He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

In the afternoon, the sun shifts.

Inside the dimly lit CEO's office at the Water Group Building.

A star-patterned and striped cloak draped over his shoulders. The man's face was ashen, his eyes blank as he looked at himself standing in front of the dressing mirror.

His dark golden temples had started to have a few gray hairs mixed in at some point.

Homelander pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "Do I... want to become a god?"

As the light from outside the window grew dimmer, darkness enveloped the room like a tide.

New York, which was already in winter, became even colder.

It felt like stepping back into the long, dark night of his childhood laboratory. Homelander instinctively tugged at the cloak hanging over his shoulders, but couldn't feel any warmth.

In the mirror, the Homelander, whose eyes were equally dark and deep, spoke up: "Of course!"

"To become a god is to gain the recognition and submission of everyone in the world! No one will dare to harm or alienate you anymore!"

"Your son Ryan will be proud of you, your father, the soldier boy, will no longer call you a weakling, and Los will no longer be disappointed!"

"You don't need anyone; you are the strongest on your own, capable of standing alone at the top of the world!"

Encouraged by his reflection in the mirror, Homelander took a deep breath, regained his composure, and even displayed an indomitable and domineering aura!

"I will become a god and rule the world! They will surely approve of me and follow me!"

The people of the motherland whispered to themselves.

"Homelander, who are you talking to?"

At this time.

A sexy and charming woman got up from the office sofa and looked at Homelander in front of the mirror with a puzzled expression.

"Thank you for kicking off the starlight for me."

The firecracker girl looked at the man with adoration, cupped her chest, and stepped forward, saying, "I'd like to be even closer to you. At the next meeting, could I switch seats with the vice-captain?"

Snapped!

Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped across the face, interrupting her.

The firecracker girl covered her swollen face and stared blankly at the people of the motherland.

Homelander glared at her, then said with disgust, "Get out of the office!"

The woman with the firecrackers felt a pang of unease, as if she had touched a raw nerve.

……

That night, the neon lights illuminated the city of New York.

The lamplighter, reeking of alcohol and carrying a half-empty bottle of beer, stumbled out of the Brooklyn bar.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, looking at the approaching winter night, his moist eyes seeing no hope.

Today.

Under the wise man's orders, some of the superhumans imprisoned in the Sage's Grove were transferred away, apparently for illegal purposes.

The lamplighter, the gatekeeper of the Sage's Forest, was powerless to stop it.

If this continues, one's sins will never be atoned for.

The lamplighter plans to go to the headquarters of the Water Corporation tonight and set himself on fire inside the building to warn the world!

Just as the lamplighter made up his mind, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

He looked up blankly and found a black-haired young man standing in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

The lamplighter was about to push the other person away when he found that no matter how hard he tried, the other person's hand wouldn't budge.

Is it because I'm old and frail, or because I'm drunk?

As the lamplighter was still wondering, Los spoke up: "Do you remember me, the gatekeeper of the Sage's Grove?"

"Who are you……"

The lamplighter stared in astonishment at the young man's unusually youthful face, his drunkenness dissipating considerably. "Second-generation Black, Los?"

"it's me."

Los smiled and nodded.

The lamplighter was even more confused: "Didn't you lose your superpowers while fighting Soldier Boy?"

Los shrugged and gestured, "Go ahead and light it. You'll see once you try."

"You might die."

The lamplighter, slightly drunk, pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it towards Los in front of him.

Los simply smiled confidently and beckoned to himself.

The next instant, on the dark street.

A ball of flame erupted from the lamplighter's hand, sweeping towards Los's nearby body, the scorching heat even distorting the air!

But soon, the lamplighter was completely stunned.

The raging flames fell on Los, but instead of burning, they rippled and flowed along his body, as if automatically avoiding him. His black hair showed no signs of burning at all!

Not only did it not injure the other party, but it didn't even catch fire. Against the backdrop of the raging flames, it looked like a god!

The man who lit the lamp was completely sober and woke up with a start.

"Loss, are you... are you still human?"

He stared at the young man in disbelief, even more surprised than when he learned that the man hadn't lost his superpowers.

Ignoring the flames and intense heat, Los stepped forward, creating a gust of wind, and asked, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

The lamplighter recalled, "You said that perhaps some unexpected changes might occur in this world?"

"That's right."

Los said confidently, "The moment I've been talking about, the moment that will change the world, is fast approaching."

……

middle East.

A tall woman wearing a hood and a trench coat is leading a small white horse on a snow-covered hill.

Queen Maeve looked down at the city gleaming in the sunlight at the bottom of the snow-capped mountain valley.

In her memory.

This is the glorious frontline base of the liberation movement, which cooperated with the VOT Group. It houses children trafficked from all over the world by terrorists and is also a foreign experimental base for Compound V.

After parting ways with the Boys, Maeve, remembering the self-sacrifice of the second Black, decided to come here to liberate the area by force.

The little white horse that Los gave me was tied up in the woods outside.

Maeve donned a black mask and blended into the Middle Eastern city.

just.

Maeve was surprised as soon as she entered the city.

Under the sunlight.

On the bustling streets, locals chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

A group of children were flying sun-shaped kites, their lively laughter echoing through the streets, innocent and carefree.

As Maeve watched, she became increasingly bewildered.

This place was completely different from what she had imagined—a situation occupied by warlords and suppressed by armed terrorists.

Sudden.

Maeve saw crowds thronging the city center, a lively gathering of many people, and hundreds and thousands of sun kites converging in the sky.

She climbed several times and arrived at a four-story residential building.

Looking down, you can see a depression in the center of the city that looks like a meteorite crater, with a stone tablet recording the coordinates of the original base of the glorious liberation front.

Beside the stone tablet, a large stone sculpture of a young man wearing a cloak and an S-shaped totem on his chest stands, surrounded by people and kites.

Maeve stared blankly at the stone sculpture of the young man in battle armor. No matter how she looked at it, she had a sense of déjà vu.

at the same time.

Above New York City, a figure wearing a metallic suit resembling a stone sculpture from a Middle Eastern city, with a red cape fluttering in the wind, appeared.

Los soared into the sky, accelerating from Mach 4 to Mach 6, easily breaking through the clouds, and showed no sign of slowing down after reaching the Carmen line.

The sun reappeared, its golden light dazzling, and the steel body floated in the sky.

Los looked up and continued flying towards the parallel orbit of the sun beyond Earth!