He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Chapter 101 Taking Homelander to American Comics

Bogotá, South America.

Inside a nightclub.

A scruffy-bearded soldier boy was sitting alone at the bar, drinking aimlessly.

At that moment, the wooden door was pushed open.

The middle-aged male owner's eyes lit up when he saw the young man enter. He greeted him, "Hey, young man, welcome! What would you like to order?"

The young man in front of me was wearing a handmade suit and looked like a wealthy man, unlike the drunkard lounging at the bar who looked like a homeless person.

Los sat down next to the soldier boy, tossed him a few bills, and smiled, "Give me the same drink as this guy, and I'll pay his bill too."

Although I don't know why this wealthy young man knows a homeless man, it would be foolish not to make money when there is an opportunity.

The boss readily accepted the money and prepared drinks for Los.

The soldier boy picked up a glass directly from Los's drink, glanced at Los sideways, and said in a low voice, "Hey, isn't this the King of the World? What brings you to this little place?"

"I've come to deliver something to an old friend."

Los placed a bag on the bar counter with a dull metallic sound.

The soldier boy could tell that it was a diamond-shaped shield with a brass texture, but the material was definitely not just brass.

He continued drinking, ignoring Los and the shield.

"Boss, do you have any dancers to accompany you for drinks?" Los asked the boss.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Yes, we have them. How old do you want? Younger, hot girls are a bit more expensive."

Los waved his hand dismissively: "Bring two people over eighty years old!"

The boss's eyes widened immediately.

Do young people these days have such heavy tastes?

The soldier boy's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he silently drank his wine, though his appetite was whetted.

The tavern owner said with difficulty, "I can accept people in their forties or fifties, but I don't have any over eighty years old—"

Before he could finish speaking, Los placed a stack of bright green banknotes on the table.

"Fuck you! You just wait!"

The tavern owner, immediately desperate, gritted his teeth and yelled at the waiter, "Bring my mother and aunt over! Now, right now!"

Sometimes, having money is more useful than having superpowers.

Los sighed inwardly and took a sip of his drink.

"You little brat, just say it."

The soldier boy slammed his glass down on the table, staring blankly at Los. "What mischief are you up to now?"

Ross didn't answer, but instead asked, "Boy, don't you think the world is getting a little boring? Don't you have any goals in life?"

The soldier boy frowned, inwardly agreeing with Los's statement.

Most of the relatives and companions I once knew have passed away.

Since Los brought true peace to the world and the war ended, many superhumans were stripped of their abilities, leaving only the law-abiding ones.

The world became incredibly peaceful.

But for the soldier boy, it did become unchallenging and boring.

Los seemed to feel sorry for the soldier boy, and sighed, "In a world like this, even a hundred years from now, there's no way to prove you're not a coward."

"so what."

The soldier boy, having been deceived by Los, patiently asked, "How can I prove it? Would taking a nuclear bomb the same way you did be ruthless enough?"

Los choked and said seriously, "More exciting than that type."

He smiled and said, "Think about it, in some worlds where gods, aliens, ancient rulers, or even higher-dimensional beings truly exist, we are like raw recruits thrown into a cruel battlefield with an unknown outcome."

"Fight against all sorts of unknown and powerful enemies, and savor women of other races, some even a thousand years old."

The soldier boy's breathing became slightly rapid.

Just thinking about it made him tremble all over, yet he also felt an urge to witness it with his own eyes!

That way, I can prove that I'm braver than my brothers, right?

Fuck, I'll fight the fiercest fights and the oldest women!

The soldier boy took a big gulp of his drink. Although he was already tempted, he still asked suspiciously, "Are you making this up? Where are these places?"

Ross patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Before you agree to set off with me, go see someone first."

Steel industry is one of the industries.

Inside an apartment room.

A faint light flickered before his eyes, and John slowly opened them, finding himself lying on an unfamiliar large bed.

He instinctively reached for his body and discovered that the blue battle suit he had worn for decades had been replaced with ordinary casual clothes, and his cape was gone.

Wasn't I dead?

Homelander rose in bewilderment and found a familiar, imposing figure leaning against the doorway, holding a shield.

He felt weak and powerless, and couldn't help but ask, "You...you're treating me like a Fiji cup?"

"Fuck."

The soldier boy cursed, "Don't mimic me! I'm not gay!"

But when he saw his son, who was still alive, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and his neatly trimmed face showed some emotion.

The soldier boy turned his head away, preventing Homelander from seeing his expression, and gestured towards the door: "You can ask him for details."

The people of the motherland looked around blankly and saw a young man walking in through the door.

Los laughed and said, "Your abilities have been eliminated, so you feel powerless, don't you?"

The moment he saw the young man's sunny and handsome face, the man from the motherland trembled and instinctively wanted to back away, as if he were seeing the most severe father.

What should I call him?

Los? Junior? Dark? Sun God? Godfather Ryan?

Fear, regret, excitement, and many other emotions appeared on the faces of the people of the motherland, but there was no resentment.

Finally, with a tense expression and clenched lips, he asked, "Why are you here? No, why didn't you kill me?"

Los fell silent and looked out the window.

He said softly, "Mr. John, you haven't forgotten, have you? You once saved my life, even though you thought it was just a performance, it really did save me."

Los sighed, "At Godotkin University, you took the blame for me again. After joining the Seven, I originally wanted to eliminate you as the villain, but you insisted on making me your son's godfather."

"Everyone else has the right to kill you, but I don't, and I don't need to."

Los paused for a moment, then continued, "To be honest, even if I were the king of the world, I couldn't forgive you on behalf of those you've hurt."

Therefore, Homelander must "die" in this world.

"Right now, you're just John, an ordinary person with absolutely no superpowers."

Ross looked at Homelander and said seriously, "I will take you away from this world with me. You will experience more calamities and despair with me, going through countless cycles of Marvel universes, never to return to this world again."

His calm statement, like an alternative curse, sent chills down the spines of the people of his homeland.

Los spread his hands and said finally, "Never being able to come back, never being able to see your son again, being abandoned by this world, I think this is the greatest punishment for you."

"Son, don't worry."

The soldier boy suddenly spoke up, comforting Homelander, "I'll go with you."

Los nodded to himself. If this black-robed world had self-awareness, it would surely reply, "Double happiness!"

Homelander sat blankly on the bed, looking at Los and his father, who had arranged everything so perfectly for him.

So, am I being used as a tool now?

"We are the strongest"—this phrase, like a curse, persists relentlessly.

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