense now. FUCK!"
"Hey! Language," Jean mimicked Captain America's voice.
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