Homelander: New Legacy

[185] : The Artist and Fan Creations

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Although Roger's Superman-like powers had not fully returned yet—his invulnerability had not completely recovered—he had made some progress.

Roger had tested this before; while an ordinary fruit knife or sharp object could no longer pierce his skin, something particularly hard and resilient might still manage it if he exerted a bit of force.

He wasn't sure if this was due to the real world suppressing comic book powers or because he was still recovering from being struck by the Omega Beams.

Either way, his current abilities were far from Superman's level. He wasn't even as strong as Homelander but rather a pathetic version of a "superpowered being."

However, as his strength grew daily, Roger didn't worry too much.

Even in this weakened state, his hearing and vision far exceeded that of normal humans. Sitting in a noisy and bustling hotpot restaurant, Roger could hear the faint cries and arguments from a distance.

Roger could have chosen to ignore it, but he wasn't a cold, heartless person.

Call him foolish or meddlesome, but Roger believed that having this kind of power meant he should use it to make a difference.

So, he excused himself from the table and walked toward the source of the commotion.

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"Is it here?"

Descending a staircase and exiting the side door of the hotpot restaurant, Roger donned his mask and entered a nearby alleyway.

The sounds of arguing and crying came from this very spot.

"Luna, trust me, just this one last time! I promise, I'll win big money, and then we'll be rich!"

"You say that every time! Just look at yourself now!"

The girl, Luna, sobbed as she shouted, "Go away! I never want to see you again!"

"I'm your brother!!!"

"I don't have a brother like you! Get lost!!"

As Roger approached, the argument escalated. The man demanding money had a dangerously fast heartbeat, and Roger's X-ray vision revealed a fruit knife hidden in the man's pocket.

Judging by his state, the man was very likely to pull the knife.

Sure enough, when the girl refused to give him money, the man pulled out the fruit knife and pointed it at her.

"Hand it over now! Or... or I'll kill you!"

The girl froze, unable to believe her own brother would threaten her with a knife. Though visibly terrified, she clung tightly to her bag, refusing to back down.

The man's eyes turned bloodshot, his violent impulses reaching their peak. With a shout, he lunged at the girl with the knife.

"You forced me to do this!!!"

Smack!

Just as the knife was about to pierce the girl, Roger emerged from the shadows and grabbed the man's wrist.

"So, you really intended to commit a crime.... Miss, don't worry; I've recorded everything. Let's head to the police station."

"Wha—?"

Both the girl and the man were stunned by Roger's sudden appearance.

But the man, blinded by his desire for money, roared, "Who the hell are you?! Mind your damn business, or I'll—OW OW OW! LET GO!!"