World Traveler Villain

{Chapter: 314 Deep Adoration}

"Is this… is this really the legendary residence of Lord William?" The bald man adjusted his glasses as he stood before what could only be described as a humble, thatched hut nestled in the wilderness. Despite its appearance, his face was glowing with awe. "It looks... extraordinary. So modest, yet it radiates power. Truly worthy of Lord William."

"Sitwell, you nailed it," said a man beside him in a crisp black suit, his Hydra insignia subtly pinned to his collar. He clutched his chest dramatically. "Even just standing here, I can feel it. The aura of a true titan. The strongest man of our era—Lord William—is in there. I can barely contain myself!"

The bald man—none other than Jasper Sitwell, double agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra—gave a knowing nod. "Of course. His power transcends space. His very presence echoes through time. When you get this close to the divine, your soul trembles."

Another agent, younger, eyes wide with reverence, stepped forward. "I've been worshipping his portrait since I was a kid. Every night before bed, I'd kneel, clasp my hands, and pray to his likeness. And now… now I'm really here."

"Shhh! Keep it down!" Sitwell hissed, raising a hand. "You want to disturb him? You think getting flicked into dust by Lord William would be a dishonor? That would be a blessing."

"Yes, yes, you're right!" the suit-wearing man whispered hastily. "Sitwell, go on. Open the door."

Sitwell extended his hand toward the wooden door, his palm visibly trembling. "I—I can't. My hand's cramping. Too much pressure. You do it."

"I—I dare not," said the suited agent, stepping back.

"Nor me! That's Lord William in there!"

"You two are an embarrassment to Hydra," Sitwell muttered, shaking his head. With stiff fingers, he finally reached forward and pushed the door open, inch by inch.

As the door creaked, a waft of unpleasantness hit them. The three of them leaned in with breath held, hearts pounding like drums.

"Lord William," they called out in near-unison, trying to contain their overwhelming excitement. "Your loyal Hydra followers have come to pay their respe—"

"Wi—you paralyzed idiots, get lost! I'm trying to take a shit here!" William snarled without shame, squatting just past the doorway, a crumpled paper in one hand and a deeply annoyed look on his face.

The three men froze mid-bow, eyes wide, jaw slack.

Was this really the mythical William? The one who tricked Red Skull, disappeared like a ghost, and was worshipped by an entire generation of Hydra loyalists?

It was him, no question. But why… was he squatting like that?

"Get lost before I kill you all with a flick of my finger!" William barked again, radiating irritation more than aura.

"Y-yes, of course! Lord William, please carry on!" Sitwell and the others scrambled backward, bowing with sweat dripping from their foreheads before they shut the door and fled.

They didn't stop until they were well down the path, panting and red-faced with a mix of fear and awe.

"I thought I was about to die," one of the agents said, wiping tears from his face. "Is that really him? Is that how true greatness… takes care of business?"

"My legs are still shaking," muttered the younger one, collapsing onto a rock. "But that's what makes him great! Even in his most human moments, he's terrifying. He's… magnificent."

Sitwell adjusted his glasses again, wiping his brow. "Only Lord William could turn something as vulgar as a bowel movement into a display of dominance. With him leading us, Hydra will crush the world under our boots."

Just then, a familiar voice echoed behind them like a crack of thunder. "Three idiots. Are you talking about me?"

The three men froze, their backs straightening instantly as they turned around, wide-eyed and pale.

"Wi-Wi-Wi… Lord William…" Sitwell stammered.

William stepped forward, now fully dressed, arms crossed and a sharp glare in his eyes. "Did I ask you a question, or are you all so stunned by my divine presence that you forgot how to speak?"

"N-no, we heard you, Lord William!" one of the agents said, practically jumping in place. "We were just… overwhelmed by your greatness, that's all!"

Sitwell, regaining a bit of composure, thumped the panicked man's shoulder. "What's the first thing you do when you see Lord William? Huh? Have you forgotten all your training? Get it together!"

The three agents immediately dropped to one knee and bowed their heads.

"Hail Hydra. Hail Lord William."

William raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Took you long enough. I swear, Hydra's standards have really dropped since I vanished."

