Marvel : Mutant God

The three newly-empowered superhumans who had acquired their abilities just days ago all hailed from a small Middle Eastern nation.

It was Richard who had orchestrated their transformation.

Though he didn't know them personally, the Compound V they'd received had been delivered by A-Train.

This connection explained how Richard knew precisely when they would attempt to smuggle themselves into the United States.

When the truck driver spotted Homelander standing in the middle of the road, he immediately slammed on the brakes.

The man occupying the passenger seat instinctively reached for the pistol holstered at his waist.

While they couldn't determine why Homelander had appeared at this location, they understood with absolute certainty that the immigrants hidden in their cargo container wouldn't escape Homelander's enhanced perception.

As the truck halted, Homelander flew effortlessly to position himself before the vehicle.

"Exit the vehicle and kneel with your hands on your heads!" Homelander commanded.

With Vought's camera crew filming nearby, Homelander maintained a controlled, almost pleasant expression rather than immediately neutralizing the traffickers.

Hearing Homelander's directive, the driver exchanged a meaningful glance with his companion.

They proceeded to open their doors, exit the vehicle, and kneel with hands placed atop their heads as instructed.

Though both men carried firearms, they recognized the futility of weapons against someone of Homelander's capabilities.

As the traffickers assumed their submissive positions, Homelander nodded with a self-satisfied smile and approached the container doors.

Before he could open them, however, police sirens wailed in the distance.

Hearing the approaching authorities, Homelander's expression darkened with irritation.

While the NYPD lacked capabilities to apprehend superhuman criminals, they weren't entirely ineffective.

If Vought's crime analysis division could identify illegal immigrant smuggling operations, the NYPD's intelligence units certainly could as well.

The billions allocated to the NYPD's annual budget weren't completely wasted.

Just as Homelander's attention diverted toward the approaching sirens, the container doors exploded outward with tremendous force.

The detached metal door struck Homelander squarely, immediately recapturing his attention.

Had an ordinary person absorbed such impact, they would have suffered severe injuries and likely lost consciousness.

For Homelander, however, the collision registered as inconsequential—no more threatening than a lover's gentle caress.

Though physically unharmed, Homelander's expression transformed into one of profound displeasure.

Had the camera crew not been present, he would have instantly deployed his heat vision, eliminating every occupant of the container without hesitation.

While Homelander struggled to contain his mounting rage, three figures lunged from the container's darkened interior, attacking him with the ferocity of wild predators.

These assailants were the three superhumans who had recently acquired powers through Compound V.

Already seething with anger, Homelander reacted instinctively upon seeing the advancing superhumans. Without hesitation, he activated his heat vision.

The crimson, laser-like beams struck the centrally positioned superhuman, violently propelling him backward into the container's interior.

As Homelander prepared to redirect his attention toward the remaining attackers, they converged upon him with savage intensity.

The attacker approaching from Homelander's left had transformed his hands into bestial claws, which he used to grip Homelander's neck and left arm.

On his right advanced a superhuman whose skin had turned completely obsidian, evidently possessing enhanced durability and strength.

Unlike his claw-wielding counterpart, this ebony-skinned adversary didn't attempt to restrain Homelander. Instead, he delivered a devastating punch directly to Homelander's head.

BANG!

The metallic fist connected with Homelander's skull, producing a resonant impact sound.

Though these newly-created superhumans didn't recognize their opponent's identity, they quickly understood one crucial fact: they had provoked his unbridled fury.

The full-force punch failed to damage Homelander's head but succeeded in shattering the last remnants of his self-control.

"YOU ALL MUST DIE!" Homelander roared.

His right arm moved with lightning speed, striking the clawed superhuman with the force of an artillery shell.

THUD!

Though both were superhumans, the clawed attacker evidently lacked enhanced durability.

One strike was sufficient.

Homelander's fist effortlessly penetrated the attacker's chest cavity, extinguishing his life instantly.

After eliminating this first threat, Homelander casually discarded the corpse with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

He then pivoted toward the second attacker on his right, his eyes immediately projecting crimson energy beams.

