Ch: 483-490
Chapter 483: Saving Wolf Superman Clark
Bizarro Superman from the Superman and Lois World is quite different from the one in the comics.
In the comics, Bizarro is a clone of Superman created by Lex Luthor.
However, Bizarro in Superman and Lois is another Superman from the Anti-World.
The Superman of the main World is named Clark Kent, while Bizarro is named Tek-Ken Clark.
He originally traveled from the Anti-World to the main World.
He intended to destroy Ally's pendant and prevent the conspiracy of the two Worlds merging.
But he was unfortunately strangled to Death by a captain from the Department of Defense who disagreed with Superman.
That's right, Bizarro was strangled by an ordinary person.
Because his weaknesses and abilities are opposite to Superman's.
He possesses Heat Vision, Fire Breath, can grow stronger by bathing in a red Sun, and is enhanced by green Kryptonite.
Conversely, he gradually weakens under a yellow Sun.
When exposed to x-kryptonite radiation, he is further weakened, feels immense pain, and can even face Death.
The captain who killed him used a spray made from x-kryptonite to weaken him.
However, Bizarro did not completely die.
His body gradually recovered vitality after the crisis ended, but he lost all his sanity.
He was later discovered by chance by Lex Luthor, who transformed him into Bizarro-Doomsday.
"So the Bizarro I'll see this time is probably the one who came back to life after Death."
Leon began to travel.
The last time he went to the Superman and Lois World.
He was in a hurry to find the life codex in the DCEU and didn't think much about Bizarro's existence.
Now that he's returning to Superman and Lois, he wonders what the time point will be.
His vision darkened, and Leon quickly left the Marvel Universe.
After passing through a void of darkness, he crossed the DC Origin Wall and arrived at the Superman and Lois World.
As his strength grew stronger.
Leon's perception of the travel process also became clearer.
The moment he reached his destination, he opened his eyes.
"This is… Kent Farm?"
Sunlight covered the grass, and the half-collapsed farm barn came into view.
There were scorched burn marks where the barn had collapsed, and Clark's old pickup truck was parked nearby.
Everything seemed to indicate that Leon's arrival was not at a good time.
He was about to activate his super hearing to find Superman.
Suddenly, he heard a door open behind him.
"You are… Leon!"
Louise half-opened the door, saw Leon, and froze for a moment, her eyes bursting with surprise and joy.
"God, God! You actually came at this time!"
"Oh my God, Leon, please, Clark needs your help."
"Two days, he and that monster have been gone for two whole days!"
Louise flung the door open and quickly walked down the steps, no longer the sharp-eyed reporter she usually was; anyone could see her current unease and worry.
"So it's Doomsday?" Leon realized he had arrived at just the right time.
"Doomsday… You know it, you know?" Louise was a bit bewildered.
But at the same time, she was very eager: "You, Leon, can you tell me the identity of that monster? Will Clark be alright?"
"Many Superman have encountered that monster; it's not uncommon, don't worry, Louise."
Leon didn't say that when Superman encounters Doomsday, it's often when he dies.
He activated his super hearing and super vision.
But there was no sign of Clark on Earth or even within the Solar System.
He continued to perceive outwards.
In a shattered asteroid belt, Leon saw the two constantly intertwining figures.
One was Clark in a damaged battle suit.
The other was Bizarro-Doomsday, a tall, terrifying figure with an uneven skin, riddled with x-kryptonite.
"The battle seems intense, Clark looks like he needs a little bit of my help," Leon said, looking at the sky.
"He's alive! Leon, please, Clark said you're much stronger than him, please bring him back, he is my everything."
Louise, knowing Clark seemed to be in trouble, became much calmer instead.
Her worry was because she knew nothing about Clark's situation.
They had been together for decades, overcoming countless incredible crises.
Louise had seen Clark injured, even near Death, many times.
The couple had long been mentally prepared for the worst outcome.
They were no longer naive teenagers.
At this moment, Louise looked at Leon, her eagerness much diminished, replaced by earnest pleading.
"Please, Leon!"
"Don't worry, Clark was right."
Leon smiled, "In my normal state, I am indeed stronger than him."
"So you can prepare dinner, Louise, I'll bring him back before you even set the table."
Louise breathed a sigh of relief and also smiled, the wrinkles revealing the years she and Clarkhad spent together.
"Thank you!"
Leon nodded and shot into the sky.
Last time he came, Wolf Superman helped him a lot.
He didn't expect it would be his turn to save Wolf Superman so soon.
In just a few breaths, Leon shot out of the Solar System and flew to the asteroid belt.
Judging by the countless shattered rocks pulverized by immense force.
There should have been a large number of massive asteroids here originally.
However, these asteroids were now shattered in the battle between Wolf Superman and Doomsday.
The shattered rocks stretched for hundreds of kilometers.
Leon locked onto the two fighting figures.
And flew over.
"Ahhh!!"
Wolf Superman was heavily struck down, piercing through an asteroid several kilometers long and wide.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he unleashed his Heat Vision with full power.
That was his full exertion, perhaps it should be called a solar flare eruption.
The Heat Vision rapidly climbed to the highest temperature Wolf Superman could withstand.
Its color had changed from crimson to a fiery light mixed with White.
And Bizarro-Doomsday charged at him without any defense.
He endured the Heat Vision head-on, delivering a heavy punch to Wolf Superman's face.
Wolf Superman spat blood and was sent flying backward again.
The difference between the two was visibly enormous.
They had been fighting for two whole days.
Perhaps Wolf Superman had the upper hand at first.
But Doomsday is a monster mutated from Kryptonian genes, its biggest characteristic being its strong regeneration ability and almost immortal traits.
Moreover, it can constantly evolve.
Any attack that cannot completely kill it will cause it to continuously evolve during regeneration.
Until it completely ignores the damage caused by that type of attack.
Leon was somewhat amazed just by seeing Bizarro-Doomsday from afar.
Because this guy was covered in x-kryptonite.
That's a type of Kryptonite that can weaken Bizarro's power and even cause him painful Death.
However, at this moment, Bizarro was fighting with increasing ferocity.
"Roar!"
Doomsday roared, and the moment Wolf Superman was sent flying backward, he chased after him again, attacking continuously.
Wolf Superman was completely powerless to resist, being repelled by punch after punch.
Each time he was sent flying at hundreds of Mach.
His blood splattered across the Universe void.
And just when Wolf Superman was filled with powerlessness.
Bang!
Doomsday's fist stopped.
A familiar figure appeared in front of him, a palm blocking Doomsday's massive fist.
Thus, Doomsday's attack rhythm was abruptly interrupted.
"Long time no see, Clark, and the next time we meet, you're getting beaten up again. Are you perhaps too immersed in a happy life and lacking exercise?"
