American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 192: The Journey of a Homelander in Search of His Father
"Hoo! Hoo!"

After the black-robed Homelander broke the shapeshifter's neck, he gasped for air and let go of the other's body, letting it fall to the ground.

Although it didn't take much effort to break the deformed man's neck, at this moment, he felt that all the strength in his body had been completely drained.

Then he took a deep breath, fell weakly on the sofa, and stared blankly at the body of the deformed man.

Gradually, he felt a strong sense of dizziness rushing to his head, and his head was spinning.

At the same time, an intense burning sensation stung his head deeply, like Satan’s scorching gaze.

A deep and vile darkness reached him and held him in its grip.

He covered his aching forehead and looked at the mirror beside him.

The other him in the mirror appeared again.

At first, Homelander thought that the person in the mirror was not a real person.

Once upon a time, he would say that this was a figment of his own imagination, a nightmare from the depths of his own soul that was constantly changing and tormenting him.

But now, these imaginary products may also exist in reality.

Today's Chinese people are no longer able to rationally distinguish whether they are true or not.

Perhaps it was not that he could not distinguish now, but that he could never be sure whether these fantasies were true or false.

"Well done, you managed to take a brave step this time, and that's what we were counting on."

The other him in the mirror said to his fellow countryman.

"What do you want to say?"

Homelander panted slightly and looked at himself in the mirror.

The Homelander in the mirror put his hands away and leaned forward, "It's not you, it's us. This isn't the first time you've said this."

"We are one, the demons that exist in your mind."

The Homelander in the mirror looked at him seriously and asked, "So, what does this feel like?"

"What does it feel like?"

"Don't be coy, this isn't the first time you've killed someone."

Once again, his mischievous eyes flashed in the mirror, "You long for love, but keep destroying it with your own hands."

This sentence was like a supersonic punch, hitting the black-robed motherland hard.

He tried his best not to show it, however. He still took a few steps back and finally sat down on the sofa.

Turning his head to look at the dark night outside the window, his dazed eyes stared through the darkness of the night.

After a while, the Homelander said to himself in the mirror: "You are just an illusion of mine."

"I should call you an invader," Homelander looked at him with his back teeth clenched, "because that's what you did. You broke in here by force. Now, I am drifting in the darkness, passing through all the peace, all the good and bad things, and then it's you who broke into my spiritual territory without permission. You are an invader!"

"Don't act like you didn't mean to invite me."

"I didn't invite you."

The Homelander raised his voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression of Homelander in the mirror gradually became fierce. "Now that you have killed the shapeshifter, you want to cut ties with me, right? After you met your father, you can't wait to separate yourself from the past. In fact, you can never change your past!"

"You are a person who is constantly indulging in contradictions. You can never grow up. You think you can get rid of me, but no, you can't change anything."

The Homelander in the mirror looked at him fiercely, then laughed out loud, "It's ridiculous, isn't it? You want to treat him as a father, but... he doesn't want to acknowledge you at all, because you actually have nothing to do with him."

"No! Shut up!"

The black-robed Homelander was once again touched by his reflection in the mirror, and his voice trembled, "He is my spiritual support. I know everything that happened there. I don't care whether he recognizes me or not."

"You're lying, tough guy. You say you don't care, but in fact you care more than anyone else. You care a lot about what he thinks of you."

The man in the mirror put his hands on his waist and sneered at him: "You will never grow up unless you throw away these unnecessary feelings. Think about it, you have always been different, tough guy. If you want to be the god of this world, you need to throw away those unnecessary feelings. Don't care what he thinks of you. You don't need him to love you!"

"No!"

Looking at himself in the mirror, the black-robed Homelander shook his head and stepped back.

This time he was not convinced by himself in the mirror, but his eyes turned red instantly.

"Fuck!"

Heat vision shot out of his eyes, shattering the mirror into pieces.

After half an hour.

Dr. Wogerbaum, who is now retired from the Water Company, heard a noise at the door.

Living alone, he stood up from the sofa and walked out of the room.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw a face through the glass that he had never expected.

"You are John?"

Dr. Wagbaum was surprised to see the black-robed Homelander standing outside the door, smiling at him.