BOOM!

The obsidian-skinned superhuman wasn't bisected by the heat vision as might have been expected. Instead, the impact launched him backward as a single intact unit.

Observing that his heat vision had failed to terminate this opponent, Homelander didn't hesitate. He flew toward his adversary with blinding speed and unleashed a barrage of punches.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The superhuman who had been propelled backward by the heat vision found himself immediately pinned to the ground beneath Homelander's onslaught. He desperately raised his arms to shield his head while his reinforced body absorbed Homelander's relentless assault.

Though possessing durability far exceeding human limitations, this superhuman had clearly overestimated his resilience.

His ability wasn't true invulnerability but rather a dermal hardening that approximated steel-like properties.

Even if his entire body had transformed completely into actual steel, it would have proven insufficient against Homelander's unleashed fury.

Within less than a minute, Homelander had reduced his opponent to an unrecognizable pulp.

After beating the obsidian superhuman to death, Homelander's rage partially subsided.

Surveying the black, paste-like remains before him, Homelander suddenly remembered the camera crew filming nearby.

Damn it!

Internally cursing, Homelander rose to his feet, intending to handle the final superhuman in a less graphically violent manner more suitable for public consumption.

However, the superhuman who had been blasted back into the container by Homelander's initial heat vision attack had different plans.

As Homelander stood, the container exploded with a deafening roar. Flames erupted skyward while the concussive blast echoed through several surrounding blocks.

The explosion's source was unmistakably the superhuman within the container.

While a detonation of this magnitude posed no lethal threat to Homelander, it was more than sufficient to kill everyone else inside the container.

When the flames and shockwave dissipated, Homelander stood amid the devastated street, his expression contorted with displeasure.

It's over.

Completely ruined.

Homelander felt no concern for the immigrants killed in the explosion. His sole preoccupation was whether Richard would assign him another mission after this catastrophic failure.

After briefly surveying the devastation surrounding him and noting the approaching NYPD officers, Homelander silently launched himself skyward, flying toward the Seven Tower.

Seven Tower. Conference room, 99th floor.

Richard stood before the room's massive window wall, awaiting Homelander's return.

Though physically absent from the pier, he had monitored the entire situation through his telepathic abilities.

The superhumans' counterattack, Homelander's violent response, and the final self-detonation—nothing had escaped his perception.

Shortly thereafter, Homelander returned from Queens and silently approached Richard from behind.

"Mission failed?" Richard inquired without turning around.

"There was a... complication," Homelander responded immediately. "Three superhumans were hidden among the immigrants. I neutralized two, but the last one self-detonated, killing all remaining occupants of the container."

"That wasn't a complication. It was carelessness," Richard stated, turning to face Homelander.

"With your abilities, you could have subdued these three enhanced individuals without significant collateral damage. Instead, you allowed anger to cloud your judgment, resulting in this outcome."

Though Homelander was fundamentally flawed as a person, Richard had to acknowledge that he had been uncharacteristically compliant recently.

This improved behavior had factored into Richard's decision to entrust him with this assignment.

Unfortunately, Homelander had still managed to disappoint him.

The original plan had been to use this smuggling incident to demonstrate to the American public that other nations possessed superhumans with hostile intentions toward the United States. This would introduce the concept of "super villains" into the public consciousness.

However, Homelander's unrestrained violence had necessitated revisions to this strategy.

"You're right—I was careless," Homelander admitted quickly.

"I accept full responsibility for what happened."

While acknowledging mistakes wasn't typically Homelander's style, his approach varied significantly depending on who stood before him.

Facing Edgar, he would never admit fault, at most permitting Edgar to manage the public relations fallout to preserve his approval ratings.

Unfortunately for Homelander, he now faced Richard—someone vastly more powerful than himself.

"You absolutely will bear responsibility for today's events," Richard confirmed.

"The specific nature of that accountability will be determined once I've reached a decision."

"You're dismissed."

Homelander offered no further comment. He simply nodded, turned, and exited the conference room.

As Homelander departed, Richard shook his head in resignation.