Clark, with a face full of injuries and blood, saw Leon's familiar appearance and couldn't help but smile.
"Leon!"
Chapter 484: Reversal of Bizarro
"It's been a long time… Be careful!" Clark's pupils constricted, and he suddenly warned.
Doomsday's one hand was blocked, and his other hand immediately smashed over.
As a monster produced by the mutation of Kryptonian genes,
Doomsday's rationality was almost Zero, but his combat intelligence was maxed out.
Attacking Leon at the same time, besides heavy punches, there was also Doomsday's Fire Breath.
He mutated from Bizarro, and all his abilities were the same as Bizarro's.
But none of this was useful.
Leon still easily blocked another heavy punch that was enough to shatter the Moon.
There wasn't a trace of effort.
That power, which was enough to destroy the World for Earth,
was like a falling leaf drifting onto the sea for him.
Whoosh!
Leon simultaneously used the opposite Freezing Breath.
His Freezing Breath had now reached its extreme.
With one breath, Bizarro Doomsday, along with the surrounding space, all dropped to absolute Zero, and every molecule entered a state of absolute stillness.
"See, Clark, just use the opposite power to restrain him. You can't do it with brute force."
Leon released his hands and turned his head to joke with Wolf Superman.
Clark's current Superman suit was tattered, and his cape was only a few rags left on his shoulders.
He looked at the frozen Doomsday and didn't know how to react to Leon's words.
Did he not want to use Freezing Breath to restrain Bizarro's Fire Breath?
Clark hesitated, but in the end, he still smiled at Leon in a very honest way.
"Thanks, Leon. If it weren't for you, I feel like this time would have been bad. You've become much stronger."
"I only got a little bit stronger." Leon made a gesture and said, "Actually, you didn't train and got weaker, so you feel like I'm much stronger."
The smile on Wolf Superman's face became a bit more helpless: "Let's joke when we get back. Last time you came, you didn't have this kind of power."
His gaze fell on Doomsday, with a hint of anger in his caution.
"We have to deal with this monster first. He's the Doomsday created by Lex Luthor!"
Wolf Superman was worried that Leon, being from Marvel, didn't understand Doomsday, and deliberately reminded him:
"His initial power was very different from mine, and his combat skills were also relatively immature."
"But he can revive again and again!"
"So far, I have killed him dozens of times, but each time he can quickly recover his vitality!"
"And each time he revives, he will become stronger and develop immunity to damage."
"To kill him, I'm afraid we can only throw him into the Sun and destroy every cell of his."
Wolf Superman pointed at the spikes on Doomsday's body: "Look at those spikes, they are all x-kryptonite."
"He was probably transformed from the corpse of my other self in the Anti-World after he died."
"x-kryptonite is his fatal weakness, but now it's no longer enough to kill him."
"His last remaining weakness is the Yellow Sun."
Wolf Superman said while supporting Doomsday with both hands.
He had a Bio-field protecting him, so he wouldn't be affected by the ultra-low temperature on Doomsday's body.
"Leon, let's push him into the Sun together!" Wolf Superman didn't want to waste a moment.
"We have to be quick! Otherwise, this guy will probably adapt to the extreme low temperature very soon and develop corresponding resistance!"
Doomsday's immortality and evolutionary characteristics are indeed terrifying.
It is precisely because of these characteristics that he became the first villain to kill Superman in the comics.
Wolf Superman was very anxious.
But Leon, instead, pushed his hands away.
"Isn't he transformed from your Anti-World doppelgänger, Clark? We have to save him!" Leon said.
Wolf Superman was stunned. He looked at Leon and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that the other party seemed more like Superman than he did.
Before, others always persuaded him to kill, while he said he couldn't give up.
Could there actually be a day when it was reversed?
Clark looked at Doomsday with a complex expression.
He also wanted to save his doppelgänger, but the risk of doing so was too great.
"But…" Wolf Superman was full of entanglement, his heart struggling.
Then he saw Leon tear off one of Doomsday's arms with a ripping sound.
"?" A big question mark appeared in Wolf Superman's mind.
Was this saving Bizarro? Wasn't this disassembling a hunted prey?
"What are you… doing?" Clark asked directly what he was confused about.
"Oh, this." Leon casually stuffed the huge frozen arm into his World Ring.
"My gene evolution is stuck again, and I need to find more diverse genes for reference. Doomsday's regenerative ability is so strong, don't waste it."
Don't just look at collecting one of Doomsday's arms.
But this collected both Bizarro's and Doomsday's genes at the same time.
Leon felt it was a worthwhile trip, and very efficient.
Wolf Superman, however, was speechless for a moment.
He thought to himself, no wonder Leon stopped him from killing Doomsday; so that was his plan.
"Then shall we push him into the Sun now?"
"Why?" Leon showed a very natural look of confusion.
"Didn't I say we were going to save him? You step aside a bit."
Leon extended his palm towards the frozen Doomsday.
Divine power, bearing traces of Marvel rules, surged out from within him, spreading across the entire asteroid belt.
The six-colored divine power flowed through the void like a lake.
"A thought, a Universe is born!"
With a thought, Leon's spread divine power boiled, constructing a pocket Universe between reality and illusion according to the rule trajectories.
This pocket Universe enveloped the asteroid belt.
Inside it, the operational rules of the DC Universe were temporarily pushed aside.
The Six-Gem Rules mastered by Leon took their place.
When he first came to the DC Universe, because the World rules were different, a large part of Leon's strength could not be exerted.
But now it was different.
As long as the will of the World did not resist,
then he could temporarily open up an illusory Universe.
Forcibly impose the rules he mastered on the DC Universe.
At this moment, Leon could clearly feel that a gaze was cast from a higher dimension.
That gaze was somewhat similar to Eternity.
Leon guessed it was very likely the materialized embodiment of the DC Universe, Destiny.
However, the other party obviously did not intend to stop him.
So he continued his operation.
Time Reversal!
Leon used the Time Rule, applying it to Doomsday.
So the time Doomsday experienced began to flow backward.
His arm recovered, his body instantly defrosted, and his entire massive body shook rapidly like a grotesque video.
Leon could see the x-kryptonite embedded all over his body beginning to decrease, and his massive body was gradually shrinking.
Finally, Doomsday turned back into Bizarro Superman.
This Superman looked exactly like Wolf Superman, but his demeanor was sharper.
After Leon stopped the time reversal,
while Bizarro was still unconscious, he casually cut Bizarro's arm and took some blood in its normal state.
Then he stopped the energy operation, and the temporarily created pocket Universe gradually disappeared.
Wolf Superman watched from the side, his mouth slightly agape: "You, are you still Superman, Leon…?"
