Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

The emotions of the people of the motherland have recently been like an out-of-control roller coaster, swinging wildly between two extremes, falling from the clouds to the bottom, and then briefly rising in vain hope, in an endless cycle.

That heart, twisted by a lack of love, was already riddled with cracks. Under the continuous blows, it became even more riddled with holes, making it incredibly fragile.

At this moment, he was being relentlessly suppressed by Locke's seemingly light yet impenetrable fist wind, his whole body aching, unable to muster even the slightest strength to fight back. In the midst of the chaos, the recent events uncontrollably surged through his mind, scene after scene flashing before his eyes, causing him to feel utterly devastated.

From being relentlessly pushed to the limit by Stan Edgar, to finally tearing off the pretense and publicly exposing her true nature, she went all out;

Unexpectedly, his approval ratings surged, and his dying hope was rekindled.

Then came the inexplicable beating in Elmira, which shattered his confidence, which he had maintained with absolute strength. To this day, he still doesn't know who was responsible for the brutal attack.

Until he took a desperate gamble and rose up in rebellion, joining forces with Newman to overthrow Stan's rule, he thought he could finally take control of his destiny.

But from then on, his life was like being forcibly steered onto an absurd side road, like an out-of-control roller coaster, hurtling headlong in a direction he could not understand at all.

First, his "father," the soldier boy, was rescued from Russia by the butcher. He had no choice but to swallow all the humiliation and agree to cooperate with Stan again, even willing to give up the power he had finally grasped, just to get the family warmth he had dreamed of and be able to reunite with his real "father."

For the sake of this illusory "home," the people of the motherland accepted it, accepting all the compromises and concessions.

But the familial love he so desperately craved was met with a complete conspiracy. His father, in league with Queen Maeve, whom he once cherished, and his sworn enemy, the Butcher, with whom he shared a deep bond, conspired to kill him! And the reason he gave was that he found him too much of a whine and a spineless coward!

Who is he?

He is a man of the motherland! He is undoubtedly the strongest in the world, without exception!

How could he be a spineless coward!

All he wanted was a little bit of care, a touch of warmth from a family, so why did everyone have to trample on his feelings again and again?!

The man from the motherland couldn't understand it, nor did he want to think about it. He could only attribute all his pain and frustration to his own weakness.

So he decided to heed the soldier boy's "advice" and personally strangle that weak, helpless, and love-craving version of himself.

He wanted to take the Compound VII that Stan had given him, completely sever the sins and immaturity of the past, be reborn from the ashes, and become a brand new and perfect version of himself.

Become a real man, a true MAN.

He no longer needed those cheap emotions and finally became what is called "his true self".

These should have been two things that would have brought him complete relief and ecstasy, but why... why did they turn out to be such a miserable state?

Where did this man come from out of nowhere? How did he manage to corner him so completely? Why is every bone in his body screaming in pain, even breathing feels like being torn apart?

This shouldn't be happening! Absolutely not!

This is definitely not how I envision my future!

He injected compound seven to sever his past weaknesses, to become an invincible being, to make everyone look up to him, to revere him, to see him as a god! Instead of being repeatedly crushed and trampled on like this!

"No--!"

A roar burst from his throat, and the last string of "reason" in the hearts of the people of the motherland snapped completely in the face of extreme anger and humiliation.

The violent compounds in the body, along with the adrenaline generated by the near collapse, intertwine and collide wildly, transforming into a destructive force that sweeps through the entire body along the blood vessels!

Gradually, the excruciating pain in my body began to subside, replaced by a surge of power—a power stronger than ever before, almost tyrannical.

He finally regained his confidence to fight back, and even felt that he could tear everything in front of him to shreds!

Homelander suddenly raised his right hand, and in that instant, it seemed as if the air around him distorted and trembled from the extreme power. He stared intently at Locke, his eyes filled with a mad, all-consuming frenzy, and smashed down on him with reckless abandon. His roar resonated throughout the entire shaky building.

"I am God—!!!"

However, the expected counterattack did not occur.

Faced with Homelander's punch, which was accompanied by a force that seemed to tear through the air and was determined to smash him into a pulp, Locke didn't even move an inch, but simply turned his head to the side casually.

The fist whistled past his ear, and the terrifying wind pressure it brought exploded instantly.

The lightning rod behind him, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse, shattered instantly under the impact of this overwhelming kinetic energy. The broken metal fragments, along with rubble and cement blocks, hurtled out of the rooftop like cannonballs, disappearing in the dust storm in an instant.

Before Homelander could retract his fist, Locke flipped his wrist, precisely gripping the wrist joint beneath his fist, and twisted it with the force of the movement—it was an extremely fast joint lock, carrying a cunning and ruthless power to lock the tendons and bones.

With a sharp crack, the man felt a piercing pain in his right arm. He was lifted into the air and flipped around by an irresistible force. In the midst of the dizzying spin, he had no time to react.

The next second, he was slammed hard onto the cold ground, and the excruciating pain from the impact on his back made his vision go black.

Before he could even struggle to lift his head, Locke's knee was already firmly planted on his back, and his palm was filled with a dense black aura as he slammed a punch into the back of his head.

The dull, loud bang made the ground tremble slightly, and the domineering force of the punch penetrated straight to the skull.

Homelander froze, all his rage and power vanished instantly, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a brief coma.

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Locke lowered his gaze expressionlessly, glancing at his right hand, which was almost shattered—his finger bones were twisted and deformed, and dark red blood was still seeping from the wound. He moved his fingers slightly, feeling the excruciating pain of the fracture, but his face remained completely expressionless.

He then glanced at the unconscious Homelander on the ground, a sneer escaping his throat, his tone full of disdain and sarcasm:

"Has this been too much of a shock lately? Am I a god or something?"

"That's incredibly weak resilience! How did you survive in the lab as a kid? Was it just because you're thick-skinned?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a heavy dragging sound came from the entrance to the rooftop. The soldier boy, who had miraculously survived the fall, crawled back, covered in wounds. His armor was tattered and stained with blood and dust, his chest heaving violently, each breath painful.

He spotted Homelander on the ground in an instant, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He said to Locke in a rough voice:

"Well done! I'll treat you to the strongest liquor another day! Now get out of the way, I'm going to kill this bastard with my own hands!"

As he spoke, he staggered toward Homelander. Just as he reached Locke, before he could take another step, Locke suddenly raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to his face unexpectedly!

“Pah!”

The sharp crack echoed across the empty rooftop. The soldier boy was sent spinning halfway around by the slap, his mouth splitting open instantly, spitting out two bloody teeth mixed with blood and foam.

He staggered to regain his balance, his swollen face tilted to the side, his eyes wide open, staring at Locke with disbelief.

Locke gave a mocking smile, slowly withdrew his hand, and looked down at him:

"You were so busy beating this bastard that you forgot to hit you, weren't you?"

"I've changed my mind. Today you and your son will die together, and even Jesus can't stop it."

"I said it."