Marvel: My Life Is A TV SHOW!-Chapter 132: Epstein Leak 2.0

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Chapter 132: Epstein Leak 2.0

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After the door closed behind her, Adam's serene expression didn't change. But his voice was cold.

"Alice. Initiate Project: Paper Trail."

"Track the micro-tracker I placed on her mask. Map every step she takes. Cross-reference with our real-time city surveillance."

"Build a profile of every Maggia operative she contacts, every property she visits, every conversation we can overhear."

He steepled his fingers. "I want to know everything about the Maggia. Their assets. Their intentions. Their love lives. Their future. Leave no stone unturned."

"Project initialized," Alice confirmed.

Adam nodded, satisfied.

He didn't mention the other thought; the one about Frank Castle. That motherfucking undying cockroach would never die to the Maggia.

If he did, Adam had already decided his next career move... professional dick-sucking.

And if that fell through? He'd become a motivational speaker for depressed goldfish.

The bar was low because Frank dying is harder than the universe ending. There are just some entities in Marvel that just don't go.

"Now," Adam said, standing and moving toward the window. "Prepare for the livestream." He'd prepared enough, and it was finally about time.

He looked down at the chaos below; the police barricades, the news vans, the curious crowds.

"Time for Epstein Leak 2.0. Last time, I leaked Hydra's bullshit." His smile was one of ominous amusement, "This time... Let's raise the temperature."

[I was just thinking, better just kill her and get it over with, but my man be thinking.]

[Hehehe, he's going after the entirety of the Maggia, music to my fucking ears, I thought he'd let the cockroaches play in his city.]

["Professional dick-sucking" Ayoo.]

[Epstein Leak 2.0?! What is he about to RELEASE? The Epstein files in Marvel!?] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

[... I think he's calling the Hydra leak Epstein leak 1.0, and now it's 2.0 leak against the ones behind the bombing.]

[Wait, if he leaks the Epstein files there, wouldn't we be able to glimpse what's in them, you know, without bullshit government redactions.]

[I don't think the Epstein files exist yet in his timeline, but he can make them...]

[Come to think of it, aren't there a lot of things Adam could leak there that would mimic the reality of our world too? Now I'm looking forward to the future.]

[Damn...] [...] [...]

Quantifying Adam Cypher's influence in the Marvel universe was like measuring an earthquake by counting the cracks in the sidewalk; technically possible, but it missed the point entirely.

The fallout from his infamous conference had reshaped the global landscape in ways that analysts were still struggling to comprehend.

Across the world, protests had erupted. Not the organized, permit-approved kind, but the raw, angry kind that spilled into streets and clogged traffic and made evening news.

Families of Hydra's victims; the ones Adam's data had identified by name, by date, by the cold statistics of their disappearance; demanded answers.

Governments, forced into action by the sheer weight of public outrage, launched investigations. And to their horror, they found that Adam's leaks were accurate.

Hydra had poked too many beehives. They had killed politicians and installed their own people.

They had infiltrated agencies and corrupted institutions. But Adam's data gave investigators a map; not complete, but enough to follow.

Several governments around the world had already launched operations against Hydra facilities.

Some were successful. Some were distractions, Hydra sacrificing pawns to protect their kings. But even the traps cost Hydra. Even the sacrifices bled.

And Adam never stopped.

Every week, like clockwork, his social platforms received updates. "New Hydra Findings," the posts read, accompanied by files that ranged from damning evidence to complete fabrications.

The latter were Adam's favorites; pure fiction, stamped with forged Hydra letterheads, designed to send the organization scrambling to deny things they'd never done.

But Hydra cannot do that. They cannot deny anything, and even if they tried to deny the 'truth', no one would believe them.

They just had to sit there and take the pumping like good little sluts. They just had to hold back their anger and frustration.

In fact, manufacturing black material is quickly becoming Adam's favorite hobby. That shit makes him giggle like a little girl, imagining Hydra's reactions.

Eitherway, the conspiracy community had adopted him as a folk hero. UFOlogists, government-truth seekers, basement-dwelling theorists who had spent long screaming into the void; Adam had validated them all.

Aliens were real. Demons were real. The biggest conspiracy in human history, Hydra, had been exposed by a mutant billionaire who posted supernatural fight videos for fun.

And oh, those videos.

Adam's personal accounts had become the most followed entities on the internet.

Hundreds of millions of followers; a ludicrous number for 2009, a number that made traditional celebrities weep with envy.

They watched Jean Grey lift cars with her mind. They watched Bobby Drake freeze swimming pools solid. They watched Domino dodge bullets through impossible coincidences.

But the most popular content by far was Adam's fights.

He kept his most obvious vampiric abilities hidden; no blood manipulation, no mist form, no bat transformation.

But everything else was on display. His superhuman physique. His reaction times. His brutal, incomprehensible combat style.

Spars against Domino and Anna were gentle, almost playful; teasing exchanges that showcased their chemistry as much as their skills.

Spars against Jean were rougher, her telekinesis forcing him to dodge and weave and think.

Spars against his own Null-Suit were wars of attrition, six mechanical arms against one organic and one cybernetic, a ballet of violence that left viewers breathless.

That shit was brutal, and Adam didn't shy away from bleeding, the spars sometimes so rough that he gets quite fucked up, thus showcasing his inhuman regeneration.

Therefore, many on the internet theorized that his mutant ability is akin to a superhuman body with exceptional regeneration.

To his enemies, it looked like stupidity. Broadcasting your capabilities? Revealing your weaknesses? It was madness.

But Mephisto understood. The demon had deduced the truth months ago; Adam's power grew with attention. Every view, every like, every share, every hate comment and adoring fanpost; it all fed the machine.

The livestream countdown, before it even began, had drawn ten million viewers.

By the time Adam went live, that number had multiplied several times over.

The suicide bombing had only intensified the hunger. Any news related to Cypher was priority now, let alone a livestream from the man himself.

The world stopped to watch.

The screen flickered to life, revealing Adam Cypher in his natural habitat; His workshop.

He sat cross-legged on a raised platform, surrounded by tables covered in half-finished projects, components, and the skeletons of machines not yet born.

His white suit was immaculate, his hair perfectly styled, his expression one of serene jest.

Behind him, holographic screens displayed Cypher products, never missing the opportunity to advertise, and also live viewer counts, and the Cypher Corp logo.

He radiated Aura.

[Adam in his workshop is such a vibe. Mad scientist energy.]

[Tens of millions sounds insane, but isn't that a little low considering the circumstances?]

[The numbers are enough to break the internet but yeah, it feels like something the whole world should be watching.]

[Superhuman mutant that's a close friend of the X-Men, has outplayed infamous terrorist Magneto and publicized it to the whole world, has just dealt with a suicide bombing, and has exposed the existence of a world destroying organization in the biggest leak the world had seen yet... Yeah, there should be more.]

[Holy essay!]

[I essayed my DNA into your mom, shut the fuck up.]

[...] [Lmao] [Lol] [Lmao] [+1] [...] [+1] [+1]

Adam smiled at the camera, a warm smile.

"Welcome back to the show, my lovely audience. I've missed you."

He leaned forward slightly. "A lot has happened since we last spoke. A tragic incident, two days ago; a suicide bombing aimed at me..."