The Ultimate Power Only a God Could Wield

The tiny flame in Lamplighter's hand rapidly grew into a roaring blaze.

The Young Man's expression had returned to normal. After forcing the chip out of his body, the Young Man was finally free of its restraints.

From now on, he could completely control his Psychic Powers without the chip interfering.

The chip Vought International's scientists had implanted in his skull monitored his brain waves in real time. Whenever he used his Psychic Powers beyond a certain intensity, it released an electric current to stimulate and disrupt his nerves.

Just as it had with Homelander years ago, Vought International valued him immensely but could not let him develop however he pleased. The company had already planned out the Young Man's path.

But now, the Young Man no longer had to follow the path the company had laid out for him.

The sea was wide open to fish, and the sky was wide open to birds.

The people before him were the only things that might still stand in his way.

Firelight danced in the Young Man's eyes.

It came from the flame in Lamplighter's palm.

Freedom had clearly put the Young Man in a good mood. He smiled faintly and said, "What? Are you going to attack me?"

The Young Man's pronunciation was still awkward, but he could just about speak in complete sentences.

Lamplighter heard the contempt in the Young Man's voice, but it did not anger him. The Young Man might be only fifteen or sixteen, but he had every reason to be proud.

"You know I can't just let you leave," Lamplighter said, his face wary.

The Young Man looked utterly at ease. Whether Lamplighter let him go made no difference. Lamplighter could not stop him.

His body slowly rose into the air, and he looked up