Mutant Organization

No matter how powerful Zero's bullets were, Erik kept them firmly in check, so Rorschach was not worried about Erik.

He glanced at Sabretooth, whose head was rapidly healing, and fell into thought.

With Sabretooth's absurd healing ability, it would be very difficult to take him down with fists alone.

He couldn't exactly beat the man into a pile of mush, could he?

That would be a little too grotesque.

As he thought this, Rorschach swept his gaze across the scene and finally settled on the two dinner knives Erik had used to stab Sabretooth, which Sabretooth had casually tossed onto the ground.

Without hesitation, Rorschach strolled over, picked up one of the dinner knives, and weighed it in his hand.

No matter how well Sabretooth could heal, if he chopped off the bastard's head in one stroke, he would definitely be dead, right?

Sabretooth was not Deadpool. He could not regrow severed limbs.

The only question was whether this knife was up to the task.

Could it withstand being used to smack garlic without snapping?

But reality gave Rorschach no more time to think. Sabretooth had once again returned to full health!

The wildness within him erupted completely. With a savage grin and blood smeared all over his face, he looked like a Great Demon King that had crawled out of hell.

He pounced at Rorschach again.

Using his speed, far beyond that of an ordinary person, Rorschach easily dodged aside, shifted to Sabretooth's flank, gripped the dinner knife tightly, and slashed it fiercely.

Clang!

A cold gleam flashed.

Slice!

Sabretooth's head flew straight off. Blood shot high from his neck like a fountain, a truly spectacular sight.

Carried by momentum, Sabretooth's headless body ran another two steps before crashing heavily to the ground.

His head traced a graceful arc through the air, flying dozens of meters before dropping onto the lawn like a ball.

"You... you killed Victor!"

Bradley stared blankly at Sabretooth's corpse, his mind going numb.

A beast like Victor had been killed so easily by this young man?

He had never imagined that this young man, who even looked somewhat scholarly, would be so formidable.

"If he can't grow another head, then I suppose he's dead."

Rorschach shrugged.

"Ugh!"

A muffled groan sounded from nearby. Erik had finished things on his end as well.

Struck by several bullets he had fired himself, Zero fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, utterly unwilling to accept it.

He had gone to reunite with his dear teammate Sabretooth. After all, good brothers ought to be nice and tidy together.

Mission complete. Congratulations, host, you have received 100 Origin Points!

Origin Points, as the name implies, are the source of power the host uses to advance, strengthen, level up, and grow! Begin your journey of upgrades and enhancements now!

At that very moment, the same notification sounded in Rorschach's mind.

At the same time, a string of information regarding Origin Points appeared.

Simply put, just as the system said, Origin Points were the foundation of Rorschach's growth and evolution.

They could be used to unlock progress in the Homelander template, or they could be added individually to one of his attributes to strengthen that particular attribute.

They could even be used directly to unlock or upgrade Rorschach's current abilities.

In short, Rorschach's growth was inseparable from Origin Points.

"Rorschach, I really didn't realize you were this violent."

Erik walked over to Rorschach's side. Looking down at Sabretooth's headless corpse, he spread his hands.

"Only the blood sprayed a little too much. But honestly, I believe he died peacefully, without any pain at all," Rorschach said solemnly.

Rorschach was not boasting. At the speed of his slash, even a sheet of paper could cut through flesh and blood.

Sabretooth's head had been severed in an instant.

Sabretooth probably had not even realized what had happened before his head was already flying through the air.

With Sabretooth's tenacious vitality, perhaps he had even gotten to experience the sensation of flying.

"Are you all right?"

Erik stared at Rorschach again, no longer beating around the bush.

His earlier teasing had been meant to ease the tension. After all, killing someone would cause a certain degree of psychological shock to any young person.

"I'm fine."

Rorschach shook his head.

Though this was his first time killing someone across both his lives, for some reason, there was not much turmoil in his heart.

Even he found that somewhat surprising.

"If you want to talk, you can come to me anytime."

Erik patted Rorschach on the shoulder before turning to Bradley. "Who are those two?"

"Buddy, I'm afraid you've gotten yourselves into trouble." Bradley's expression turned extremely grave.

"Is that so? What kind of trouble?"

Erik pressed in a deep voice. Bradley did not need to tell him that much for him to see it himself.

"The one who could grow claws from his hands was called Victor. As for the other one, I don't know his name. We all called him Zero."

"They came from a very secretive organization, one that is both hidden and extremely dangerous."

After pondering for a moment, Bradley shared what he could.

"What kind of organization?"

Erik raised an eyebrow, and his gaze immediately sharpened, cutting into Bradley's face like a blade.

Bradley's asshole clenched involuntarily.

This guy had suddenly become terrifying!

"I asked you what kind of organization it is!" Erik grabbed Bradley by the collar and growled. "Was it Shaw?"

According to the information Erik had, the only organized mutant force he knew of was Black King Shaw's Hellfire Club.

"Shaw? No, buddy, who is Shaw?"

"Don't play tricks with me. Tell me, was it Shaw?"

"Man! I've never even heard of any Shaw! Let me go!"

"No, you're lying to me!"

"Erik! Calm down!"

Seeing that Erik had clearly become agitated, Rorschach could not help but stop him. "I think he isn't lying."

It was not merely a feeling. Rorschach was certain of it!

The secret organization Bradley spoke of had been created by Stryker, not Black King Shaw.

"He'd better not be!"

Erik looked at Rorschach, then released Bradley with a shove.

"Buddy, if I were you, I would leave this place as fast as possible. The sooner, the better!"

Bradley straightened his clothes. Though Erik had irritated him somewhat, he still gave the warning seriously.

Bradley had long heard rumors that Sabretooth was hunting down people like them, "runaways."

So strictly speaking, these two mutants who had appeared out of nowhere had actually saved his life.

"You're coming with us!"

Erik grabbed Bradley's arm without discussion and forcibly dragged him to his car.