"What, only you can cheat and become Golden Superman, can't I occasionally cheat?"
Leon smiled and snapped his fingers next to Bizarro's ear, and Bizarro immediately woke up.
"Lex Luthor!!!" He roared and jumped up, blue light shining vigilantly in his eyes.
"See, he's still in very good condition," Leon said.
Wolf Superman didn't know what to say, so he could only nod: "Indeed, he's good."
Chapter 485 Fusion of Bizarro and Super Genes
After clarifying everything with Bizarro.
The three of them returned to Earth together.
Leon flew them at Light Speed.
By the time they arrived back at Kent Farm, Louise's dinner wasn't even ready yet.
But upon seeing Clark, safe and sound but in tattered clothes,
Louise no longer had any thoughts about dinner.
She tossed aside the spatula and pounced on Clark, embracing and kissing him with overwhelming affection, as if no one else was around.
The afternoon Sun was just right, and two figures clung to each other on the grass, their very shadows sweet.
"Louise…" This scene stirred Bizarro's memories.
He missed his own Louise too, turning his head to gaze at the mine in Smallville, searching for the way home.
"Don't look anymore, the spatial passage has disappeared. If you want to go home, I'll send you back later," Leon said.
Bizarro's Super Brain automatically inverted the word order, understanding Leon's words, and he repeatedly expressed his thanks.
As for that overly affectionate middle-aged couple, they were still kissing.
If it weren't for their two oblivious children, who ran out and rushed over with exclamations,
the two of them definitely would have kissed for ten minutes.
Dinner time.
It was still Louise's specialty: fried fish and fried steak, a standard Western meal.
Leon ate perfunctorily, listening to the couple recount the whole story.
"Lex Luthor created Doomsday to get revenge on you because Louise, a long time ago, mistakenly used someone else's incriminating evidence to send him to prison?"
Leon forked a piece of beef into his mouth, "So, what are you planning to do next?"
"If he wants revenge, then we'll fight him to the end!"
Louise's tone was very firm, "The crimes he himself committed are enough to send him back to prison again. Clark and I will definitely find the evidence!"
"But it's very difficult, isn't it?" Leon said.
Wolf Superman nodded: "There's no direct evidence that can prove Luthor's past crimes."
He hesitated slightly and said: "Perhaps I should find an opportunity to talk to him, tell him that his plan has failed, and he should stop and turn over a new leaf."
"…Are you some kind of negotiation hero? You want to talk to every villain." Leon wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"How about this, you don't need to talk to him. I'll just take care of Luthor for you."
"No, no, no, leave this to us, we can't just kill people, Leon!" Wolf Superman hastily tried to dissuade him.
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
Leon nodded, saying nothing more.
He had planned to implant the idea of actively confessing into Luthor's consciousness.
But since Wolf Superman intended to figure it out himself, there was no need for him to interfere.
Perhaps dealing with Luthor together was a kind of romantic fun for the couple?
After dinner.
Leon and Bizarro bid farewell and left, despite the Kent family's attempts to make them stay.
Because Wolf Superman's two children had already awakened their Kryptonian abilities,
Leon also collected Jonathan's and Jordan's genes before leaving.
Then he took Bizarro to the Anti-World.
He also conveniently collected the genes of the two Super boys in the Anti-World.
"A good haul. I hope the Bizarro family's genes can help me take the next step."
"Next, I'll go find a sample of Ultraman's genes."
Ultraman, English name Ultraman, same as Ultraman.
But Ultraman is actually a variant of Superman.
His superpowers are the same as Superman's.
While his weaknesses and methods of becoming stronger are similar to Bizarro's.
He hates the Yellow Sun, likes the Red Sun, can become stronger by eating Green Kryptonite, possesses Heat Vision, Freezing Breath…
He's like a fusion of Superman and Bizarro.
Leon began to cross over.
He entered a World with a slightly different art style.
"It seems to be an anime Universe."
Leon activated his Super Hearing and Vision, quickly finding Ultraman in a command room.
This guy was wearing a Superman uniform, but the symbol on his chest wasn't an S, but a U.
"A bit familiar, which anime was this from? Never mind, I won't think about it."
Leon instantly appeared behind Ultraman, knocking him out with a single chop and efficiently collecting his genes.
If it were the righteous Superman, Leon would have preferred to obtain blood through communication.
But Ultraman was also a villain, and in the comics, he was the leader of the Crime Syndicate.
For such people, Leon preferred to act directly without much talk, with no psychological burden whatsoever.
"I've got everything I need, time to go home!"
Leon activated his ability and left the DC Universe.
Returning to the God Realm Dimension in Marvel.
Leon began to study Bizarro's and Ultraman's blood.
—He used his Black Light Clone to devour both of their blood samples.
"A large part of Bizarro's genetic fragments are combined in a way opposite to Superman's."
"That's right, this is it! Green Kryptonite and x-kryptonite are both guiding me to evolve in this direction!"
"This structure, this expression method…"
Leon began to deduce, attempting to fuse the excellent parts of Bizarro's and Ultraman's genes.
His body collapsed time and time again, only to be reshaped each time.
A few hours later.
His eyes suddenly flickered with an icy blue color.
The next moment, two Freezing Breath rays burst forth, freezing a small mountain in front of Leon into an icy peak.
"Genes… 18,000 times? Such a big breakthrough?"
Leon found it incredible.
But it also seemed perfectly reasonable.
Bizarro's abilities were completely opposite to Superman's, a mutation in another direction.
When two opposing things merge,
they either completely destroy each other like Fire and Water, or they harmonize and undergo a complete transformation.
"Continue!"
Leon continued to research and fuse.
With a clear direction, under his Cosmic level calculation ability,
in less than a day,
Leon had completely integrated Bizarro's and Ultraman's genes.
He gnawed on a piece of Green Kryptonite, feeling the Kryptonite strengthen him.
At the same time, he would occasionally breathe Fire and then Ice, displaying opposing Superman abilities.
"30,000 times!"
Leon exclaimed.
Just by fusing Bizarro's and Ultraman's genes,
his genetic level had directly reached the first stage.
His height surged to 900,000 kilometers.
However, he habitually shrunk back to a height of 1.9 meters.
"The speed at which I grow stronger by bathing in the Sun has increased again. My potential has risen once more. Becoming Golden Superman will probably only take six or seven thousand years."
Then Leon fed his own genes to the Black Light Clone.
The Black Light Clone already had over 60,000 times the genes.
All of them were modified along with the Rege Duo Clone.
This resulted in most of the Black Light Clone's genes being in the form of a Giant of Light, and it could now transform into Ultraman.
But this was not what Leon wanted.
"Next is Doomsday's genes."
