The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

"A-Train?"

Homelander suddenly clapped his hands. That’s right! How could he have forgotten about him!

"Brother, I’m sorry. I was being narrow-minded this time!"

Homelander apologized repeatedly.

A-Train was indeed the best candidate. He had been kicked out of The Seven and was currently being sidelined, but even a discarded pawn could be put to maximum use.

If he just loosened his stance a little and said there was a chance for A-Train to return, wouldn’t A-Train work himself to death for him?

"That’s right, brother. A-Train is so suitable. We want to be the masterminds behind the scenes; we can outsource this kind of dirty, tiring work!"

"Even if A-Train isn’t available, there’s Shockwave!"

"Didn’t Shockwave boast about challenging A-Train’s position? He can do this job too. Once it’s done, we can just find a place to dump him in the ocean."

Facts proved that Guardian had a darker heart than Homelander.

Homelander raised an eyebrow. This reminded him of something.

"Don’t tell anyone about this," Homelander said in a low voice. "I only told you because I trust you."

"But you just tried to get me to do the dirty work. That’s very hurtful!" Lucas said with a forced smile.

"My mistake, brother. I can compensate you."

Homelander gestured for Lucas to make his conditions. He was Vought’s biggest draw; there was nothing he couldn’t do.

"Previously, Ashley promoted Supes to the top brass. The annual stability fund was hundreds of millions, right?"

"Yeah, a bundled contract for a second-tier superhero is at least 300 million a year."

Lucas squeezed Homelander’s shoulders with both hands, as if giving him a massage.

In reality, he was testing Homelander.

Homelander wasn’t used to being touched by others, but now, the other party felt no resistance.

"Very good. Since that’s the case, as a Supe in the top five for popularity in all of America, isn’t it a bit unreasonable for me to only get tens of millions a year?"

Homelander nodded. It was indeed unreasonable. Guardian’s annual salary should start at one billion.

"You and I will go ask for Edgar’s opinion together. With me speaking for you, there’s a high probability of success."

"No! No! No!"

Lucas shook his head. "What is my status, and what is his level? Do I still need to beg him? Wouldn’t that be like begging for food on my knees?"

Homelander looked confused.

"But... but only Edgar has the final say on salaries."

Lucas revealed his Omega Beams and used them to shave Homelander’s beard.

"I have this. Can I stand up and get the money?"

"Uh, I... I suppose so."

Homelander couldn’t understand why Lucas wasn’t afraid of Edgar, or even looked down on the boss of Vought who held the power of life and death over everyone.

"Don’t be vague, Homelander. You are the god of Vought, and in the future, you will be the god of all the people in America. Hesitating doesn’t look like a man!"

Lucas punched Homelander.

This blow only made Homelander turn slightly, but it activated the ambition deep in his heart.

"I... am a god?"

"Yes, look at our power. We can fly, we have Heat Vision, we can evaporate an entire ocean. Does God have power like this?"

"Hey, don’t say that, don’t say that. How could we compare ourselves to God!"

Homelander looked around and quickly covered Lucas’s mouth.

"You’re just too timid. How many divisions does God have?"

"Don’t... don’t be like this. I’ll go apply for you, okay!" Homelander was truly scared.

America was a religious country. If people found out that he and Guardian were slandering God here, he guessed all of America wouldn’t forgive them.

"Good job. Don’t lose face. Go and have a showdown with Edgar!"

Seeing his goal achieved, Lucas offered encouragement.

The panel flickered wildly.

[Key Character · Homelander — Emotional Climax: Trust (Extremely High), Ambition, Desire for Control, Dependency]

[Evolution Points Gained: +3,456]

...

[Hidden Achievement Unlocked: The Mastermind — Successfully guided a key character to make a decision that changes the landscape of the world]

[Bonus Reward: Evolution Points × 5,000]

...

Current Evolution Points: 72,659 / 250,000

Oh, ho!

"That’s how it is. I’ll go find Edgar tomorrow, and you go talk to A-Train, how about that?"

"Fine."

Homelander’s suggestion was exactly what Lucas wanted. He also didn’t know if A-Train knew he was wrong yet.

Homelander left.

...

Lucas truly felt that Homelander was actually quite easy to get along with. His lifestyle was quite good; he didn’t mess around. It was just that eight years ago, he forced O.I. Hero’s wife.

He never smoked, didn’t do weed, and didn’t do drugs. Compared to other Supes, he was practically a living saint.

He only occasionally killed a capitalist or a politician.

Yeah, Homelander was a sunny, cheerful good boy!

That’s right!

That’s how it was!

The bedroom door opened.

Starlight poked half her head out.

"He left?"

"He left."

"What you guys were talking about just now, I think I heard some of it... He actually wants to inject compound v into terrorists just to push a bill?"

Starlight’s expression was a bit nervous.

"And you actually said ’How many divisions does God have’ just now?"

"You’re committing blasphemy. You damn heretic!"

Lucas looked fearful.

"Oh? God doesn’t allow premarital relations. Does this lady’s wild God know about this?"

Starlight bit her lower lip, reached out a finger to hook Lucas’s belt, and dragged him toward the bedroom.

The more the dark side of Lucas was revealed, the easier it was for Starlight to fall into it and be unable to struggle free.

She knew doing this was wrong, but she just couldn’t hate the other person.

"Want it?"

Annie deliberately showed a weak expression, but pulled her shirt up.

How long does it take for a human to undress?

Lucas’s answer was 0.03 seconds.

"But... we have to talk first..."

Starlight pressed Lucas down, slamming him against the wall. A crack appeared on the white wall behind him.

The roughhousing between Supes was truly jaw-dropping for ordinary people.

"This isn’t right. We are all superheroes; we should do good deeds for the public."

Lucas’s eyes kept darting downward.

Is this how you do good deeds?

"This matter is definitely wrong, but do you think we can stop Homelander, this number one superhero in America?" Lucas pinned her hands back, and Annie was slammed against the wall.

This kind of force felt no different from a light touch to her.

"Mmm-hmm!"

"You are Guardian. He treats you as a friend; he will listen to your words." Annie turned her head.

"Is that so? That’s not necessarily true. Homelander has his own ideas; he won’t be easily persuaded by others. I can only go along with his actions and minimize the damage to innocent civilians."

Lucas’s waist was exceptionally strong today.

"Mmm-hmm?"

"I only heard you giving him advice and even dragging A-Train into it. That guy, although he made a mistake, shouldn’t become a... a dark tool."

Annie glanced at Lucas. The other party was obviously doing it on purpose, not wanting her to finish her sentence.

"The reason for choosing A-Train is because he still has some sense of propriety, and his being kicked out of The Seven is only temporary." Lucas said.

"Mmm-hmm!! What does this mean?"

"It means that everything else can be fake, but my affection for you is real. You just need to remember this point!"

Lucas’s shirt ripped.