Struck by Lightning into The Boys Universe

"That's it?"

On the computer screen, the ending credits slowly rolled.

In the pitch-black room, the only light source came from the monitor.

Lin Mo sat in his chair, still pinching a can of cola that had already been drained to the bottom. The expression on his face was exceptionally bizarre, as if he had just swallowed a whole fly alive.

He had spent an entire night binge-watching the final season of The Boys in one go.

Then, he got an ending that could not be said to be completely unacceptable, only that he very much wanted to mail a blade to the writers.

"What the fuck!"

"Homelander tossed and turned for so many years, and in the end he gets written off in such a stifling way?"

"And Vought Corporation, a company that even dares to sell Superheroes like commodities, actually managed to last until the very end..."

Finally, Lin Mo put down the empty can and remained silent for a long time before accepting this fact, but he still couldn't help continuing to complain.

"Sun of a bitch! Give me a refund."

"Production crew, do you feel worthy of us viewers? If Homelander really existed, I'm afraid he'd be the first to slice you up."

"Oh Homelander, you died a miserable death!"

Thunder rolled outside the window.

At the height of his excitement, Lin Mo simply stood up and spread his arms toward the window.

"If I were Homelander, I'd have done a better job than them even if I went there!"

Crack—

A blinding white light abruptly tore through the night sky.

Lin Mo didn't even see clearly what had happened.

He only felt the world in front of him instantly swallowed by lightning, followed by an unimaginably close explosion ringing in his ears.

A fierce numbness exploded along his body.

Before his consciousness vanished, only a single thought remained in his mind.

I will never stand by the window and swear oaths again.

Boom!

The sound of thunder seemed to still echo in his ears.

Cold rain beat against his face.

Lin Mo struggled to open his eyes, but what he saw was not the ceiling of a hospital, nor the chandelier of his own home that he had used for many years.

What he saw was a sky covered by dark clouds, pitch black.

Dense raindrops fell from a high place, and every drop appeared unusually huge in his eyes.

He wanted to raise his hand to block them, only to find that his arms were ridiculously short, and his five fingers were small and soft. No matter how he looked at it, they didn't look like what an adult should have.

"Ah..."

Lin Mo wanted to speak.

What came from his throat was only a weak cry.

What was going on?

His brain went briefly blank.

Immediately afterward, a large amount of chaotic information poured into his consciousness.

His body had shrunk, he couldn't control his limbs, his vision was blurred, and his language function was close to zero.

Cold, hunger, and a sense of suffocation struck all at once.

He had turned into an infant.

To be more precise, an infant who had just been born not long ago and couldn't even manage to roll over.

At the same time, a pungent, foul odor came from nearby. Lin Mo struggled to turn his head and saw that beside him was actually a pile of garbage.

Lin Mo was lying right in the middle of that scorched and foul-smelling garbage.

Instantly, he realized that he seemed to be an abandoned baby.

Come on, bro, this truly is a disastrous starting hand.

What should he do now? No parents, no swaddling clothes to keep warm. He would definitely not survive tonight due to hunger and hypothermia.

Before Lin Mo had time to continue analyzing, a cold mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind like the sound of nature.

[Host consciousness recovery detected.]

[Cross-world deployment complete.]

[Target world locked.]

[World Number: THE BOYS.]

Lin Mo's mind went blank again, but the shock was quickly washed away by the joy of just obtaining a system.

The Boys? This world?

The very world he had just been complaining about?

No way, did it skew again? This world was truly unfriendly to ordinary people; in a world where super-powered lunatics were as common as dogs, he might get his head blown off and liquidated by Homelander any day.

However, after finishing his complaints, he still had to see how the system would perform. Lin Mo silently placed his last shred of hope on the system; after all, judging by the current situation, wanting to gain self-preservation power in this world was inseparable from Vought Corporation.

And even if he was lucky enough to be noticed by Vought, injected with V5, managed to survive by a fluke, and grew up to deal with Vought Corporation later, all things considered, this world was a dead end.

What's more, in this realistic version of Vought's world, Homelander was not so easily plot-killed.

Before Lin Mo could finish thinking, the system's voice pulled his thoughts back once more.

