Chapter 67 The Powerlessness of the Homelander
"Hello, Guardian, I am Faceless Man, and my superpower is changing identities."
Vought Tower.
Ashley called in another batch of Supes; these were all candidates for The Seven.
Before Lucas could speak, Homelander couldn’t help himself.
"Get out! You loose-sphinctered faggot, I don’t need a shitty hero who drops turds from his ass while fighting."
Ryan instinctively covered his ears, but it was already too late.
His biological father’s thunderous language had already polluted his eardrums.
Annie January pulled Ryan to her side and covered his ears.
"Homelander, there are children here!"
Homelander realized it belatedly and waved his hand helplessly.
This once again confirmed the accuracy of Lucas’s judgment.
Maeve sat on the side, holding her forehead, unable to even bear looking.
"Next."
Lucas waved his hand to signal.
Another Supe walked in from outside the door.
This time it was an Asian man, wearing a blindfold, with a soft facial structure; he looked like the quintessential nice guy.
"I am Blindspot, born blind, but I have Super Hearing."
Blindspot introduced himself confidently.
Then he turned to Guardian sitting in the center.
"You must be Guardian; your heartbeat is practically like an earthquake!"
Lucas nodded.
Blindspot then looked at Homelander.
Homelander looked impatient and shot a questioning glance at Ashley.
It was as if he were asking, "If you’re taking money to do a job, at least pick decent ones!"
Either they can’t hold their shit, or they’re blind; you dare to stuff anyone in here. Is The Seven a support group for the disabled?
"Alright, please perform your talent."
Lucas made the final decision.
Blindspot chose a long spike from the temporary weapon rack on the side.
He moved his body nimbly, and as he approached the dummy, he quickly threw the long spike in his hand, piercing the dummy’s skull.
The force and accuracy were both quite decent.
"Wow!"
Lucas led the applause.
This blind guy really had some skills.
Homelander looked incredulous, "You aren’t actually going to agree to let this blind guy join The Seven, are you?"
Blindspot stood stunned on the spot, unable to believe that such cold words came out of Homelander’s 37-degree mouth.
"What does it matter? The moment I saw this young man, I really appreciated him."
Lucas tapped the table, "He doesn’t have to join The Seven; he can be recruited into the Vought Supe Crime Investigation Division. We must utilize everything to its fullest potential, and put everyone to their best use!"
Homelander still wanted to object.
Lucas spoke directly, "I’ve said my piece. Who approves, and who objects?"
Guardian’s gaze swept across them one by one.
A-Train lowered his head like a quail.
Maeve did not participate in the vote, looking silently at the lines on her palm.
Starlight raised her hand halfway, indicating her support for her boyfriend.
Ashley looked at her toes, wondering if she should get a breast augmentation.
"Fine, fine, fine, you win."
Homelander crossed his arms and sulked.
After Blindspot was led away, the next Supe came out.
A fat man steaming all over, weighing over 200 kilograms at a rough glance.
666, why is there a glutton?
The fat man’s skin was bright red, as if he had just walked out of a sauna; with every step he took, a scorch mark was left on the floor beneath his feet.
"Hello! I am Hot Hero! My superpower is super high temperature; my body temperature can soar to 300 degrees!"
The fat man looked proud.
"This ability is okay, but do you have Super Jumping?"
Lucas asked, and suddenly everyone turned their gaze toward him.
"Oh right, I forgot, gluttons can’t jump."
"Can you breathe fire like Lamplighter?"
The fat man shook his head.
"Does your vision have Heat Vision?"
The fat man shook his head.
"Get out."
Lucas waved his hand.
Homelander: "..."
Maeve: "..."
Starlight: "..."
Homelander suddenly said, "I think instead of letting these losers come in and take up spots, it would be better to push my son Ryan up; The Seven is missing a teenage hero."
"Let’s wait until Ryan is a few years older."
Lucas chose to use the stalling tactic.
When Ryan could transform into a mental version of Henry Cavill’s Superman, he would be able to replace Homelander’s position.
...
The next one to come in was a tall, thin person wearing a green bodysuit, as if imitating The Deep.
With a... fish tank on his head?
Another fish-related one!
Homelander had already lost the courage to keep watching.
"I am Jellyfish Man; I can breathe underwater and control jellyfish!"
"Jellyfish?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow, "Only jellyfish?"
"Yes, any kind of jellyfish will listen to my command."
"Ashley, this is a talent; transfer him to the Vought Supe Crime Investigation Division."
Homelander: "What the fuck!!"
Lucas gave a reason.
"This guy can carry out assassination missions; some jellyfish are highly venomous and can make people die silently."
"Ashley!"
Homelander called out directly.
Ashley shrank her neck; she had developed a condition where she would instinctively have a stress response whenever she heard Homelander’s voice.
"Do you think my and Guardian’s time is worthless? What kind of sewer heroes are these losers? When you pick people, pick good ones for me!!"
Lucas waved his hand, "Alright, alright, no need to look at the rest. The quality of this batch is not good. If you brought me these kinds of people for karaoke, and I had to eat a fruit platter with them, I’d have to crack their skulls open!"
Jellyfish Man retreated with tears of gratitude.
At least he managed to land a high-paying job.
Ashley wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a tablet out of her bag.
"Guardian, actually, I have prepared a few highly recommended candidates, but they couldn’t make it today. I have their profiles here..."
She operated it precisely a few times, projecting the data from the tablet onto the big screen.
The legendary King of Stress Resistance displayed a high level of professionalism even at a time like this.
The screen lit up, displaying a file.
The photo showed a woman.
"This is Sister Sage; her superpower is Super Intelligence."
Homelander looked at the woman on the screen—slightly chubby, short, very average-looking, wearing dreadlocks—and her superpower was actually Super Intelligence.
Homelander couldn’t help but laugh.
He laughed in anger.
"Ashley, did a moron fuck your brain?"
Ashley clearly didn’t react in time.
"Sir, what did you just say?"
Homelander stood up, walked to the window, and panted heavily.
He felt as if he were among a group of apes, with a sense of powerlessness, unable to reach into other people’s brains.
"Sir, I didn’t explain clearly enough. According to Vought’s tests, her IQ exceeds the measurement range of existing scales. The upper limit for ordinary geniuses is around 200; she has completely surpassed ordinary geniuses. She is the next Einstein, sir!"
After Ashley finished speaking, Lucas couldn’t hold it in either and laughed like a pig.
The prize pool was still stacking.
Ashley became more anxious the more she explained.
"These are all real data. Her Super Intelligence is not only reflected in calculation and logic, but also includes super memory, pattern recognition ability, and even precise predictive ability."
"Alright, Ashley." Lucas interrupted her.
"Invite this Sage to come work at Vought; just say Homelander personally named her to come."
Although the Sister Sage not very goodlokking, her IQ was still quite formidable. She can be of some use.
Precise predictive ability? Lucas couldn’t hold it in, and let his teeth out to cool off again.