Starlight stared intently into Solomon's eyes, desperate to find a trace of sympathy, astonishment, or surprise, probing his true stance.
Yet Solomon's expression remained calm and unruffled, as though he had long since seen through all of Vought's false masks and understood everything, with none of it coming as a surprise.
"It's not all fake. There's a little truth mixed in."
Solomon spoke calmly, his tone clear-eyed.
"The Seven sounds glamorous, admired by everyone, but at its core, it's just a group of Supe celebrities carefully packaged by Vought's capital. From beginning to end, Vought's sole focus has been profit, keeping its stock price stable, and controlling public opinion. How many superheroes who genuinely want to save people do you think a profit-driven corporation like that can produce?"
Starlight nodded emphatically, her eyes filled with helplessness and frustration.
She knew better than anyone that Vought had deceived the entire world, blinding the public with fabricated personas and manipulated public opinion. This hypocritical, cold-blooded company should never have been allowed to continue existing.
But bringing down this colossal corporate predator was harder than reaching the heavens.
The Seven's top-tier fighting strength alone, especially the unfathomably powerful and vicious-tempered Homelander, was enough to leave anyone who tried to resist or overthrow Vought utterly intimidated, unable to move forward.
Still unwilling to give up, Starlight pressed on, persistently probing Solomon's true stance.
"Then why did you join The Seven? Did you want to become a superhero who saves the world too?"
Solomon looked perfectly at ease, his tone casual and direct, concealing nothing.
"No. I joined The Seven simply because there are plenty of Supes gathered here. It makes finding opponents convenient."
Starlight was instantly at a loss for words, utterly stunned.
She had imagined countless answers-idealistic, self-serving, wildly ambitious-but never a reason