Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Meanwhile, Homelander, with a do-or-die mentality, kept crashing Locke into buildings, only to discover that Locke's condition was worse than he had imagined.

"You think you're so tough?" Homelander's face twisted into a maniacal grin as he slammed Locke's body against the wall repeatedly with frantic force. "You've ruined everything I have, now it's your turn!" He was consumed by a suicidal obsession, ignoring the pain of the recoil as he carried Locke through the buildings, each impact sending up a spray of rubble and blood.

After crashing into several buildings, Homelander suddenly realized something was wrong—the cracks in Locke's black armor were getting deeper and deeper, his originally fierce resistance was gradually weakening, and even his struggles were becoming sluggish; his condition was far worse than he had anticipated. It seemed that the previous life-or-death battle with him and the soldier boy had taken a heavy toll, and he couldn't withstand the continuous impacts, and was already on the verge of his limit.

This discovery instantly restored the Homelander's crumbling confidence, diminishing some of the madness in his eyes and replacing it with a more ruthless, all-encompassing power. He exerted tremendous force, propelling Locke skyward, the air around him whistling, the Manhattan skyline below shrinking rapidly in his vision. Then, he locked onto a hundred-meter-tall skyscraper and, with the force of thunder, slammed it down into it!

"Boom—!" The sound of fists and bodies shattering glass curtain walls, along with the sharp crack of steel bars breaking, exploded outwards.

Homelander carried Locke as he shoved his way through the building, causing floors to crumble like paper and walls to collapse layer by layer. The entire building began to disintegrate rapidly from the top, with concrete blocks, twisted steel bars, and glass shards raining down on the ground, turning it into a chaotic wasteland in an instant.

The shockwave from the building's collapse swept outwards, easily overturning low-rise buildings in the surrounding blocks and smashing vehicles beyond recognition. Surviving pedestrians were swallowed by smoke and debris before they could even scream, suffering a near-devastating impact.

Homelander, having gained experience in resisting impacts from being knocked unconscious by Locke last time, and thanks to his enhanced physique after being injected with Compound 7, suffered little damage.

He quickly broke free from the several tons of building debris on his body, activated his X-ray vision, and instantly pierced through layers of ruins to lock onto Locke's location. Locke was buried under rubble, his black armor was mostly broken, and his breath was faint.

Homelander swooped down with a sinister grin, his eyes suddenly shooting out beams of scorching heat. The thick rays of light aimed precisely at Locke, and his roar shook the ruins.

"Die!!! Die!!!"

The surrounding temperature soared dramatically, the air was distorted by the heat, and the broken steel bars and metal plates quickly turned red and melted, turning into molten iron that seeped into the gravel.

Under the impact of the heat vision, Locke's body was continuously pressed into the ground, and the soil and rocks beneath him were instantly melted into charred powder, gradually creating a deep pit.

Homelander refused to give up, flying straight to Locke's head. He poured all his energy into his eyes, making his heat vision even more intense, turning a deep, dark red. He intended to use this power to carry Locke through the Earth's core, annihilating the man who had repeatedly humiliated him into endless darkness.

However, the Armament Haki covering Locke's body was gradually changing, becoming harder and more angular.

To be honest, the strength of the Homelanders was indeed beyond his imagination. If he hadn't made a big splash beforehand and gained combat power from those few hundred popularity points, he might not have been able to kill him.

It has to be said that Homelander's outburst this time almost caused him to crash and burn, but unfortunately, Homelander is far inferior to himself.

And this time, you started it first.

【4276→2276】

[Garou - Red-Haired (Half-Monster) → Garou - Red-Haired (Monster)]

[Special Feature Upgrade]

[Limiter Release (10%) → Limiter Release (20%)]

But during the brief intervals between laser outputs, Homelander suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Locke, whose flesh had been scorched and whose armor had been shattered by the heat vision, was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The scattered black fluids gathered from all around like living things and rapidly reformed along his body. Even the bruises on his neck from being pinched were slowly fading away.

"How is this possible?!" Homelander's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared as he increased the heat vision energy, but the next second, Locke suddenly stood up slowly under the scorching light.

He raised one hand, a thick black fluid condensing in his palm, and pressed it firmly against the front of his heat vision. With a piercing "sizzle," the previously concentrated light was instantly split into several branches, shooting out wildly in all directions like scattered blades, indiscriminately destroying the surrounding ruins, twisted steel bars, and sending rubble and hot metal fragments flying everywhere.

Locke's voice was icy and piercing, cutting through the deafening roar, carrying undisguised mockery: "You enjoyed shooting, didn't you?"