He similarly used the Black Light Clone to devour half of Doomsday's arm.
Soon, the Black Light Clone's genetic level began to rise.
Leon studied it carefully.
"Doomsday is a completely different direction: brutality, irrationality, evolution…"
Leon felt the difficulty.
He could sense that Doomsday's genes would be the key to his continued breakthrough.
But this would require some time.
"Fusing with Doomsday could easily turn me into a monster. It will probably take several months or even years to slowly attempt it."
Leon pondered.
"It seems I need to accelerate time."
"Coincidentally, after breaking through 30,000 times the genes, my rate of transformation into Golden Superman is accelerating again."
"In that case… why not go to other Worlds?"
Crossing Worlds would not affect the conscious connection between Leon's clones.
It only required a constant expenditure of energy.
"Moreover, I can also try to see if the Rege Duo Clone can become an abstract concept in other Worlds."
"At the same time, I can also learn the laws of other Worlds."
"I am destined to open up my own World in the future."
"Mastering more laws will make the World I create potentially stronger."
Leon acted immediately.
First, he created several Cosmic level m-bodies and placed them in his World Ring.
Then he activated his World-crossing ability.
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[Starting search…]
Chapter 486 The World of Black Robe
"Is this a modern city? Oh, it's New York again."
Rejedo had transmigrated on a sunny morning.
He floated in the air, looking out at the towering skyscrapers, their layers of glass reflecting dazzling light.
Central Park, the Empire State Building, Times Square…
Familiar landmarks immediately revealed where this was.
Rejedo wasn't in a hurry to figure out which World this was.
After all, his main purpose for this trans-World trip was to pass the time.
There were only two things to do.
—To conduct genetic research that would take a lot of time.
And to bask in the sun for a few thousand years to become Golden Superman.
Actually, he could do all these things in the Marvel Universe.
He just needed to enter the World Ring and activate time acceleration.
But staying in the ring alone for a few thousand years…
It would be better to visit other Worlds.
It was also a good opportunity to try making his Rege Duo Clone become an abstract concept in a different World.
So, Rejedo floated in the air, his battle suit fluidly transforming into a casual outfit: a white and blue short-sleeved shirt and five-point cargo shorts.
At the same time, he activated his transmigration ability again, attempting to contact the World Consciousness.
Hello?
Are you home?
There was no response.
Rejedo roughly judged that this World had no World Consciousness.
Of course, it might also be like DC, where the World level was too high, and it couldn't be bothered to respond to him.
But as soon as Rejedo activated his Super hearing,
He heard things like 'Homelander', 'Newman running for Vice President', 'Butcher'…
He immediately made a judgment.
"This is 'The Boys'? Then there shouldn't be a World Consciousness. The only thing of value here is Compound V, right?"
The Boys World was a World that depicted ordinary people resisting Superheroes.
The Superheroes here had become completely industrialized and commercialized.
They had become a profession similar to celebrities.
They were separated from ordinary people into two classes, two Worlds, and almost every Superhero was a scumbag.
And Vought International had been manipulating all of this from behind the scenes, like a market maker.
The founder of this company developed Compound V during World War II.
It was the source of Superhero abilities.
Every superhuman was created by Vought International using Compound V.
Injecting this compound into infants could give them permanent superpowers.
If injected into adults, it would most likely directly lead to Death or loss of control.
Among the information Rejedo heard,
A superhuman named Newman was running for Vice President.
And Homelander, the strongest Superhero, had completely taken control of Vought International.
"It's the time point of the fourth season."
Rejedo murmured, but didn't take it to heart.
There was nothing he could do; he was too invincible to take it seriously.
He looked up at the clear blue sky, his consciousness extending into the depths of the Universe.
Soon, he touched the boundaries of the Universe.
"It's only the size of a normal observable Universe."
Rejedo's mind shifted.
An M-body that was currently researching genes in the World Ring stood up and flew out of the ring.
After flying into the air, the Rege Duo M-body transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the sky like a reverse-shooting meteor.
"Let's see if it can become an abstract concept."
Rejedo controlled the M-body in space to begin merging with the Universe, transforming into a concept.
He originally thought he would encounter obstacles, or even be unable to proceed.
But the situation was beyond Rejedo's expectations.
The M-body naturally became a part of the Universe.
At this moment, The Boys World gained natural rules named Justice and Order.
Rejedo could feel it.
These two rules in the Universe were still very weak.
But they were gradually growing stronger with the passage of time.
He believed that one day, they would become iron rules similar to physical laws.
These were the abstract entities of the Marvel Universe.
When they merged into a World, they could bring corresponding concepts to that World.
"Because there's no World Consciousness, it went very smoothly," Rejedo concluded.
"In fact, I can even now become the World Consciousness as an abstract concept."
The M-bodies Rejedo brought this time were all of Cosmic level strength.
Such M-bodies, after transforming into concepts, would find it very easy to become the World Consciousness.
"Since I'm already here, I might as well take it."
Controlling the M-body, he began to seize the Universe—no, to become the World Consciousness.
Rejedo then looked towards the Manhattan district of the city.
He was going to Vought International to get some Compound V for research.
Besides, having come to The Boys World, how could he not meet A-Train?
"Oi! Good morning, handsome fella!"
Before Rejedo moved, a voice came from behind him.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing a long trench coat, with a bluish stubble covering half of his face, and a long scar above his right eye.
"I bet you're Vought's newest excellent young hero, aren't you? Look at you, the aura of justice is practically bursting from your muscles!"
The middle-aged man looked up at Rejedo, took a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes shining like they held a hidden blade.
"We don't seem to know each other." Rejedo looked at the man on the ground and slowly descended.
He said he didn't know him, but Rejedo found it interesting in his heart.
Isn't this Oi-Man, Billy Butcher?
A man also known as the Cuckold-Man.
This guy was an ordinary person.
In the plot,
Because his wife was slept with by Homelander, he hated Homelander to the bone.
It could be said that he spent his entire life fighting Superheroes.
But because of his wife's dying wish,
Even when he was close to Death himself, he still had to protect his wife's son with Homelander.
"Now we do. You can call me Butcher."
Billy Butcher's mouth curved into a smile, a strange light in his eyes.
"Boy, you were just looking at the Vought International building. Have you been having some troubles lately? Perhaps I can give you some advice."
Butcher gestured with his thumb towards the building behind him: "I just came out of there."
Behind him was the CIA building, implying that he had the ability to help.
Rejedo was somewhat speechless.
He realized that Oi-Man had mistaken him for a naive new Superhero and was targeting him.
Perhaps he intended to trick him into becoming an informant inside Vought International.
Or perhaps he saw him flying in the sky and intended to gather intelligence.