The mud cannot hold up the wall!

Richard sighed internally.

Homelander's recent compliance had led Richard to consider leaving him as Starlight's lieutenant after his eventual departure from this world.

After all, Homelander remained the most powerful superhuman in this reality besides Richard himself.

With Homelander supporting Starlight, she could solidify her position as the Seven's captain indefinitely.

It now appeared, however, that Homelander's profound emotional immaturity made him unsuitable for this role.

Even if Richard left Starlight contingency plans for managing Homelander, or implanted telepathic suggestions compelling Homelander to obey her directives, his inherent instability remained problematic.

Better to eliminate him before returning to the Marvel Universe!

After careful consideration, Richard decided Homelander's execution was the most prudent course.

Homelander would never suspect that Richard had so casually determined his fate.

Even if he somehow divined Richard's intentions, he lacked any meaningful recourse.

Unless he could somehow match Richard's power level—an impossibility.

After finalizing his future plans in the conference room, Richard teleported back to his luxury apartment on the 96th floor.

Upon materializing in the apartment's living room, he was immediately approached by Starlight, who had been seated on the sofa.

"Did something go wrong with Homelander's mission today?" she asked softly.

Though unable to hear the conversation between Richard and Homelander in the conference room, she could read Richard's displeased expression clearly.

"There were complications. All the immigrants died," Richard stated simply.

"All of them?" Starlight's eyes widened with surprise.

As a natural-born American citizen, she didn't particularly welcome illegal immigrants.

However, her disapproval didn't extend to believing they deserved death.

In her view, the appropriate response was legal detention followed by deportation according to established protocols.

"Yes, all dead," Richard confirmed.

"Let's not dwell on it. Tomorrow a new member named Stormfront will join the team, replacing Translucent."

"You, Queen Maeve, and Stormfront will participate in a joint interview tomorrow, so prepare accordingly."

"Alright," Starlight nodded.

Though she'd never heard of Stormfront or knew anything about their powers, she harbored no objections to this new addition.

Whoever Stormfront might be, Starlight reasoned they would certainly represent an improvement over the voyeuristic Translucent.

As a woman, she maintained a natural aversion to such perversions.

...

The following day. 2:00 PM. Conference room, 99th floor.

Ashley, dressed in a tailored white suit, escorted Stormfront into the conference room. Though appearing only in her thirties, Stormfront was actually in her seventies.

Upon arrival, Stormfront greeted Richard and the other six members with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Good afternoon, everyone! I'm Stormfront, and I'm absolutely thrilled to join the Seven and become part of the team!"

"I hope you've all had lunch. I noticed the cafeteria prepared exceptional apple pie today."

"I brought some with me—anyone interested?"

As she spoke, Stormfront placed her backpack on the conference table, beginning to unzip it to retrieve the pastries.

"This is a conference room, not a cafeteria. Sit down," Richard instructed curtly.

He recognized Stormfront as an ambitious Nazi with formidable abilities, yet he regarded her with complete indifference.

While Stormfront might outclass Starlight or Queen Maeve, Richard considered her abilities unimpressive and her vulnerabilities obvious.

Compared to ordinary humans, Stormfront's durability was certainly remarkable—sufficient even to withstand Homelander's heat vision.

However, this resilience stemmed more from Homelander's limitations than Stormfront's exceptional toughness.

If her defenses were truly as impenetrable as she believed, she wouldn't have been crippled by Ryan's heat vision in the storyline Richard recalled.

Upon hearing Richard's directive, Stormfront didn't immediately comply.

"If you don't want any, that's fine," she remarked casually. "No need for such seriousness."

She began walking toward the seat previously occupied by Translucent.

She had taken only a few steps when she suddenly felt an overwhelming gravitational force.

THUD!

Gravity Control!

Richard had activated his ability to manipulate gravitational fields, targeting Stormfront specifically. Using her as the epicenter, he increased gravity within a two-meter diameter by several hundred times.

The instantaneous gravitational surge prevented Stormfront from taking any defensive action. She collapsed to the floor, her face contorted with involuntary pain.

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