"What is this? Such incredible power..." Reynolds stared blankly at his own hands, his face full of confusion. He felt unbelievably good in his current state, far better than at any point before. Not even getting high had ever given him this sense of overflowing power.
Reynolds was deeply puzzled by this. After all, while he had originally been a superhuman, he had merely been a speedster inferior to A-Train. Perhaps Reynolds's strength and defense had been a little greater than Pietro's and Barry Allen's when they had first obtained their powers, but they were nowhere near his current state. Right now, Reynolds even felt as if he could fly...
The next moment, Reynolds's body trembled slightly, and he actually began to float upward. The instant he took flight, Reynolds became excited. Although The Seven established by Vought International had countless capable members, all kinds of superhumans with various abilities, when it came down to it, there were only a few who could truly fly on their own. And the finest among them was Homelander!
The thought that he could compare to Homelander instantly excited Reynolds. After all, Homelander was The Seven's top star. If he possessed the same ability as Homelander, did that not mean Reynolds could also climb the social ladder and become a superhero of The Seven?
However, Reynolds soon came back to his senses. The immense power had given rise to some unrealistic fantasies in his heart, but now it suddenly occurred to him that even becoming a leading star like Homelander would be useless. They would still be under Vought International's control. None of their actions could be decided by themselves; they still needed Vought International's approval.
At that thought, Reynolds could not help but smile bitterly. Seen this way, he did not seem any