There was nothing he could do; Rejedo usually covered himself with a Bio-field, which made him indeed look very much like a boy who had just graduated from university.
Recently graduated students were easy to fool; sometimes, a phrase like "five insurances and one fund plus weekends off" could convince someone.
"I do have troubles; I'm planning to go to Vought International," Rejedo said, hands in his pockets.
"Oh? Sounds like you'll have a very dull afternoon. Care to share?"
Butcher was currently troubled by how to take Homelander's son, Ryan, away from Homelander.
He felt there might be an entry point now.
Looking at the sunny-tempered boy in front of him, he must be another naive kid deceived by Vought International.
For such a young person, he only needed to subtly expose the truth about Vought International.
The other party would then indignantly volunteer to help him gather intelligence…
Butcher's smile grew more relaxed.
But the next moment, what the young man in front of him said made the cigarette butt in his hand drop to the ground.
"I'm planning to go to Vought International to steal—ah, no, borrow some Compound V. Would you mind giving me a ride?"
"…"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Chapter 487: Homelander: Biting the Locomotive
The black Chevrolet sped through the city.
Butcher was behind the wheel.
His gaze occasionally darted to the young man in the passenger seat, who had his hand stretched out the window, feeling the wind.
He recalled their previous conversation.
"Oi, how are you going to borrow Compound V? Do you know the CEO of Vought?"
"No, do I need to?"
"Heh, boy, what are you kidding about? Do you think you can get something important with just your mouth? Those Superheroes are all jerks. You go in, and you might not come out!"
"I can fly out."
"... (Speechless) How about this, do you have a plan? How about I give you one? We'll start by installing listening devices."
"No need. I'll walk in, then shatter Homelander's teeth, and Compound V will be borrowed."
Butcher realized at that moment.
The big boy he had just picked up.
Was either an idiot so naive he was innocent.
Or a strong person like Soldier Boy.
So he was now driving, taking the big boy to Vought Tower.
"We're here." Butcher parked the car directly in front of the main entrance.
He turned to look at Leon, leaning on the seat back: "You can go up now."
"OK, thanks, Butcher. When I borrow Compound V, I'll have a chance to cure the tumor in your head and return the favor."
Leon got out of the car leisurely.
It had been a long time since he had been in a car; the last time he drove around was when Mordo picked him up for the first time at Kamar-Taj.
Butcher, however, suddenly became agitated: "Who are you? Where the hell did you find out about my condition?!"
Not long ago.
To deal with Homelander, Butcher had repeatedly injected himself with temporary Compound Vstolen from Vought International.
Temporary Compound V could give adults temporary superpowers.
But the side effect was brain melting.
He now had a malignant tumor in his head, caused by repeated use of Compound V.
He only had three months left to live.
"Is your condition a secret?" Leon pointed at him from outside the car, "I saw it in your head."
Butcher froze.
Saw it?
Did this big boy also have X-ray vision?
Wait… flying, X-ray vision.
This guy wouldn't be Vought International's secret weapon, coming today to take down Homelander, would he?
Butcher trembled all over, his eyes suddenly changing.
Before, he was just a sharp, dashing middle-aged man.
But now, he was like a knife corroded by blood rust.
The blade was mottled with rust, but the edge suddenly unsheathed, its cold light piercing to the bone.
"Oi, to deal with those damn jerks, you need a professional, kid!"
Butcher pulled out the keys, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and caught up with Leon.
...
Vought Tower high-rise, The Seven's War Room.
The Seven was a team of Superheroes led by Homelander as their Captain.
They were Vought International's ace, representing the highest honor in the Superhero field.
However, most of the people in this team were jerks.
In the War Room, Homelander, Black Noir, A-Train, and The Deep were listening to Ashleyintroduce the list of new member candidates.
Because not long ago, Queen Mei of The Seven 'died in battle,' and Starlight betrayed them.
So they needed to add new members.
Although Ashley was the CEO, she had no say in front of these Superheroes, especially Homelander.
She pulled up a candidate Superhero's profile on the screen.
And was immediately rejected by The Deep or A-Train, who were present.
The reasons were all minor things like not being pretty enough, unsuitable abilities, or having eaten dog meat.
But when Ashley pulled up another candidate's profile.
And introduced that this person had committed murder and was a lunatic.
Homelander suddenly said lightly: "I kind of like him."
So the people present immediately expressed their agreement.
The Deep, who had previously rejected new members for not being pretty enough.
Now immediately expressed his approval with clear eyes.
He even emphasized that this killer was definitely a good person, just misunderstood.
Homelander's face flashed with impatience upon hearing this.
He covered his forehead, and after a few seconds of silence, he said through gritted teeth: "I've had enough, you're all either idiots or just sycophants!"
Before Homelander could finish.
The Deep immediately interjected: "Sorry, sir, it's just that all your views are very correct and astonishing!"
Everyone present knew Homelander too well.
Don't mind him complaining now that no one dares to contradict him.
But one also had to see where those who had contradicted him were.
Their bones were in the graveyard, almost completely decomposed by microorganisms, alright.
"The Deep, can't you just…" Homelander couldn't take it anymore.
In fact, he was just a giant baby with superpowers.
He could neither accept others' contradictions nor accept that his companions couldn't understand his inner thoughts.
What he needed most was a smart person like the ancient Wei Zhongxian or Zhao Gao.
Homelander pondered irritably how to warn The Deep not to flatter him anymore.
Suddenly, the expression on his face paused, and he had an idea.
"Alright, The Deep, you go give A-Train a blowjob."
The quiet black guy next to him, A-Train, froze: "What?"
CEO Ashley's expression also froze on her face.
"Hurry up, I don't want to say it a second time."
Homelander commanded, "The Deep, go unzip A-Train's fly, pull it out for him, and then blow him."
The Deep looked at Homelander in disbelief, confirming that the other party was not joking.
He looked helplessly at A-Train, then at Ashley.
Finally, he braced himself on the chair and slowly stood up, his movements full of struggle.
His eyes blinked rapidly uncontrollably, and he walked step by step to A-Train, taking a deep breath and saying: "St-stand up."
In the small War Room, the most absurd thing was about to happen.
Suddenly, red exclamation marks flashed on the large screen.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"
The five people in the War Room all frowned, not understanding how anyone could invade Vought International.
"What's going on?" Homelander stood up, about to leave his seat to check the situation.
Bang!
Just then, a Superhero flew backward through the conference room door, smashing the conference table and falling unconscious.
Then two sets of footsteps walked in.
It was a young man in casual clothes, and a man in a trench coat…
"Butcher?" Homelander narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Mate, I didn't think you only had three months to live, but you still came here to die, or do you want to have a final showdown with me?"
