The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

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Homelander left with Ryan, a satisfied smile on his face.

The start might not have been perfect—he was ignored the entire time—but the result... He had earned Ryan’s respect!

Ryan was equally satisfied.

Like a fanatic clutching the Holy Grail, he gripped his new phone tightly.

Lucas leaned against the doorframe, watching the father and son fly away.

In these few short minutes, the phone in his pocket had already vibrated several times.

He opened it to see it was full of combo codes sent by Ryan. This kid got a new phone and didn’t send a single message to his dad, sending them all to him instead!

If Homelander found out, would his heart break?

Hehe!

It was foreseeable that Homelander would go days without receiving a message from Ryan, then check his son’s phone only to find the chat history filled with Guardian.

That scene would definitely be spectacular!

Night fell.

The neon lights of Manhattan flickered.

Lucas took Annie January to a rooftop restaurant for a fancy meal.

A romantic candlelight dinner.

Annie January’s review was that the service was just right, the food had rich layers of flavor, and the wine had a hint of olive fragrance.

Lucas’s review was simple: not enough to eat, ridiculously expensive, and the waiter was incredibly pretentious!

But he didn’t mind the money; it didn’t matter as long as he was spoiling his girlfriend.

When they returned to the apartment, Annie January’s cheeks were flushed with a charming rosy glow from the slight intoxication.

The natural Annie January was simply the peak of white beauty.

She kicked off her shoes, hugged Lucas’s waist tightly from behind, and pressed her cheek against his broad lats, like a pendant.

"Lucas... sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream."

Annie January was as gentle as water, sniffing the man’s scent, her expression full of attachment. "I don’t have to pretend to be weak in front of you. I can truly be myself, and I can freely choose to do what I believe is right."

"I have fantasized about my future life countless times, but I never dared to imagine it as perfect as it is now."

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[Starlight — Emotional Change: Extremely happy, overflowing with a sense of security, infinite longing for the future]

[Evolution Points Gained: +8,560]

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Lucas turned around and swept Annie January up into his arms.

The mood was set; time to do what they needed to do!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Fuck!"

Lucas cursed inwardly.

Why did someone always choose this exact moment to ruin his fun?

The knocking was heavy.

Lucas put Annie January down, walked over, and pulled the door open.

"What the f—"

Before he could finish, he was hit by a wave of alcohol fumes.

Standing at the door was none other than Queen Maeve.

She wasn’t wearing her costume today, but rather a nice-quality black silk slip dress, with a long trench coat draped tightly over it.

"Oh, Maeve is here?"

Lucas’s irritation grew.

The Queen’s look today was a bit too domineering!

Her messy wine-red hair fell over her delicate collarbones, and her cold, fair skin seemed to glow.

The mature woman’s state was off, too; her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks flushed, and she radiated an incredibly aggressive allure.

"Who were you thinking of?"

Before Lucas could speak.

Maeve suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Lucas’s collar tightly.

She stood on her tiptoes, took a swig of alcohol, and kissed him fiercely!

Lucas realized then that the Queen was holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Mmph!"

But it was already too late.

Queen Maeve’s tongue was possessive, forcing all the alcohol into Lucas’s mouth while taking everything from the man.

Annie January, standing in the living room, was completely stunned.

Where was she? What was happening?

After a brief moment of shock, Annie January’s anger erupted like a volcano.

"Let go... let go of your mouth!!"

This bitch!! To dare kiss her man in front of her, on what she considered the most perfect night!!!

The buffs are stacking up!

If I don’t roast you into a kebab today, I might as well have been drilled for nothing!!

Annie January’s eyes instantly lit up with blinding golden light, the ceiling lights flickered wildly, emitting a "buzzing" electrical sound.

She raised her hands abruptly, a high-energy light cannon already condensing in her palms, ready to blast.

Maeve finally released him reluctantly, her lips looking red and dripping from the rush of blood.

"Honestly, feeding me alcohol? What were you thinking? You should have fed me cola!!"

Lucas was a bit dissatisfied.

Maeve pushed him away, her chest heaving, and wiped the alcohol stain from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

She showed no guilt at being caught, instead raising an eyebrow.

"Oh! So the little blonde is here too! Guardian really likes blonde chicks!!"

Maeve strode over, her trench coat sliding down to her elbows, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

She actively hugged the glowing Annie January. "You know, baby, you are truly lucky to the extreme! Come on, you have a go too, baby Annie!"

As she said this, Maeve’s alcohol-scented red lips went straight for Annie January without hesitation!

"Fuck off!!"

One second Starlight was murderous, the next, she was terrified by this hardcore lesbian assault.

The light cannon in her palms was forcibly held back, and she even backed away in resistance.

Lucas was speechless.

It was a good thing this was Queen Maeve, who had been intimate with him several times; otherwise, if anyone else dared to tease Annie January, Lucas would have punched them into a blood mist.

He grabbed the back of the Queen’s trench coat with one hand and dragged her back like a cat.

"How did you drink yourself into such a mess? Didn’t you decide to quit drinking?"

Maeve broke free, stumbled over to the sofa, and sat down imposingly; someone who didn’t know better would think it was her house.

"This place of yours... is a bit plain!"

Queen Maeve squinted and scanned the room, saying the exact same line as Homelander.

Lucas’s eyelid twitched.

When Edgar gave him this luxury Midtown apartment for free, he thought Vought was being very generous.

Yet Homelander and Maeve’s first reaction was that it was plain. Did The Seven usually live such extravagant lives?

"Why didn’t you come to me?"

Maeve tilted her head up, staring into Lucas’s eyes, her usual cold gaze filled with vulnerability and grievance.

"Since we got back from the island, you haven’t come to see me for days!"

If you want to hook up, just say so!

Who asks that at someone else’s place, and in front of their girlfriend!!

Lucas slapped his forehead.

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[Queen Maeve — Emotional Change: Insecurity, extreme longing, grievance, loss of control]

[Evolution Points Gained: +14,500]

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Hearing this, the anger that Annie January had just calmed down surged again, and she shot a murderous look at Lucas.

Guardian was great in every way—invincible strength, a heart of justice... he had plenty of virtues, but this philandering, lecherous personality was simply hopeless!

She had been turning a blind eye to things outside, not caring about what happened.

But now the mistress had come to their home!!

What did this mean?

"I really was busy and forgot, damn it!"

Lucas muttered under his breath.

"Bullshit! Your dick can stay hard all day, and you say you were too busy to remember?"

Maeve kicked off her shoes and stared straight at him, her language system completely broken by alcohol.

"You don’t have to use protection today. Do me hard twice, ravage me, tear me apart, it doesn’t matter. Only when I’m completely lost in passion can I stop seeing the faces of those kids every time I close my eyes!"

Lucas finally understood why the Queen was suddenly acting crazy.

So it was PTSD!

That was no surprise.

The Queen’s moral compass in this regard was still within standard limits; in the original show, because she didn’t save the two kids on the plane, she ended up turning against Homelander.

And in the end, she was able to jump down holding Soldier Boy.

Annie January’s original fury and jealousy were momentarily stalled after hearing Maeve’s reason.

So that was it!

"Maeve, you’re drunk; tonight isn’t the right time!"

Annie January resisted the urge to blast Maeve away and tried to persuade her as calmly as possible.

The current girlfriend advising the mistress to come back another day.

This scene was absolutely surreal.