Capítulo 159: Chapter 159: The Boys
[Anthony's POV]
It's a completely ordinary world similar to mine until one specific moment during World War II.
There was one Nazi scientist who managed to develop the "V" compound, which granted ordinary people superpowers.
They could have unbreakable skin, immense strength, speed, flying, telepathy, and various other abilities.
What each individual gets depends on luck because Vought International still hasn't figured out how to create what they need as far as I know.
Vought International is a multibillion-dollar American corporation dealing with "Superheroes," people with abilities.
The "V" compound is unknown to the general public, and most people think heroes are born with their abilities.
If in my current world, there are real heroes like Clark, here... it's like looking into a distorted mirror of heroes.
There's a Homelander who has almost all of Clark's abilities... but only much weaker.
I saw his photo on many billboards as I fell down the city.
There's a version of Wonder Woman here called Queen Maeve, but she's not a goddess here… just a human with superpowers.
There are other "heroes" too, but not about them for now.
They're just ordinary people with superpowers but without physical strength which causes most people to fall into what they fall into when everything is permitted.
There are the so-called "Boys" completely ordinary people who want to "punish" the Supes and show their true face to the public…
However, this is difficult because Vought has monopolized everything related to heroes.
Heroes are primarily merch, fame, money, contracts, movies and TV shows, comics, and toys.
They are entertainment for ordinary citizens because… in this world, heroes are not needed.
There are no monsters, beings from other dimensions, supervillains… nothing.
"Except for the V compound, there's nothing particularly interesting here."
I sighed while looking at the cracked ground from my fall and the shattered windows on some cars.
This world is a literal slap in the face to those who genuinely wish for good and peace, who want to save people, and who want to be heroes.
Batman should come here to clean this world from filth… because ordinary people often can't handle the Supes.
Especially with Homelander because he's the strongest of them all.
As far as I can remember, He could not be harmed by anything... He also has a lot of mental health issues as he grew up in a lab.
The people in this world are just zombies who wholeheartedly love heroes especially "The Seven" the name of the superhero team that "saves the world."
This is another parody of the Justice League... but it's not for me to say that I suggested the League of Earth Defenders.
"My God..."
The blonde girl came out of the café next to me while staring wide-eyed at me.
"No, not yours."
I said, glancing at the skinny guy next to her.
"Um, a prostitute who lets people cut off his limbs?"
That's what I saw in his thoughts.
After my words, the guy turned pale. He has good regeneration and allows clients to chop him up for money...
"I... uh... Starlight... I gotta go."
"Hey, wait..."
He just didn't listen to her.
There were people filming us with their cameras around us, and I didn't see a problem with that.
I didn't even have a costume, let alone a mask.
After all, I don't plan on staying here.
"Almost made it... so who are you?"
This blone looked at me.
"And why the hell did you land in the middle of the city?"
She asked nervously and immediately pulled a hood over her head as if afraid someone would recognize her.
"Who is this?! A new hero?!"
A teenager asked with a camera.
"I haven't seen him before, but the landing was cool,"
Antother one echoed.
"So what should I do?"
I asked aloud, not addressing anyone in particular.
I'm kind of a god, and I have a whole day to... explore this world.
I smiled at the people while flying off, and all the destruction I had caused disappeared before their eyes as if someone was rewinding time.
"..."
She stared wide-eyed at this as did everyone around.
"You didn't believe I existed."
I said while looking at Annie or Starlight.
When I arrived in this world, I heard many people, including her words, and I couldn't miss the chance.
"So watch... I'll have to fix the world while I have the time."
"Great, another crazy one..."
Annie flashed through her mind, and I even smirked.
She had lost her faith lately.
I flew into the sky and looked over the city without saying anything else. I quickly used magic to find the "V" compound which was the main thing I was interested in at that moment.
It's not that it could give me anything personally, but it was still intriguing.
I was able to teleport without any problem and walk down the corridor openly in the corporation's lab.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
A scientist asked me.
"The one who wants to get the Compound V."
I said with a smile. The man's eyes widened, his heartbeat quickened, and... he ran away.
"Hmm, that'll do."
I shrugged.
Soon, the alarm went off in the lab, and all the doors locked... which didn't bother me at all.
I simply walked through while making holes in the doors with my body.
"Ezylana,"
I muttered and immediately began understanding the compound.
"Hey! Hands in the air!"
I heard behind me and turned around immediately.
"H-hands..."
The soldiers froze in fear when my eyes glowed yellow.
"I got what I wanted. So stand down, soldiers."
I said, and they instantly relaxed.
"Stand down."
Their commander said.
They were ordinary people without abilities, and I was a god, and they simply couldn't resist my will.
I flew over the city.
I had the V compound, and now I could create it without any problems using alchemy.
It was quite interesting and caused natural mutations in the body.
This could say that the V compound turns an ordinary person into a Meta-human, and I was familiar with the mechanism of its impact on the body.
I had already analyzed Starlight's body, the same blonde and member of The Seven.
It was very similar to the effect of Platinum Kryptonite but only much weaker.
Perhaps the V compound was created based on some mineral of extraterrestrial origin or from earth but unique to this version of Earth.
There really aren't any villains in this world, just ordinary people who crave power.
Those with mental disorders, those who will do anything for money... basically, the usual bastards at a minimum level of Lex Luthor.
But not villains of the "I'll tear everyone apart and be the last one standing" level.
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[3rd POV]
"The Magnificent Seven," for more thoughtful consideration of the title of the film, please consult Miss Ashley, as I have more important matters to attend to. Thank you."
