An Eight-Year-Old Homelander Bastard

"Ryan, hurry up, we need to get to class."

It was early morning, sunlight streaming down. In front of a detached house, the lawn was neatly trimmed, and sprinklers rotated, misting the ground with fresh water.

It seemed like a beautiful morning. Two gentle calls from the mother echoed from inside the villa.

A little boy with clear blue eyes sat on a swing hanging from a large tree in the yard, playing with a toy car, lost in his own world, not hearing.

Outside the house's balcony, on wooden steps painted white.

The young man lay on a rattan chair, his feet casually resting on the railing. His face was handsome, his eyes deep, gazing towards the road with a hint of disdain.

He paid no mind to his mother calling his younger brother.

It was as if he had no connection to this home, like an outsider staying as a guest.

"Ryan, did you hear me? Go pack your things, you'll be late."

A moment later, Becca, receiving no response, opened the door and poked her head out.

She was in her thirties, with a somewhat pretty face. She wore fitted pants and a white home shirt, looking like a capable career woman. She called out gently again to Ryan under the tree.

"Coming, Mom."

Ryan put down his toy car, ran over with a smile, and headed into the house, passing by the two of them.

"Don't forget your pencils this time, you'll need them for art class."

Becca held the door, watching her obedient son run past her and upstairs. A smile spread across her face, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness.

The warm scene between mother and son was suddenly shattered by an untimely voice from beside them.

"Why don't you just have the teacher come to the house?

Isn't it tiring to go out every day?"

The young man on the rattan chair turned his head slightly. His voice was magnetic, and he looked casually at his mother.

"Ron, having a teacher come to the house costs more money."

Turning her head to face her elder son, who was born at the same time as Ryan but was physiologically and psychologically different from the norm, Becca's smile became less natural, tinged with a hint of unfamiliarity and nervousness.

"It still costs money?

Whatever you want, they'll do it for you for free, won't they?"

Ron was used to Becca's attitude.

Although he was no longer an orphan after his transmigration, his situation was not much different.

The family lacked a father figure, and his mother treated him like a freak.

"This community we've lived in for eight years, isn't it just a beautiful cage built for us?"

He spread his hands and said.

"That's enough, Ron. I don't know what you're talking about. You're talking nonsense again."

Hearing this, Becca's expression changed. She pretended to be angry to cover it up, sternly warning her elder son.

"Ron, you're not allowed to say these things to your brother!"

A mother's instinct kicked in, and her attitude became firm when it involved Ryan.

"Whatever you say."

Ron shrugged and said nothing more.

After the warning, Becca returned inside with slightly hurried steps.

She had two sons. Her younger son was well-behaved and cute, while her elder son... was different from birth. His growth rate was too fast; at six years old, he was as tall as her, and at eight, he had already surpassed her. His appearance was that of a young adult.

He never cried or fussed, rarely spoke, and never acted like a child. He always observed everything with indifference, giving off a strange vibe.

Every time she spoke with her elder son, she instinctively thought of the children's father – the man who was the most outstanding hero in the eyes of the public, but in reality, a terrifying demon.

Chih-chih.

A black car drove away from the house. Becca left to take her precious younger son to class.

"Becca, if you truly love your son, you shouldn't keep him in a greenhouse. After all, this is a hypocritical and terrible world."

Ron lay on the rattan chair, casually withdrawing his gaze from the departing car and looking coldly into the distance.

His gaze seemed to pierce through this seemingly neat community, this cage, to see those who were constantly watching him from afar, to see the walls more than a mile away.

After transmigrating, the details were everywhere. Too many superhero-related merchandise, Homelander, A-Train, Queen Maeve...

He realized he had transmigrated into the world of The Boys.

It wasn't his first transmigration.

"Compared to the last world, where danger was everywhere and major incidents happened frequently, this world hasn't gotten much better."

In some ways, it was even worse – a hypocritical, ugly, and dangerous world!

Yet, the drug that granted superpowers was being abused, and a considerable portion of the ordinary public was being used as experimental subjects without their knowledge.

Superheroes were packaged and marketed like commodities, attracting fans.

Everyone is outwardly righteous, but inwardly corrupt and hypocritical. Fighting crime is just for show, with money and fame being the ultimate goals.

Homelander, the world's most powerful superhero, possesses abilities similar to Superman's, with the power to destroy the world. However, he is actually a psychologically deformed, unpredictable, and unrestrained time bomb.

"But it's normal for someone with that kind of power to act however they please."

Grinning, Ron licked his dry lips.

How many people with Superman-like abilities would become Clark, who hides among ordinary people as a reporter, fighting crime, instead of Homelander, standing at the top of the world saying, 'I'll do whatever I want'?

He slowly rose from the rattan chair, closed the door, and went upstairs to his room, drawing the curtains.

He methodically packed the things he had prepared in advance.

He changed into clothes suitable for movement and put on his backpack.

This world's calm surface hides a crisis. Homelander alone, who could lose control at any moment, is a nightmare. His own identity makes it impossible to escape this vortex, and he must gain power for self-preservation.

"It's time for me to set off and gain power."

In his room, Ron buttoned his jacket sleeves one by one in front of the mirror, excitement hidden in his eyes.

In the original story, Homelander and Becca had only one illegitimate child, Ryan. But for some reason, he appeared, making them twins.

It's not quite right to call them twins, as Homelander's genes mutated in him.

"I didn't inherit Homelander's abilities, but I got another surprise."

He summoned the familiar panel.

Ability Points: 21,000

Recorded Templates: Homelander Physique (Ryan's juvenile state) Price: 300,000 points.

Worlds Searched: X-Men.

A few days ago, this thing appeared, stating that it had detected that the eligible host's physiological state had reached adulthood and officially activated.

By influencing the fates of superheroes or supervillains, he could earn Ability Points, buy other people's ability templates, and modify himself.

He had always thought his genetic mutation was a failure, that he was unlucky not to inherit Homelander's abilities and that his lifespan was shortened by nearly two-thirds.

At eight years old, he looked similar to others at nineteen.

By that calculation, at around twenty, when others were going to college, he could be collecting his pension and living a retired life?

But with the appearance of this thing, he realized it might not have been a failure?

A shortened lifespan and an ordinary human physique in exchange for infinite genetic and bodily carrying capacity, allowing him to withstand any genetic modification or ability infusion.

Lowering the floor to make the ceiling nearly infinite.

It was a perfect match for this Template System.

[Do you wish to spend 500 Ability Points to travel to the X-Men world?

Yes.]

Ron gave the command, using the Template System's ability to travel to another world.

Interfering with character fates to earn Ability Points could also be done in the The Boys world.

For example, his birth and upbringing. Over the past eight years, he had directly or indirectly influenced the fates of many people, earning over 20,000 Ability Points.

However, in his current situation, there were huge obstacles to reaching the outside world and interacting with others to quickly gain a large amount of Ability Points.

He looked outside.

The perspective zoomed out, looking down from above.

What appeared to be a free neighborhood ended in a tall, gray wall covered in electric fences. Elite troops guarded the outside, making it look like a cold prison.

Vought International, the giant corporation that created Compound V and shaped numerous superheroes, needed Becca, him, and Ryan as a secret backup in case the world's strongest hero, Homelander, lost control.

Therefore, none of the three could go anywhere.

Fully armed special forces were outside, and others disguised as ordinary people were within the neighborhood, monitoring them around the clock.

With his current strength, it was impossible to leave this place.

Since that's the case...

"Then I'll go to another world and gain the ability to leave this cage!"