Is This the World of The Boys?

Butcher seemed ruthless, willing to use any means necessary against Superhumans, but in truth, he was also a pitiful, tragic man with a cuckold's green hat hanging over his head.

The one who had cuckolded him was none other than Homelander, the man standing at the pinnacle of The Seven and all Superhumans.

Not only had Homelander shamelessly threatened Butcher's wife with Butcher's life behind his back, he had even knocked her up in one shot, making her bear him a son who had been born with superpowers.

What the absolute fuckery and irony was that?

Driven by the hatred of an enemy who had stolen his wife—a grudge that could not be shared under the same sky—Butcher assembled a small group called The Boys, made up of ordinary people and Superhumans, to oppose The Seven.

Their ultimate goal was to eliminate Homelander, the very symbol of Superhumans.

But Homelander was simply too powerful.

The vast disparity in strength between the two sides had left The Boys fighting defeat after defeat, then defeat after fight.

By chance, Butcher learned of the existence of a certain "secret weapon" from the former Soviet Union that might be able to deal with Homelander, and found it in present-day Russia.

With the help of Temporary Compound V generously sponsored by Maeve.

Butcher and Hughie Campbell, two time-limited "Supermen," led several members of The Boys and finally succeeded in physically infiltrating the place where that "secret weapon" was stored.

It was a dim laboratory decorated in the style of the last century.

But when Butcher used brute force to pry open the lid of the "secret weapon" container, which resembled a rusty iron coffin, he found that it did not contain any so-called "secret weapon" at all.

Instead, it held—

"Holy shit?!"

"Soldier Boy?!"

"He's still alive?!"

Butcher, Hughie, Mother's Milk, Frenchie, and the others all looked as though they had seen a ghost.

Only Kimiko continued to look somewhat dim-witted, tilting her head as she curiously stared at the outrageously handsome man before them.

"Hey, bro, I'm alive. Are you that surprised? I'm fucking Soldier Boy, you know. Who would dare kill me? Who could kill me?"

"You? Or you?"

"A bunch of pathetic weaklings!"

"Can't you see I'm not wearing any clothes?"

"Your leather coat looks nice. It's mine now."

Wearing nothing but a pair of Super Elastic Fiber Underwear, Leon displayed the sleek, sculpted muscles of a classical Greek statue as he broke free from the iron coffin that had confined Soldier Boy and strode toward The Boys with overwhelming pressure.

His target was very clear: the black leather coat on Butcher's body. He reached out to take it directly.

"Hey, brother, calm down."

"There are corpses all over the floor. You can strip any of their uniforms and wear it..."

Butcher waved one hand as he backed away, only for the unyielding Leon to close in, seize him by the collar, and lift him into the air. "I want this one!"

Whoosh—

Leon's sudden outburst instantly put everyone present on high alert.

Having gained teleportation through Temporary Compound V, Hughie flashed over, appearing naked beside Butcher and Leon. He naively thought he could pry Leon's hand open.

"Let him go!"

Hughie shouted as he tugged at Leon's hand.

"Hughie, don't provoke him!"

Butcher was more rational, but his warning was clearly slower than Hughie's teleportation.

"Oh? You have an ability like that, and instead of running away, you voluntarily teleported right to my side?"

Leon turned with interest toward Hughie, who was gritting his teeth and straining with his entire body. The hand holding Butcher aloft remained as immovable as a hydraulic iron clamp.

The difference in strength between them was obvious.

"Your courage is admirable,"

"but I wasn't talking to you!"

Bang—

Leon raised his leg and kicked.

The kick nearly punched straight through Hughie's stomach. He doubled over and flew sideways like a cannonball, smashing through a wall without making another sound.

"Hughie!!!" ×3

Mother's Milk, Frenchie, and Butcher cried out at the same time.

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!

Whoosh—

The first two grabbed the guards' rifles from the floor and opened fire at Leon's back from four or five meters away, while orange-red lasers flashed in Butcher's eyes and shot point-blank toward Leon's.

Kimiko took up Hughie's mantle and continued trying to wrench Leon's arm apart.

Her claws, teeth, elbows...

She used every part of her body that could be used to attack.

But could those attacks truly affect Leon?

The answer was obviously no.

After more than ten seconds of concentrated fire.

Mother's Milk and Frenchie's rifles ran out of bullets first.

Immediately after that.

Butcher's laser eyes began to overload, forcing him to shut his eyes and deactivate them.

"Wow~"

"What were those two lasers just now? Glow sticks? They felt pretty good. Don't stop, keep firing!"

Leon shook Butcher in his hand and impatiently urged him on, not even bothering to acknowledge Kimiko, who was still biting his calf.

When The Boys realized that Leon had not even been scratched—not even a single hair had fallen from his body—they felt tremendous hope while also sinking into profound despair.

"How is that possible..."

Butcher's face was full of disbelief.

After all.

Though his laser eyes were definitely inferior to Homelander's, a conservative estimate still put them at sixty to seventy percent of Homelander's power.

And yet.

Even firing point-blank at Soldier Boy, even aiming for the human body's most vulnerable target—the eyes—had done absolutely nothing.

Not even Homelander's physical defenses were this absurd, were they?

At that thought.

Butcher no longer had any intention of confronting Leon head-on.

After all.

There was no shame in being unable to defeat someone. A real man knew when to bend and when to stand tall.

Eliminating Homelander was their top priority right now.

The stronger Soldier Boy was,

the more beneficial he would be to their plan of setting the wolf upon the tiger.

"Hey, listen to me, Soldier Boy. After Vought learned of your death, they created a new you. He is... urgh!"

"I told you to keep firing! Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Before Butcher could finish, Leon released his collar and instead gripped his throat, slowly tightening his fingers and gradually taking away his right to breathe.

"Now! This instant! Immediately!"

Golden light flickered in Leon's eyes, but like two lightbulbs, it simply could not converge into a beam. Whenever it was about to focus, it dispersed again.

"Fuck!"

Butcher had never felt death so close to him. His instinct to survive drove him to struggle as fiercely as he could. After briefly gathering strength, two orange-red laser beams shot from his eyes once more.

Whoosh—

"That's more like it!"

Leon eagerly continued absorbing the lasers Butcher fired with his eyes.

During the process.

The corners of his mouth kept rising. He was practically high out of his mind!