Not long ago, Homelander went to Butcher's house and agreed to a final one-on-one showdown with him.
At that time, Butcher had just started using temporary Compound V.
Now, if he hadn't met Leon, he would have almost given up, after all, he only had three months left.
Butcher smiled coolly, his eyes playfully looking at Homelander.
"Sorry, I'm not the one looking for you this time, it's my temporary BOSS." He pointed to Leon in front of him.
"Your BOSS?" Homelander's gaze scrutinized Leon, his eyes gradually glowing red.
"Ryan isn't here today, Butcher."
"Let me tell you what's going to happen next—you, and this guy you just conned into coming here, neither of you will walk out of here standing."
"Unless…"
Homelander was originally enraged, his cheeks twitching with anger.
But he suddenly remembered his good idea from before.
He revealed a brutal smile and pointed at A-Train.
"Unless you go give A-Train a blowjob, each of you at least ten times!"
Chapter 488: A-Zu panics
A-Train immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
It wasn't because he thought Butcher and Leon were so strong.
It was because ten times per person meant he'd have to come at least twenty times.
Twenty times! Even a whale would be squeezed dry.
It was questionable whether he could even walk out of this war room today.
For a moment, A-Train suspected that his traitorous actions had been exposed.
So much so that Homelander wanted to kill him.
"Sir, I, I might not be able to..." A-Train hesitated, trying to express his difficulty.
But The Deep, who just two minutes ago was ready to bite him once, was beside him.
He suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "A-Train says he's very happy to!"
The Deep clapped A-Train on the shoulder with force.
First, he fawningly flattered Homelander, "This idea is truly wonderful, Sir! It shows your broad mind and punishes those two guys!"
Then he pointed at Leon and the other, "You two, hurry up and unzip A-Train, help him get it out, and then use all your strength!"
A-Train stared with disbelief.
Homelander also couldn't help but turn around, looked at The Deep a few times, and clapped meaningfully, "Good, very well said."
"What are you still waiting for?" When he looked at Butcher again, the red glow in his eyes grew hotter and hotter.
Seeing Homelander's Cyclops start to light up.
The other four Vought International people in the room couldn't help but swallow.
This was why they didn't dare to resist Homelander.
Facing such a moody guy, who could not be careful with their words and actions?
—The two people standing at the door could.
"You can try." The young man, whom they were seeing for the first time, actually said with a half-smile.
After the young man spoke, Butcher also scoffed, "Damn it... Homelander, if someone doesn't use something to shut your stinky mouth, it just won't close, will it?"
"Oh?" Homelander was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect Butcher to refute him, and even an unknown nobody dared to provoke him.
"Heh..." He couldn't help but laugh, and his right hand, wearing a red glove, pointed at Butcher.
"You're still so reckless, never worrying about people dying because of you, buddy."
With each word bitten out from between his teeth, Homelander's smile became more distorted.
When the last syllable fell.
He suddenly twisted his head, and heart-stopping crimson rays shot out from his eyes, sweeping towards Leon.
Homelander wanted to brutally kill his companion in front of Butcher.
He wanted blood to splash onto the ceiling, to splash into Butcher's mouth!
"Haha, hahaha... Hmm?"
Homelander just swept Leon with his Cyclops laser and started laughing.
Like he was showing off his achievements, he turned to The Deep and the others, raising his eyebrows and smiling, his laughter growing louder and louder.
It only stopped abruptly when he saw their frozen expressions.
"What, is something wrong...?" Homelander frowned.
His cheeks, pulled open by his smile, slowly recovered, and he turned his head back.
The person who should have been cut in half by his laser beam was still standing there intact, even his clothes were in their original state.
Homelander was momentarily lost in thought.
Then Leon, opposite him, smiled, "Is that all you've got?"
Homelander's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly remembered the'Suck-Foot Boy' from not long ago.
His hands, clasped behind his back, instinctively tightened, "You... are you from the company?"
"Heh, who I am isn't important."
Leon's footsteps echoed on the floor as he walked in front of Homelander.
"What's important is, now I want to see you bite The Deep. Go, keep biting him until he goes into shock, then you can stop."
After Leon finished speaking, he walked to Homelander's original position, pulled out a chair, and sat down leisurely, resting his legs on the half-collapsed conference table.
"Damn it, I want to see it too. Oi, you'd better hurry up, don't make us wait too long."
Butcher's eyes lit up deep down, like a cat skilled at catching mice discovering a new toy.
He followed behind Leon, walking past Homelander, and sat down in The Deep's seat.
And opposite them, separated by half a table, were the silent A-Train and The Deep.
As for Homelander, his face was already expressionless.
His lips were tightly pressed together, every muscle in his face tensed, wanting to release his anger.
The others, needless to say.
The situation had gone beyond their predictions, and now the four of them were squeezed to the other side, leaving more space for Leon and the two others.
The Deep even tried his best to hide behind the others.
"I don't know who you are."
Homelander had his back to Leon and Butcher.
After his facial expression twisted multiple times.
He forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
His personality was violent, strange, and twisted, but he wasn't stupid.
"You might have been sent by those old guys from Vought. There's some misunderstanding between us, why don't we clarify it first...?"
"Hey, stop talking nonsense, I told you to go over there and do The Deep properly, right now!"
Homelander tried to test the waters first, but Leon coldly interrupted him.
At this moment, Homelander's expression became incredibly distorted, his eyes splitting with rage as if he wanted to burn the entire World with Fire.
To hell with testing the waters.
Red light ignited in Homelander's eyes again, and he was about to turn around and show Leon with actions that he was not to be trifled with.
"You! I gave you a chance, now I want you to... What? I, what happened?"
Homelander's anger erupted halfway and was suddenly interrupted.
Because he found that he couldn't control his own body.
"My body, my arms, no no, what is going on!?"
He could feel that he could still command every finger, every muscle.
But there was an invisible force, forcefully enveloping him, pushing him towards The Deep like a string controlling a puppet.
"This is impossible, who are you, where did Vought send you from!?"
Homelander was still panicking.
At this moment, he no longer had his previous dominance and recklessness.
Only the helpless panic of a child.
Or rather, he was originally a child; this was his true'self'.
Growing up in a cruel laboratory and capitalist environment.
He always longed for love, longed for others' approval.
It's just that his'superego' made him believe he was a god above humans, making him want to be above everyone else.
But now his disguised'superego' was torn open.
So he, like a child, sought help with a crying voice.
His eyes, lost, looked towards Ashley, towards The Deep, A-Train, Black Noir.
But the four of them were still stunned.
They hadn't expected the situation to develop like this.
Watching Homelander clearly being manipulated and walking over.
The four of them didn't even know where to put their hands.
The Deep even tried his best to stick to the back.
