Future Homelander looked at his own corpse on the ground.
Future Homelander was expressionless. The former him, who would whimper and lose control of his emotions over the slightest setback, was long gone.
Having endured countless brutal trials in the future, he had grown into a true tough guy. He was no longer that weakling ruled by his emotions, whom people called a "sissy."
"Finally, I'm back."
Future Homelander took a deep breath. The air, carrying a faint stench of decay and an industrial tang, smelled so fresh and wonderful to him at this moment.
That freshness did not come from the air itself, but from the sense of control over his fate deep within him and the relief of breaking free from his former weak self.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the gray sky, an indescribable surge of pride welling up in his heart.
Then he buried his own corpse, digging a deep pit dozens of meters underground so that no stray dogs could dig it up.
The next moment, he pushed lightly off the ground with both feet and shot into the sky like an arrow loosed from its bow. A powerful current of air formed a white trail behind him.
He flew at incredible speed toward the familiar Vought Company headquarters, his arms spread behind him like an eagle soaring high, bursting through layer after layer of clouds with fearlessness and confidence.
Vought Company was already in an uproar.
News of two Homelanders battling had swept through the entire company like a storm. Employees whispered among themselves, their faces full of terror and unease.
After all, Homelander was Vought Company's ace Superhero, the company's public face and core assets.
Now that two Homelanders had appeared and fought so fiercely, it would undoubtedly bring enormous