[Newborn vessel construction complete.]

[Bloodline template loaded successfully.]

[Current bloodline: Kryptonian.]

[Template reference subject: Kal-El.]

[Host is in the infant stage with limited physical load capacity, and most bloodline abilities are temporarily sealed.]

[Abilities will gradually unlock along with physiological growth and the accumulation of yellow sun energy.]

A series of prompts made Lin Mo almost forget to cry.

A Kryptonian! It didn't skew!

I love you, system!

And a Kryptonian bloodline built with Superman Kal-El as the reference.

Nice, system, you really deliver. I forgive you for bringing me into The Boys.

Then, Lin Mo tried to mobilize the power within his body.

Yet reality dealt him another heavy blow: no super hearing, no heat vision, no X-ray vision.

And definitely no terrifying strength to punch through the Earth with a single blow.

He couldn't even fully control his own arms.

The only thing he could feel was that deep within his body seemed to hide an extremely vast and empty area.

It was like a huge furnace that had not yet been charged.

The furnace body had been built, but inside there was only a tiny, faint spark.

He indeed possessed a Kryptonian body, but right now he was just a Kryptonian baby who had never basked in the sun.

Never mind Homelander; even if a stray dog came along, it might carry him off.

"Waa..."

Reality soon forced Lin Mo to cry out again.

This time it was not a pretense.

The rain was freezing, and the body temperature of the infant was dropping rapidly.

He did not know where he had been dropped, nor did he know if the system had arranged any so-called newbie protection.

Fortunately, he now possessed this Kryptonian bloodline, making him much stronger than an ordinary baby, and his adaptability was vastly increased.

It was just a pity that it was night now; as long as he endured through tonight, tomorrow once the sun shone he could revive at full health. Although he was still losing health now, there was ultimately a chance to survive.

[Basic drop-off mission complete.]

[World adaptation program initiated.]

[System energy insufficient, about to enter hibernation.]

Hearing the voice in his mind, Lin Mo felt a shock in his heart.

Wait a minute.

At least give a world map first!

Or a birth certificate would do!

[During hibernation, the system will cease the vast majority of functions.]

[After the host reaches specific conditions, the system may reawaken.]

[Please survive on your own.]

The mechanical voice grew weaker and weaker.

Lin Mo called out frantically, but did not receive any response.

This system threw him over, gave him a temporarily unusable Kryptonian body, and then prepared to go offline directly?

At least leave an instruction manual!

However, the system offered no explanation.

The light in his mind rapidly dimmed, leaving only a vague, barely perceptible interface.

Just then, the sound of a car engine drifted through the rain curtain.

Two beams of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating this remote area of the city.

A black sedan stopped not far away.

The car door opened, and a man wearing a dark raincoat stepped out.

"I need to take a leak, I'll be right back."

Humming a tune, the man in dark clothing unbuckled his belt and walked toward the pile of trash where Lin Mo was located.

Naturally, Lin Mo also sensed that someone was walking in his direction. He immediately realized this was an opportunity and decided to just go for it. Treating a dead horse like a live one, Lin Mo immediately began to wail loudly, attempting to use his voice to attract the man over.

The man walked up to the garbage pit and suddenly stopped. Even through the rain, he heard the familiar sound of crying coming from the garbage bags ahead.

He was one of Vought Corporation's research executives, primarily studying Compound V. In recent years, their research had made breakthroughs, and they deduced that the younger an infant was when injected with Compound V, the more powerful the abilities they would acquire upon reaching adulthood.

Therefore, they had been dealing with infants constantly of late, and naturally, he was familiar with this sound.

He quickly approached and successfully discovered Lin Mo from a pile of trash.

"Oh, God, there's a baby here."

Lin Mo was lifted up from the garbage pile by him. The man did not mind the stench on Lin Mo's body at all, instead carefully scrutinizing Lin Mo's face. After being picked up, Lin Mo also stopped crying, but he was striving to identify the insignia on the man's chest.

Rainwater slid down the badge holder of the man in front of him.

At the very top of the identification card was printed a blue-and-white corporate logo.

Below it was an English word extremely familiar to Lin Mo.

VOUGHT.

Vought Corporation.