But Leon suddenly looked at him, "The one called The Deep, be sensible, otherwise I'll stuff your head into Homelander's butt cheeks."
The Deep's eyes froze, his mouth moved, swallowing, then after hesitating, he timidly walked from the space made by the other three towards Homelander.
"Ho-Homelander... You, you..."
The Deep looked at Homelander with innocent eyes, trying to prove that he was forced.
And Homelander looked at him with panic and helplessness, like someone drowning in the Water looking for a lifeline.
Chapter 489 A bowl of beef noodles
The two of them slowly closed the distance between them.
Once close enough,
Homelander slowly knelt down, his face a picture of collapse.
As if about to burst into tears, he began unzipping The Deep's pants.
Black Noir and The Deep silently averted their gaze.
As for Ashley, after her initial fluster, she actually started watching intently, even moving her mouth as if she wanted to laugh out loud.
"Stop, please, stop!"
Homelander resisted with all his might.
But his hand eventually passed through several layers of fabric.
And touched the one thing he least wanted to touch at that moment.
He even started pulling it out.
"No, no…"
His aggrieved tears truly slid down from his eyes.
Homelander's cheeks were wet with tears, making him look exactly like a helpless little boy being bullied by his classmates.
Just then, the power controlling him suddenly loosened.
"How disgusting, he's a middle-aged man and he still cries when he's a little wronged."
At the end of the conference table, Leon looked at Homelander with a disdainful side glance.
"Forget it, I'm not as unprincipled as you. You can stand up."
Leon still didn't make Homelander take that final step.
When he controlled Homelander to do such a thing, he had the illusion that he was also participating, and the scene was truly unbearable to watch.
"R-really?"
Homelander was stunned for a moment, slowly withdrew his hand from the layers of cloth, and then slowly stood up.
He looked nervously at Leon, and only after confirming that he could truly move, did he quickly put distance between himself and The Deep.
The Deep also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly scrambled back behind A-Train and the other two.
But he didn't notice the hidden killing intent in Homelander's eyes when he looked at him.
However, that killing intent changed into a smile when directed at Leon.
"Sir, I don't know what you want…"
"Don't worry, we're not done yet."
Leon smiled kindly, pointing to where A-Train had been sitting.
"A-Train, have a seat."
Homelander nodded quickly and hurried forward to sit down.
"Sir, sir…" He didn't bother to wipe away his tears, rubbing his thighs under the table with both hands.
"I don't know what the company sent you here for… We are all for the company's benefit, any previous disagreements can be discussed again!"
"No, I'm not from Vought."
Leon propped his legs on the table and rocked his chair.
"Can't you tell? I'm an Oriental."
"Alright, in my hometown, there's a staple food called beef noodles. I haven't had it in a long time."
"You, and The Deep, go make me a bowl together. Then your offense to me today will be forgiven."
Beef noodles, Homelander had never even heard of this staple food.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, just about to explain that he didn't know what this was and couldn't cook.
But the moment his eyes met Leon's.
Homelander seemed to see an insurmountable Universe.
His vision instantly went black, as if his whole body had fallen into a black hole, plummeting endlessly.
It wasn't until Leon smiled and asked Butcher if he also wanted a bowl of beef noodles.
That Homelander awoke from the endless abyss.
"H-h-…" He gasped slightly, his heart rate instantly exceeding three hundred beats per second.
This time he didn't dare to explain, nodding repeatedly: "Okay, okay… The Deep and I will go make it now."
He stood up, gave Ashley and The Deep a fierce look, and the three of them walked out of the War Room together.
When the three left.
Butcher burst out laughing.
"Boy, boy! I like your actions, you look a lot like Hughie (The Boys' protagonist), but you're much more interesting than him!"
Butcher curled his lips into a cool smile.
Then he said vaguely, "Are you really not from Vought? Otherwise, why would you let that bastard Homelander off the hook?"
"No, I'm from somewhere else. As for Homelander, there's no such thing as letting him off or not."
Leon looked at A-Train: "You guys don't seem to worry much about Homelander, do you? Since it's boring waiting, how about we make a bet?"
A-Train and Black Noir stood up straight, silent as cicadas, shaking their heads repeatedly, not daring to speak.
"A bet? What kind of bet?" Butcher, however, sat up interestedly.
Leon said, "In my hometown, beef noodles always have chopped green onions. Let's bet whether Homelander will put chopped green onions in mine."
Butcher was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily: "What are chopped green onions? No one in New York eats chopped green onions!"
Leon didn't retort: "If they don't put chopped green onions, I'll kill them all; if they do, then I'll spare them, and we'll continue looking for Compound V."
"Good! That's a good idea!" Butcher clapped.
A-Train and the other man exchanged glances, not daring to object, and could only nod silently.
...
On the other side.
Homelander and the other two were in the elevator heading to the floor with the kitchen.
"Go find the PR department and the security department for me! No matter what they want to do, go figure out a way to get rid of that guy, do you hear me?!"
"As for you, The Deep, you roll into the kitchen now and make those damn beef noodles!"
Homelander held The Deep by the neck with one hand and Ashley's wig with the other, his eyes glowing red as he threatened the two.
The Deep and Ashley nodded repeatedly.
Ashley asked weakly, "Then, what are you planning to do?"
Homelander twisted his jaw left and right, the flesh on his cheeks twitching: "I'm going to find out where this guy came from!"
Ding!
At this moment, the elevator stopped, arriving at the kitchen floor.
The Deep quickly walked out: "I'll go make the beef noodles first, sir."
Homelander watched him coldly, about to give him a few fierce warnings.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he heard the conversation in the War Room.
(Homelander is essentially a weakened version of Superman, and also has super hearing.)
In an instant, Homelander's face darkened: "Damn it, that guy really wants to kill me, and he has the power to kill me! Where did a person like this come from?!"
He grabbed The Deep's collar outside the elevator, lifted him into the air, and shook him violently.
"Remember, put chopped green onions in the beef noodles for me, do you hear me?!"
The Deep had no idea what chopped green onions were, but he could only repeatedly agree: "Yes, yes…"
Homelander nodded, then looked at Ashley: "And you, go to my room and get some Compound V!"
Ashley nodded, not understanding why.
The elevator opened and closed.
The three quickly dispersed.
Half an hour later.
Homelander met with the other two again.
His face was not good because he hadn't found anything about Leon.
Meanwhile, The Deep held a bowl of beef noodles with chopped green onions and said, "This was made by an Oriental chef in the kitchen. The taste should be fine."
Ashley was holding a box of Compound V, with a stack of documents tucked under her arm.
"The Compound V is here. Also, the PR department analyzed that person through surveillance."
