Evening.
On the 99th floor of Vought Tower, inside the conference room;
"...Three days ago, on September 9, 1995, the United States homeland was attacked by an unknown force. Stormfront, the superhero dispatched to confront the unknown enemy, was tragically killed. According to a joint statement from Vought International and the U.S. military, the attack was carried out by Stormfront's arch-enemy, Tech Freak..."
"Why didn't you let me go?! If it were me, I definitely could've stopped the tragedy! Didn't you create me to handle things like this?! To win public favor?!"
The news anchor's mournful report echoed alongside an adult man's loud demands.
Inside the spacious conference room with its excellent view sat Stan Edgar, whose expression never changed; Jonah Vogelbaum, dressed in a medical coat; and Madelyn Stillwell, clad like a female executive.
The emotional man was Homelander, dressed in a dark blue bodysuit, with the Stars and Stripes draped around him as a cape, standing before the V-shaped table.
This "superhero," who had grown up in a laboratory since childhood and broken the sound barrier in flight at the age of eight, could not understand why they had not sent him to handle a national-level mission.
Yet the root of Homelander's anger was not Stormfront's death, nor the destruction of the research center...
Even if he had once been sincere and dreamed of saving the world, what troubled Homelander now was that if he had been allowed to carry out the mission, he surely would have eliminated every threat. Then he would have received unprecedented media and public attention, along with endless praise and support.
"You wanted to carry it out?" Madelyn had been run ragged these past few days, and Homelander had barged into the conference room without regard for the occasion. She unconsciously raised her