"Hey, Dr. Wogelbaum, long time no see."

"Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Dr. Wogelbaum paused, then opened the door and let Homelander in.

"I thought we would never see each other again in this life." Dr. Wagbaum asked him to sit on the sofa and asked him, "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

"No, no need."

The black-robed Homelander waved his hand at him, "I'm not here for coffee, I just want to ask you something."

Homelander has rather complicated feelings towards the doctor who raised him in the laboratory and whom he regarded as a half father.

"What do you want to know?"

The gray-haired old man asked him while sitting on the sofa opposite Homelander.

"I want to ask you, when you created me, was there another brother of mine, or a clone or something like that?"

The black-robed Homelander asked him, "Or am I not the only one?"

Dr. Wogelbaum looked at him and shook his head for a while. "No, you are the only one. You are created by me. You are so different. John, you are my greatest pride, but..."

He paused for a moment and said to Homelander: "You are also my most successful failure."

"I"

Seeing Dr. Wogerbaum's guilty expression, the black-robed Homelander stood up and looked at him in shock. "I have always been good and I have grown up well. Why do you think I am a failure?"

"You are not perfect. You have many flaws. You deserve a happy family and a happy life in your family instead of spending your childhood in a laboratory. Whenever I think of what I did to you before, I feel sad."

Dr. Wogelbaum began to reflect on the experiments he had conducted on his fellow countrymen in the laboratory.

When Homelander thought of the suffering he had endured in the laboratory and the happy life his other self enjoyed on the farm, tears instantly filled his eyes.

But he tried hard not to let the tears flow down, instead he bit his lip and looked at the other person, "I don't need your apology at all!"

"But this is all my fault."

Dr. Wogerbaum said with a complicated expression: "I created tragedy."

"what do you want?"

The black-robed Homelander gritted his teeth, trying hard not to lose his composure in front of the Doctor.

"Don't put on that face in front of me. You think you can get my forgiveness? Now? After you raised me like a fucking guinea pig?"

He shook his head at Dr. Wagbaum. "It's too late to apologize, and I don't need it."

Dr. Vogelbaum said with a heavy expression: "I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am just an old man on his deathbed reflecting on his mistakes."

“If possible.”

Dr. Wogerbaum said to him, "I hope you can have a wonderful life without being burdened by those pains."

"I don't care, and I don't need your pity. I will take back my original life."

The Homelander turned and left.

Just after taking half a step, he suddenly turned around and said to the doctor: "You have never been my father. You just regarded me as your experimental subject. You always believed that you should not invest too much emotion in the product. I used to think you were my father, but in fact, I have a real father."

Listening to the words of his countryman, Dr. Wogelbaum was stunned.

He wanted to say something else, but the next second the other party immediately left at super speed.

On the other hand, Peter still doesn’t know the mental journey that his fellow countrymen in this world have gone through.

He was flipping through a newspaper reporting on the Black Robe World.

The newspaper reported that a few weeks ago, a member of the Super Seven, Locomotive, shot and killed an innocent girl on the roadside while chasing a criminal.

Peter put the newspaper down, and he remembered that this seemed to be when the black robe plot was just beginning.

Poor Hughie, his girlfriend died just because he showed his affection on the curb.

Shaking his head, Peter put away the newspaper and looked at Compound No. 5 on the table.

This thing can give ordinary people superpowers, and it can also make superhumans' superpowers stronger.

Just like a box of chocolates, you never know what they taste like until you open it, you will never know what kind of superpowers you will gain before you inject compound No. 5.

“Knock! Knock!”

Peter was staring at Compound No. 5 in front of him, lost in thought, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Clark."

Peter looked up and realized it was Clark standing outside.

"godfather."

Clark pushed the door open and saw Peter reading a newspaper.

"What's up Clarke?"

"Well, I want to know, Godfather, when are we going back?"

"We'll leave tomorrow, but before that, you and John must take down my statue."

Peter put down the newspaper and said to him, "This is the trouble you caused, so you must solve it yourselves before we leave this world."

"I understand, Godfather."

Clark hesitated for a moment and asked Peter, "Godfather, does John really regard you as a god?"

(End of this chapter)