"Hail Hydra! For thousands of years—unify the world!" Agent Sitwell threw both hands high with fanatical devotion, shouting at the top of his lungs. The two people behind him echoed loudly, matching his posture with practiced fervor.

"Let us pay our deepest respects to the great Lord William, the eternal spiritual totem of Hydra." Sitwell dropped to one knee, his right hand solemnly pressed over his chest, head bowed with reverence. The two extras copied him with near-synchronized precision, clearly rehearsed.

William watched the scene with a grin that bordered on sinister. His arms crossed, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Alright, alright. You can get up now."

The trio stood quickly, brushing imaginary dust from their knees. Their eyes sparkled like teenagers meeting a rock star backstage. "Wi—Lord William... it's really you!"

"Don't speak," William interrupted, raising a hand like a king silencing a court jester. "I'll ask the questions here."

"Of course, of course, Lord William. Ask whatever you like! Anything!" Sitwell stammered, practically vibrating with excitement. "Even if you want to know what color panties my wife wears—I'll tell you!"

William's expression dropped. "What the hell, man? Who even wants to know that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That was disrespectful—please, Lord William, calm your righteous wrath." Sitwell fell to his knees again, trembling as if judgment were upon him.

"Oh, for the love of...me stop kneeling every three seconds!" William spread his arms wide, exasperated. "How the hell are we supposed to talk if you're always kissing the dirt?"

"I kneel because I'm unworthy to stand in your divine presence, my Lord!" Sitwell declared, rising once again and adjusting his glasses. "Please... ask your questions. I swear on my allegiance to Hydra—I'll answer truthfully."

William narrowed his eyes, then smiled slyly. "Fine. That little performance earlier—what's the story behind it?"

Sitwell lit up like a fanboy at Comic-Con. "You noticed! As expected of Lord William. That ceremonial display is our highest form of reverence. We perform it at every Hydra gathering, especially in front of your statue. It's a custom now, a sacred ritual. The chant—'Long live the Hydra, for thousands of years, it will unify the world'—those were your exact words during the Second World War, remember?"

William chuckled with a spark of pride. "Oh yeah? I said that?"

"Yes, and it's etched into the foundation of our creed. You're the pillar of the Hydra legacy. We believe those words will become prophecy."

"Hmm." William nodded thoughtfully, clearly enjoying the attention. "Well then, I have to admit... I liked it. Do it again. Right here. In front of me."

Sitwell's face glowed as if he'd been knighted. "With great pleasure, my Lord!"

Once again, the trio raised their hands.

"Long live the Hydra! For thousands of years—unify the world!" they bellowed in unison.

"Let us pay tribute to the great Lord William," Sitwell said solemnly, as all three dropped to one knee again in perfect sync.

William burst out laughing, unable to contain his smug glee. "Hahaha! Not bad. Not bad at all. Damn, you guys are really committed."

Standing high above the ridiculous scene, three women standing on balcony, looking down in silent judgment. Alice crossed her arms, unimpressed.

"Look at him," the White Queen muttered, her tone dripping with disdain. "Vain, childish, and completely shameless. That is not how a villain should carry himself. It's embarrassing. Those three morons are treating him like he's some kind of divine emperor. They worship this pervert to such an extent."

Ada let out a small laugh, hand covering her mouth. "Wait—is that really Agent Sitwell? The same guy who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yep," Alice replied with a dry smile. "That's him in all his pathetic glory."

"He's hilarious," Ada said, her eyes twinkling. "He kind of reminds me of Yi Xiaoxing from that Chinese comedy drama Never Expected. I started watching it on my off-days. It's actually really addictive."

Alice raised an eyebrow. "You've really changed, Ada. You used to be all business—silent, stone-faced. But now you smile more and talk more."

White Queen smirked. "It's obvious what's happening. A woman in love... is a different kind of dangerous."

Ada blushed lightly but didn't respond.

Down below, William basked in the attention, raising his arms like a wrestling champion in the ring. Sitwell and the others cheered like disciples witnessing a miracle. It was chaotic, absurd—and somehow, undeniably Hydra.

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