Ashley whispered, "That young man should have a strong sense of justice, and you, no, no, he should value his reputation more, so we can control him with his reputation!"
Homelander sneered.
Wasn't this exactly what Vought International had done to him?
"Let the PR department handle it. We need a backup plan to deal with that guy."
"Now… it's time to go back and see him."
Homelander walked in front.
Ashley secretly curled her lips and quickly followed.
Chapter 490: Don't Eat Beef
"Sir, your beef noodles are here."
Inside the War Room.
Homelander respectfully moved a table in front of Lyon and placed the noodles on it.
"There are green onions in the noodles? You're thoughtful." Lyon glanced at it, and sure enough, there were green onions, just as he had expected.
Everyone else had varied expressions.
Butcher was peering over from the side.
The moment he saw those green onions, a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.
A-Train and Black Noir made the same movement, secretly checking if there were green onions in the bowl.
Homelander quietly observed the few people, secretly glad he had heard that terrifying bet.
At the same time, he bowed slightly to Lyon and said:
"I know that Eastern beef noodles always have green onions, so I specifically replicated it exactly!"
Homelander had never shown such a low posture before.
But he couldn't generate even a shred of positive resistance towards the person in front of him.
"So, you made this bowl of noodles?" Lyon didn't pick up his chopsticks, just looked at A-Train.
Homelander was about to take credit, but upon meeting Lyon's eyes, his heart trembled inexplicably.
He instinctively changed his words: "Yes, Deep made it. I was assisting him!"
"Is that so." Lyon looked at the beef noodles and said, "I just made a bet with A-Train about this bowl of noodles. If there are green onions, you live; if there are no green onions, you die."
Deep, standing next to Homelander, felt his heart tremble.
He knew nothing about this bet.
Now that he heard it, his mind instantly went blank.
He frantically tried to recall if he had put in green onions.
He even instinctively took a few steps forward.
Only when he saw a few streaks of emerald green in the bowl did he let out a sigh of relief.
But as soon as he looked up, he met Lyon's cold smile.
"No need to look, there are green onions."
Lyon said with a smile.
Before Deep and Homelander, whose faces were almost stiff from smiling, could react.
Lyon suddenly shook his head again.
"However, there's another characteristic of beef noodles from my hometown: there isn't this much beef in the noodles."
The sunlight slanted in through the window, and the light, cut into squares, shone through Lyon's back.
His face was shrouded in shadow, his eyes like swords.
"Sorry, I don't eat beef!"
As his words fell.
Everyone was somewhat puzzled.
But the next moment, Homelander and Deep cried out in unison.
"Ah ah ah! My hand, my hand!"
Deep clutched his left wrist, endless fear pouring from his heart. He staggered backward, knocking over a chair, falling to the ground, like a loudly wailing groundhog.
—His left hand was gradually turning to ash and dissipating from his fingertips downwards.
There was no pain in the process, but it made him almost insane with fear.
"My palm, my palm is disappearing!" Homelander also screamed.
Unlike Deep, Homelander was like a wounded, bleeding brown bear, shouting loudly at the people around him, demanding help.
"Help me, no! Ashley! A-Train! Quickly think of a way to help me!" He roared, both terrified and enraged.
The others looked at this scene in disbelief.
Seeing the usually high and mighty Homelander in such a state.
They couldn't help but feel a sense of cathartic satisfaction.
But this scene was too bizarre, making them instinctively distance themselves from Lyon and the others.
Homelander's left hand quickly dissipated up to his elbow.
He finally realized who he should really be pleading with.
"Please, sir, please!"
He slumped into the chair, looking at his elbow almost tearfully, then at Lyon.
"I put in green onions, I made Deep put in green onions, I beg you, don't do this, I, I can do anything for you!"
Lyon pointed at the beef noodles: "Is that so? What if you put in green onions? I said, I don't eat beef!"
Homelander stared intently at Lyon: "The bet you made only mentioned green onions, not beef!"
He saw his own end in Lyon's attitude.
The violence in his heart momentarily overwhelmed his vulnerability.
He couldn't die here, he was Homelander, a god above all beings, he couldn't die!
"Give me, give me that! Quick! You bitch, quickly give it to me!"
Homelander turned his head and, with his only remaining hand, demanded a stack of documents from Ashley.
He threw the stack of documents in front of Lyon.
"Stop what you're doing, you bastard! Otherwise, the PR Department will release everything here online!"
Homelander's face was distorted, the flesh on his face pulling into lines of rage.
"You're very righteous, aren't you? You came with Butcher, you're also a guy who thinks he's righteous, aren't you!"
"If you don't stop everything, then your cruelty will be exposed to everyone. My fans, yes! My fans will cyberbully you endlessly!!"
Homelander rattled off a string of threats.
That was a balancing plan created by the PR Department after quickly profiling Lyon.
Originally, A-Train didn't intend to use such things; it would only remind him of his painful time being threatened.
But now he was going all out.
He couldn't die, he didn't want to die!
"Cyberbully…"
Lyon, who had been leaning back in his chair, rocking it, paused.
Was A-Train projecting his own fears? He was afraid of cyberbullying, so he thought Lyon was too?
"That's an interesting threat, one I've never seen before."
Lyon clapped his hands, "You want to use your fans to cyberbully me?"
"That's perfect. I heard that people with low intelligence are the easiest to fool."
"How about this." Lyon snapped his fingers, "From now on, everyone on this Planet who likes you will have their IQ halved."
As his words fell, Homelander, who had just been threatening Lyon, instantly became DiDi.
His eyes went blank, his facial expressions began to uncontrollably contort, and he completely turned into an idiot.
Most people's IQ is between 90 and 110.
Halved, that's 45 to 55.
Such an IQ is similar to that of a small domestic dog.
"Uh, uh, woo woo…" Homelander started making strange noises, staring blankly at his elbow.
He was probably the person on Earth who liked himself the most.
So, along with his large number of fans in America, he instantly became an idiot.
"Oh, I forgot, you're an exception. I still want to watch you repent before you die."
Lyon snapped his fingers again, and an invisible soul rule descended.
A-Train immediately returned to normal.
"Hah!" He was startled.
He immediately recalled his previous state.
Now, his gaze towards Lyon no longer held any anger, only utter fear.
"I, I just… I just, sir, sir, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
A-Train, capable of bending and stretching, arrogant before and respectful now, immediately began to plead with Lyon, with an expression as if the whole World had collapsed.
"I wasn't threatening you, I was just, just saying that all my fans are your fans!"
"Didn't the bet say that having green onions was enough, sir? Please, spare me, spare me!"
A-Train's entire arm had already disappeared, and his shoulder was also beginning to turn to ash.
He looked on the verge of tears—no, large teardrops were already starting to fall.