I Am Homelander

"Fuck! That felt good!"

Wu Yanzu, once a three-time Golden Award-winning Best Actor and now the "returned king" who had just cleared his name, raised the bottle in his hand high and let out a hearty roar at the glittering nightscape beneath his feet.

He was on the rooftop of a forty-four-story building.

The gale howled, making his clothes flap loudly, but all he felt was that the wind was cheering for him.

Just an hour ago, everything had finally been settled.

His phone vibrated madly in his pocket. Calls from his agent, offers from investors, brand endorsements—they came flooding in like snowflakes.

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Liu Xingguang, the man who had stolen his assets and smeared his name, had finally been sent behind bars.

Public opinion had turned around, and his popularity had returned.

Tomorrow, he would stand beneath the spotlight once more, step over his enemy's corpse, and return to the summit of the entertainment industry!

"Liu Xingguang, take your time working that sewing machine in prison! This world is still mine in the end!"

Wu Yanzu took a huge swig of liquor. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, carrying the taste of victory.

He stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked down upon the world.

"Awesome! Fucking awesome!"

The alcohol went to his head, and the world began to sway before his eyes.

Then, a brilliant meteor streaked across the night sky.

Wu Yanzu froze for a moment.

Even heaven had come to celebrate for me? Of course. I'm the fucking best!

An indescribable arrogance surged into his heart.

At that moment, he felt like a god. He controlled fate and judged sinners.

A wild smile spread across Wu Yanzu's face.

He yanked open his belt.

Standing at the highest point in the city, facing the dazzling stars and this damned world, he let out the most primal roar.

"Who else?!" he bellowed, madness written all over his face.

"Who can stop me?! I'll do whatever the fuck I want!!"

"HAHAHAHA—!!"

Then something bizarre happened.

That meteor, which should have vanished beyond the horizon in mere seconds, seemed to have been drawn in by his actions.

It... it fucking stopped.

With a sharp turn, trailing blazing flames, it shot straight at the crown of Wu Yanzu's head like an intercontinental missile locked onto its target!

"I... fuck?"

Wu Yanzu sobered up instantly.

The madness on his face froze. Reflected in his pupils was a fireball growing larger and brighter by the second.

He did not even have time to zip up, much less pull up his pants.

"Don't... this is a joke... no, no way..."

BOOM—!!!

There was no scream, no final words.

The instant the meteor struck, Wu Yanzu was vaporized.

Not even a speck of ash remained.

The next second.

Wu Yanzu abruptly opened his eyes. "What the hell?"

He looked down at himself.

He discovered that he was floating in midair. Before him stood an outrageously designed skyscraper, its enormous glass curtain wall as smooth as a mirror.

In the mirror was reflected a "person."

A tall, muscular, handsome young man.

He had neatly combed blond hair and wore a blue skintight suit.

Exaggerated golden eagle-shaped epaulets rested on his shoulders, while a Stars and Stripes cape drifted slowly behind him.

"..." Wu Yanzu fell silent for three seconds.

He tried moving his fingers.

The person in the mirror moved his fingers too.

Then he tried flashing a grin.

The person in the mirror also revealed a dazzling, near-perfect smile.

"Uh..."

"I-I became Superman? No, that's not right..."

This appearance, this face.

Wu Yanzu's mind raced, instantly landing on a familiar name.

"Shit... Homelander?!"

I transmigrated? And I became that bootleg Superman from The Boys*?*

"I fucking transmigrated into The Boys universe?!"

At the thought of that twisted world where heads exploded at the drop of a hat and blood and guts were everywhere, Wu Yanzu felt nauseated.

"Then where am I now? Vought Tower? Am I about to face Butcher and his 'Boys' right from the start?"

"If that's the case, I won't waste a word. The moment we meet, I'll kill them!"

He nervously looked around.

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion interrupted his thoughts.

He abruptly looked up.

In the sky, a massive wormhole glowing with an eerie blue light hovered above the city.

Countless hideous alien warriors riding flying vehicles poured out without end. Their energy weapons spat deadly beams, turning the prosperous city into hell.

On the streets, yellow taxis were overturned as pedestrians screamed and scattered in every direction.

A gigantic armored Leviathan roared as it emerged from the wormhole. Its massive body smashed through the side of a building, sending glass and steel raining down from the sky.

"..."

Wu Yanzu slowly descended, his feet lightly touching the edge of a rooftop. His Stars and Stripes cape snapped loudly behind him.

He looked down.

On the street.

An enraged green giant grabbed a police car and smashed it viciously into Chitauri soldiers.

"Hulk—smash!!"

Not far away, a man in a mask holding a round shield emblazoned with a star was directing police officers as they evacuated civilians.

"Hold this street! Draw them west!"

A red-haired woman in a black skintight suit nimbly leaped onto a Chitauri aircraft and took out its pilot with the electric stunners on her wrists.

A man with a bow stood atop another building, using all manner of high-tech arrows to precisely pick off targets.

Farther away, a red-and-gold suit of iron armor was locked in aerial combat with two Leviathans, firing palm repulsors without pause.

"...Holy shit." Those English words slipped straight out of his mouth.

Wu Yanzu finally realized there was a problem even worse than transmigrating into The Boys.

"This isn't The Boys..."

He looked at the enormous wormhole in the sky and the big green guy wrestling with a Leviathan.

"This is fucking... Avengers?... The Battle of New York?!"

A voice rang out without warning.

The Super-Popular Superstar System has been activated... Beginning host binding... Binding successful!

System introduction: This is a system that depends on your "persona." Popularity is your power! The greater your popularity, the greater your abilities!

Current character template: Homelander (Basic Version)

Abilities: Super strength, body of steel (version benefit), Head Biological Field (weak, version defect; cannot be upgraded), super endurance, super speed, Heat Vision, X-Ray Vision, super hearing, flight.

Current popularity: 0

Current popularity level: Unknown

Tip: When a regional level rises to "Superstar," the abilities boosted in that region will become permanent.

Novice mission: "A Perfect Entrance." Become the center of everyone's attention during the Battle of New York.

Mission reward: Unlock Homelander's exclusive uniform, which will never wear out.

"The greater your popularity, the greater your abilities..."

Wu Yanzu softly repeated those words. He looked down at his plain blue skintight suit, then at the war-torn battlefield below.

Then he suddenly smiled.

"Ha..." Then his laughter grew louder and louder, more and more unrestrained.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

He craved power, craved money, craved everyone's attention.

"Ha, haha, HAHAHAHAHA!"

This was simply... perfect!

"Super-Popular Superstar...? System, you really... understand me."

Back in the city before Wu Yanzu transmigrated.

On a bitterly cold street, a ragged young man curled up beside a trash can, trembling as he stuffed someone else's discarded boxed meal into his mouth.

Though he barely had enough to eat, there was a strange obsession in his eyes. He kept muttering, "Something's wrong... The script shouldn't have gone like this... Where's my system? I've been transmigrated for three months already, so why hasn't my system arrived yet?!"

"Before I died, I clearly recited the spell: If I could do it over, I would choose..."

Suddenly, a blinding burst of fire erupted from the roof of that forty-four-story building in the distance...