Stan Edgar addressed the company's chief publicists politely but with an unchanged expression and firmness in his voice.
As Edgar walked down the hall to his office, he saw pictures of "superheroes," including one of his failed products who fancied he was a god.
However, he could not deny that this was partly his fault and that of the entire company.
A child raised without a mother's love in the cold walls of a laboratory can never truly understand what love and compassion are...
All of this relates to Homelander, currently the strongest "superhero" on Earth.
He acknowledged this, but what was done could not be undone.
If it weren't for the psychological problems of Homelander, things could be more dangerous for him and the entire company.
"Yes?"
He answered calmly as he entered his office and put the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Edgar, did you see the video I sent you?! A new Super has appeared!"
Ashley's panicked voice sounded.
"Thank you for the information. But I already know about it."
He said while frowning.
"Don't worry about it and focus on the filming."
He said.
"I... yes. Yes, of course."
Ashley said.
Edgar reviewed the video sent a few minutes ago by Vought's chief technician, and his frown became more noticeable.
He didn't know who this "Super" was.
Maybe it's one of those people who got V due to Homelander's childishness and attempts to prove his worth.
Well, if that's the case, then it needs to be taken advantage of.
One super-terrorist has already thrown the entire top of the army into a panic, and if one appears in the city center...
...
"What do you mean? What other bloody Super?"
Butcher's eyes blazed with hatred as he looked at the video on Hughie's phone.
"Another flying cunt, at least without spandex."
He said rather crudely.
"Annie saw him and said he suddenly fell onto the roadway..."
Hughie said who had joined them relatively recently and had already gotten himself in deep trouble.
The way he looked at Butcher... it was as if Butcher had somehow offended him.
"Annie, huh? You looked like a little crying girl when she called you."
M.M. said at the wheel.
"I didn't look like that..."
Hughie tried to insist, but M.M.'s look showed what he thought of that.
"I don't remember any super like that,"
Frenchie said and is another member of "The Boys."
"It doesn't matter. They appear like shit from a hole in the ice. Vought keeps churning out these bastards, and who knows how many more there are. However, it's good you contacted me. Dad will sort everything out."
Butcher smirked.
"Like when you left everyone, right?"
Hughie said.
"Don't argue. We'll be at Raynor's soon, and everything will be fine. Actually, we should thank that flying prick. If it weren't for him, Starlight wouldn't have called Hughie, and then Frenchie wouldn't have called you."
M.M. looked at Butcher.
"Pfft, thank these bastards? Fine, it's good that we have a description of this new super-terrorist... which Vought definitely created to get a contract with the army. We'll give Raynor the lead to pin those bitches down, and it's in the bag. Everything will be fine, I guarantee it."
A few minutes later, they parked at the edge of the city to meet with Susan Raynor.
She's the deputy director of the CIA and didn't particularly like "Supes," as she had seen what they did.
"Raynor, here I am."
Butcher smiled when he saw the woman waiting by the car.
"Butcher... what the hell happened with Stillwell?"
She boiled over at the sight of her former lover and the man she would have gladly stopped dealing with.
"Oh-oh, take it easy. I'm not responsible for her death."
He said immediately, raising his hands and smirking.
"No, I mean, I did blow her up, but she was already dead by then."
He added that when he noticed, she didn't believe his words.
"Tell me, why shouldn't I throw you in jail? Your face is now plastered everywhere for killing that bitch!"
"Because I'm useful, and we have information about a super-terrorist."
He immediately played his trump card.
"You..."
Susan's words were cut off by a body falling nearby, causing everyone except Butcher to flinch and turn toward the familiar sound.
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[Anthony's POV]
"Easy, folks, I'm not your enemy."
I smirked as the whole group drew their guns and pointed them at me except for the skinny guy and the Asian girl in the van.
They didn't have weapons.
"Who the hell are you?!"
M.M. exclaimed.
"He's... that super... we're doomed."
Hughie said with wide, fear-filled eyes.
"I'm just interested in what you're going to do, even if you manage to ruin Vought's reputation. Oh, and the CIA is here..."
I glanced at Susan who looked at Butcher as if he had killed her puppy.
"I'm not involved."
He declared.
"And it's none of your damn business..."
He replied to me.
"You are all so rude."
I shook my head.
"I'm here for a short time. You can consider me a god who has descended from the heavens to punish the souls of the wicked."
I spread my arms wide.
"Bullshit."
M.M. immediately retorted, and everyone's heart rate increased.
"Well, I'm not actually planning to punish all the wicked. It would be easier to just destroy the whole planet."
I shrugged.
"Speaking of destruction..."
In an instant, a woman appeared beside us while looking around in confusion.
"What the hell!"
They exclaimed.
"She was closely observing us from a respectful distance."
I said.
"And she was planning to kill this woman."
I pointed at Susan.
"And yes, she's a super, as you call them. She can blow your head off if she points at you with her eyes, and I recommend covering her eyes. Alright, I've helped here."
After these words, I pointed to the sky... and a huge seal appeared immediately above the city and then over the entire continent with clouds starting to gather.
Soon, blood rain would fall on all buildings belonging to Vought International and on the heroes the company advertises and the billboards themselves.
This would last about three hours, but it would be very demonstrative.
Moreover, I had already released a program created by Cortana for occasions when we needed to gather data.
I launched this program when I took the V compound and connected the portable drive to the local computers.
At the moment, it had already infiltrated deeply into Vought's systems.
I hope the information here will be useful.
Immediately, I flew up while hearing one last shout from one of them.
"What the hell! What the f..."
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