It appeared that Butcher was trying to strangle Homelander.
Wasn't this even more outrageous than Captain America trying to strangle Ultron?
Embarrassingly, even when completely sealed, Homelander remained unresponsive.
He didn't even wake up from Butcher's "torture."
As expected, the little bit of power added by the A-Train character card wasn't even enough to suffocate him or wake him up.
Seeing that Jordan was silent, Butcher wiped his sweat and called out to him nonchalantly, "Hello, boss, you're back!"
What about your promise?
"What promise? You see, this bitch has a hard spot, and I'm working on it!"
"Stop it. I gave you a chance, but you failed."
Jordan stepped forward and stopped Butcher from performing the scraping therapy.
"If Homelander knew he was being humiliated like this by you, he'd probably be furious, wouldn't he?"
"If that's the case, it saves a lot of trouble!"
Whether it was due to the exhaustion of the sealing technique's energy or the effectiveness of Homelander's powerful resistance, he awoke from the darkness. His still-functioning super senses clearly outlined the figure of Jordan in the darkness.
At the same time, a black-clad clown appeared, strangling himself. He seemed to be the husband of a Vought Corporation employee with whom he'd had a relationship several years ago.
But it was not important.
Losing his sight did not deprive him of his perception of the outside world. It was not a gift from God, but rather made him even more desperate.
Listen up, The Flash!
"I can resign from The Seven and announce to the public that you will take over as the leader of The Seven. You will become the most popular superhero!"
"Please spare me. I'm blind and pose no threat to you. Why do you insist on killing me?"
Upon hearing Homelander's surrender and pleas for mercy, Butcher looked at Jordan as if he'd seen a ghost.
Is this the Homelander who is high above and seems like a saint?
You're kidding me!
Unlike Butcher's shock, Homelander choosing to beg for mercy didn't surprise Jordan at all.
The series of crushing defeats had completely extinguished his fighting spirit, especially when Jordan unleashed his full potential.
Homelander had obvious personality flaws and had never been a person with a strong will. Even in his invincible original timeline, he still needed older women like Madelyn or Stormfront to fill the gap of his morbid maternal love.
"Why did I want to kill you? That's a good question. Let's settle this score."
Jordan gestured for Butcher to step back, then approached step by step, counting on his fingers.
"First, condoning your own or your subordinates' superhuman abilities to harm ordinary people."
"Second, the unauthorized distribution of Compound V to create supervillains."
"Third, illegally invading other countries, interfering in their internal affairs, and murdering their political leaders."
"Fourth, murdering members of Congress for the benefit of Vought Corporation, oh, that's a good deed..."
Jordan saw Butcher's eyes blazing with fury and pointed at him.
"You even slept with this man's wife!"
Homelander: "..."
"Tell me, how many people have you directly or indirectly harmed?"
"Do I need a reason to kill you?"
Homelander opened his mouth, unsure how to refute, and cried out in grievance, "I swear! That woman was there voluntarily! I didn't force her, and the three hours we spent together went very well!"
"Fuck you, shut the hell up!"
Butcher's face instantly turned red. A supersonic impact slammed into Homelander's back, knocking him so hard he was clutching his forehead and seeing stars.
Unable to bear seeing the man continue to embarrass himself, Jordan, in a flash, had F-boy step out of his body, bypass Homelander, and punch through Butcher's chest from behind.
Almost the same excruciating pain as when he'd gained his superpowers appeared. As the pain subsided, Butcher was horrified to discover that his strength was waning. His legs felt as heavy as if they were made of lead, as if he'd just stepped out of a swimming pool.
How can superpowers that are given out be taken back?!
"Calm down. You're relying too much on this external force."
Jordan watched indifferently as F-boy peeled the A-Train character card off Butcher's body and returned to his own.
Then he turned to look at Homelander.
"What goes around comes around. Homelander, it's time to settle things."
Two demonic red tears streamed down from the corners of Homelander's eyes, which were now just holes. But Jordan remained unmoved, his eyes blazing with a white light far surpassing that of the sun.
"I misspoke before, and I'm afraid even God wouldn't want to see you. Well, be more careful in your next life!"
Magnetic field enhancement—
A powerful beam of light, comparable to the temperature at the core of the sun, instantly sliced through Homelander's neck. His head, now devoid of sunlight, froze on a look of terror, seemingly unable to believe that this was his end, and hesitantly slid slowly toward the ground.
The headless corpse spewed blood ten meters into the air, drenching Butcher's head and face behind Homelander.
"He's really dead..."
Butcher, now a normal person, stood up in disbelief. His expression showed no joy at getting revenge, but rather emptiness and bewilderment.
The ultimate goal I had strived for for eight years collapsed right in front of me, and the whole process felt like a dream.
Jordan didn't have time to be a life coach to a bearded old rogue, so he tossed him a fancy USB drive.
"Here are the experimental records of Vought Corporation over several decades using Compound V, including detailed failure case numbers. Do you want them?"
Butcher snapped back to reality. Although he'd lost the power to do whatever he wanted, he still wore that lawless, roguish grin.
"Give it to me!"
Although he's useless, the butcher who would rather die than not bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh has indeed returned!
In the world that Butcher could not see, F-boy habitually stepped forward and pulled a complete Homelander soul from the corpse.
Although it was a version of a blond, blue-eyed, sunny boy, his eyes still lacked vitality.
F-boy unleashed a "Document Shattering Fist," but Homelander's steel body failed to affect his soul. The scattered spiritual particles were caught up in the card in F-boy's hand.
[Fate card draw count +1.]
In an instant, golden light burst forth.
One-Punch Man world, Z-City.
A black hole portal collapsed and disappeared high in the sky. A figure dressed in black and gold battle armor appeared above the city.
Jordan glanced in the direction of the no-man's-land in Z-City, launched himself into the air with a violent sonic boom, and flew away at high speed like a black shadow.
"Wait a moment!"
He suddenly froze mid-air, defying the laws of physics. The continuous sonic booms caused by his acceleration came to an abrupt end.
"Now that everything has returned, it's time to change the American comic book style of superhero art!"
With a thought, the complex dark gold force field battle suit began to peel away layer by layer from the chest, turning into starlight-like fragments that disappeared in the wind.
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