These words were like ice water poured over all the violence of the Chinese people, and extreme fear instantly swept over their entire bodies, rushing up their spines and straight to the top of their heads.

His muscles stiffened uncontrollably, and even the output of his thermal vision was almost interrupted. The madness in his eyes was completely replaced by panic.

He now realized that this man might... be impossible to kill!

Before he could finish speaking, Locke's figure suddenly transformed into a ghostly black shadow, vanishing instantly amidst the bright light and dust.

The man felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge, but he had already been locked onto by the other side.

The next second, a familiar sense of oppression came from behind. Locke raised his arms high and made two completely different fists.

"Booming Void Fist".

With a deep shout, two fists, carrying a devastating force, slammed into the back of the father!

"boom--!!!"

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The ninety-fourth floor of the Water Tower had long since been reduced to a gruesome ruin. Half of the building had collapsed in half, tearing open a bloody, mangled gash, through which the golden-red sunset poured in unhindered, coating the broken walls, exposed steel bars, and shattered glass with a deathly warm hue.

In the somber shadows of the other half of the ruins, a twisted and eerie humanoid creature huddled up.

Consumed by extreme hunger, Stan crouched among the scattered wreckage, frantically devouring the "buffet" left by Locke. His fingertips were covered in blood and scraps. He had completely abandoned his former elegant demeanor of controlling Walter and transformed into a demon.

He held food in one hand and gripped his phone tightly in the other, the screen showing real-time street surveillance footage. His eyes were fixed on Locke's movements; he needed to confirm the fate of this ruthless man before he could feel a little at ease.

When the surveillance footage switched to the other side of the street, Stan's movements suddenly froze, and the food in his mouth fell to the ground. In the shot, Locke was dragging a blood-stained red cloak as he slowly walked out of the swirling dust. Underneath the cloak was Homelander, whose limbs had been broken and who was barely breathing—this was Homelander, who had been injected with Compound 7 and greatly enhanced, yet he was being dragged around like a stray dog, powerless to resist.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Stan like a tidal wave, and a chilling fear shot up his spine to the top of his head.

He looked at his reflection in the river of blood, recalling all the sacrifices and compromises he had made over the past few days, and only one mad thought remained in his mind:

He can't die! He absolutely can't die here!

But the next second, Locke suddenly disappeared from the surveillance footage.

Stan's pupils contracted sharply, his fingers frantically swiping the screen, scanning the entire Manhattan surveillance footage, trying to find the deadly shadow. Just then, a heavy sense of oppression descended, and a huge shadow slowly enveloped him, blocking out the surrounding smoke and light.

Stan's body stiffened uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and he almost lost all strength to turn his head. He slowly moved his neck and saw Locke standing behind him with a playful smile, his black armor still covered in dust from the ruins. Beside Locke, a naked white man covered in sweat was panting slightly, looking somewhat exhausted.

"I never expected you guys would actually come up with something. Judging from your appearance, are you a ghost?"

Stan was so terrified that he didn't even have time to think before turning around and trying to escape into the depths of the building.

Kelock was much faster than he had imagined, catching up to him in an instant and grabbing him by the back of the neck with such force that he almost crushed his bones. Stan was dragged to the broken section of the building, the last rays of the setting sun piercing through the dust and smoke, falling precisely on him.

The moment the sunlight fell on Stan's skin, a pungent white smoke suddenly billowed from his body, and his skin burned and ulcerated at a visible speed. The intense pain caused him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He twisted and turned frantically, struggling wildly with his limbs, trying to escape the deadly sunlight. But Locke's hands held him firmly like iron clamps, preventing him from moving an inch. He could only watch helplessly as he was burned away bit by bit in the intense light.

"Wait! We made a promise, we made a promise!!!"

Looking at Stan, who was screaming in pain, Locke's voice sounded so nonchalant, as if he were crushing an eyesore, and he chuckled:

"I've changed my mind."

"Don't you want to know where Cypher is?!" Stan, as if grasping at a last straw, forced out a desperate plea through his broken vocal cords. The burning pain made his vision blur. "He's the root of your tragedy! If you kill me, you'll never find him! Let me go—I'll tell you his true identity!!!"

"I know," Locke's voice was eerily calm, as if stating something utterly mundane, "Thomas Gododkin, right?"

Stan's body stiffened abruptly, as if the burning pain in his skin had been frozen in an instant.

His bloodshot eyes widened, his last shred of reason crumbling in that instant, his voice filled with disbelief and horror: "You...how did you know?"

Locke looked down, his gaze falling on the man's face, which was burned beyond recognition, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Me?" He paused, watching the light in Stan's eyes gradually fade, and said, word by word, "I know everything."