Beside him, after hearing Heisenberg's words, Homelander let out a long sigh, then nodded heavily.
"That's much better than I initially expected. I'd even thought up my own epitaph!"
As he spoke, Homelander lightly rubbed his hands together.
"Want to guess what epitaph I had in mind?"
Although Heisenberg did not respond to Homelander's question, Queen Maeve beside him was indeed a little curious.
She looked at Homelander and asked coldly.
"What?"
"Fuck you!"
"What?!!"
"Just 'fuck you.' The 'you' can be anyone, haha!"
As his words fell, Homelander suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
Only after laughing his fill did he continue through his ragged breathing.
"My worldview is very simple. Ever since I was a kid, I thought I was the fucking strongest, so I deserved to have everything!
Whether it was money, women, or everyone's goddamn admiration, I thought all of that should have been mine!
But in reality, the company told me that money was easy for me to get, and women were just my toys. But admiration alone...
That required me to become a hero!"
At that, Homelander sneered and smoothed out his hair.
"From then on, I combed my hair neatly and put on a hero's costume.
From when I was seventeen until now, I've gone to every disaster scene I could hear about, every single day!
Fuck, I really did earn people's admiration. But so what? Fuck that!
I deserved it all. I'm the strongest, so everything I want should be mine!
But you all know it—I lost horribly. I couldn't even struggle.
So I thought, if I died, I'd tell them all to go fuck themselves!
Anyone weaker than me has no right to judge me. None!
I've killed so many people that even I can't count them. Anyone I wanted