I Am Your God

Homelander and Ashley returned to The Seven's headquarters.

Walking into the Vice President's office, they saw Madelyn, a woman past her prime but still possessing a captivating charm.

In the TV show, Homelander was extremely reliant on this old woman.

Having never experienced motherly love, Homelander gained what he desired from her.

He even imprisoned a shapeshifter after he killed Madelyn later on.

When he needed comfort, he would have the shapeshifter transform into Madelyn's appearance.

It had to be said.

It was perverted and depraved.

"Ashley, let Homelander and I talk," Madelyn waved her hand, signaling her assistant to leave.

After Ashley closed the door.

Madelyn walked over, the faint scent of Chanel perfume on her instantly entering Homelander's nostrils.

The old woman cupped Homelander's face with her hands.

"Tell me, why did you say those things at the press conference?"

"You can tell me about any troubles you have."

"You should know, I always welcome you to confide in me."

Perhaps the original host would have enjoyed this scene.

Unfortunately, Homelander now was not the same as before.

Homelander only felt disgusted.

He grabbed Madelyn's hands and pulled them away, smiling, "Firstly, I don't have any troubles."

"Secondly, stop touching me with your hands."

"Especially, hands that might have just been squeezed for milk, the thought alone makes me sick."

He directly spoke his inner thoughts.

He felt an immense sense of relief.

No longer did he have to be subservient to a disgusting superior like in his previous life.

Now, he said whatever he thought.

It felt great!

Madelyn's face was filled with disbelief.

She almost thought the Homelander before her was an imposter.

Homelander had always been infatuated with her.

How could he say such things?

Unwilling to give up, she took two steps back and sat on the sofa, deliberately pulling up her skirt to reveal her stocking-clad legs.

She patted her thigh.

Madelyn smiled, "You're probably just tired."

"Come here, I'll help you relax."

Homelander felt his eyes burning and raised his hands, "Don't do this, Madelyn."

"Do you know?"

"The perfume on you can barely cover your scent of old age."

"God, how could I have..."

"In short, I'm not the same person anymore."

Madelyn's expression froze.

She had played her trump card, and she never expected it to be ineffective against Homelander!

Her face immediately turned grim.

No longer playing childish games, she lowered her skirt, stood up, and said.

"Alright, then I'll tell you."

"Have you considered that the things you said to the reporters just now..."

"Will cause your approval rating to plummet and the company's stock to fall!"

Homelander shrugged, "I don't care."

"Right now, I just want to do what I want to do."

"You'd better not interfere with me!"

Madelyn's expression changed, "Homelander, do you know what you're saying?"

"Without Vought, you're nothing!"

"Vought can make one Homelander famous, they can make a second, a third!"

Azu chuckled, "That's precisely where your problem lies."

"I don't know what makes you think you mortals can control me?"

"Control a god!"

Whoosh!

A gale swept through the office.

Azu's feet left the ground, the star-spangled cape behind him billowing like fire!

Madelyn was startled.

She hadn't expected Homelander's reaction to be so intense.

Especially as Homelander's eyes began to glow.

It was as if magma was churning within them!

"What do you think you're doing?"

Madelyn said sternly, "If you hurt me, you'll regret it!"

"Tomorrow, no, this afternoon!"

"All the news will report that Homelander has slaughtered Vought executives, and your reputation will plummet."

"You'll no longer be the people's hero."

"They'll only despise you!"

"You'll become worthless!"

As she spoke, Madelyn observed Homelander's changes.

She noticed the light in his eyes gradually recede.

His body, floating in mid-air, also returned to the ground.

Madelyn sneered inwardly.

She knew very well that this superhuman grew up in a laboratory, his personality incomplete.

Homelander craved recognition.

He valued his reputation too much.

As long as she grasped this point.

She could control him.

"Yes, that's right."

Madelyn smiled, sat down on the sofa, kicked off her high heels, and lifted her foot.

"Come, kiss it."

"Then you can do whatever you want."

Azu looked at the old woman.

He offered a sunny smile.

"I just said, don't do that anymore."

"Dear Madelyn."

"You're disgusting!"

The next second.

Red laser eyes shot from Azu's eyes, blasting Madelyn's face.

The woman's head instantly exploded into fragments.

Leaving the office in disarray.

Thump.

The foot, clad in a black stocking and raised high, fell to the floor.

Azu looked at the corpse, feeling a pang of discomfort for the first time killing someone.

Killing brought no joy.

But it also carried no burden.

The old woman still saw him as the old Homelander, with his mother complex and shackled by so-called honor.

So he didn't mind turning the one who wanted to ride on his head into a corpse.

It was a matter of principle.

Those who bully me, humiliate me, or hurt me will surely die!

After a moment of adjustment, Azu walked behind the desk and sat down in the vice president's chair.

Then he called out, "Ashley, have someone come in to clean this up."

The door opened.

Ashley walked in, bewildered, "Did something spill?"

She suddenly saw Madelyn, headless.

The tablet in her hand immediately fell to the floor.

She was about to scream.

But then she saw Homelander smiling, his finger held to his lips.

Ashley choked back the scream that was about to escape her lips.

"Very good."

Azu applauded with no sincerity, "Excellent, Ashley, I'm starting to appreciate you."

"How about this, starting today, you're my assistant."

"You'll take Madelyn's place, but you'll be responsible to me. Don't worry, I'll speak to Edgar about the change in position."

He glanced at the corpse on the sofa, "I believe Edgar will be meeting with me very soon, don't you think?"

Ashley trembled slightly and nodded, "Whatever you say, boss."

"No, call me Homelander."

Azu stood up, gesturing to the office, "Clean this up. Next, I..."

At this moment.

Lines of information appeared on his retinas.

[Your 'Laser Eyes' proficiency is maxed out.]

[Now upgraded to 'Laser Eyes +1'.]

[Laser Eyes +1: Cutting power +50%, Penetration +20%, Overall power +35%]

[Disaster event occurring.]

[A chaotic and distorted world, violence, crime, drug trafficking, smuggling, murder, robbery, this is the world you inhabit.]

[Here, you are God, you are the only one, you are the god of all beings.]

[You can make any decision.]

[So, are you willing to handle this event?]

Oh, it can be like this?

Azu's lips curled up.

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