Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Chapter 624 I am your father!

Azu watched John's obsequious manner silently, a nameless anger rising within him.

This good-for-nothing, the system actually made him transform him into a real hero?

How can someone who's completely hopeless and incapable of achieving anything gain global popularity?

"Snapped!"

Azu raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to John's face.

John was spun halfway around after being hit, covering his face and looking at Azu in terror, not daring to even breathe.

"Stand up straight!" Azu shouted sternly.

John shuddered in fright and instinctively straightened his back, standing against the wall like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

Dad... Dad?

John experienced a brief mental breakdown.

What nonsense is he spouting? Isn't his own father that old popsicle soldier boy?

This is almost an open secret.

Does this powerful "clone" have some kind of peculiar role-playing fetish? Does it enjoy playing these kinds of ethical games?

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He's not even as good as an ordinary person now, so how could he dare to argue back?

"Yes, yes, Father," John quickly replied with a smile, bowing and scraping. "I am your loyal son."

Looking at John's shifty eyes, Azu knew perfectly well what this good-for-nothing was thinking.

"Stop with your foolish ideas." He said sharply and coldly, "I said I am your father, that's a fact."

John didn't dare to argue, and could only force a smile and agree. But his expression clearly showed disbelief.

"Come here and look at me closely," Azu commanded. "Do you really think we're identical clones?"

John dared not disobey. He carefully circled around Azu, his gaze sweeping over Azu.

At first, due to extreme panic and the similar uniforms, he felt that the person in front of him was a mirror image.

But now that he has calmed down and looked closely, he noticed a clear difference.

The old man in front of me looks even younger.

That kind of youthfulness isn't something you can maintain; it's a vibrant energy that emanates from within.

His facial features were more defined and sculpted, exuding an imposing and authoritative aura, making him far more handsome than himself.

Strictly speaking, the two only look about 80% alike.

What John cared about even more was his physique.

His muscle definition was even more perfect, especially his pert buttocks that were perfectly curved under the tight-fitting clothes, which made John feel a strong sense of inferiority.

This is not the kind of gap a clone should have.

Could it be... that he really is?

No, no, no! John shook his head frantically in his mind.

That's impossible! My father was a soldier's son! That's an unchangeable fact!

Azu noticed the wavering and doubt in John's eyes, and pressed his advantage, saying, "I know what you're thinking, John."

Azu started walking and slowly strolled around John.

"Soldier boy, you think he's your father. Walter told you he's your father, and even that old bastard himself thinks he's your father."

John instinctively wanted to retort, but he swallowed the words back.

"Do you two look even slightly alike?" Ah Zu pressed on. "Whether it's your appearance, build, or temperament, do you and him share even the slightest resemblance as father and son?"

John fell silent.

He had compared his own photo with that of the soldier boy countless times in front of the mirror.

Objectively speaking, there is really no similarity whatsoever.

"Even putting aside appearances," Azu's voice deepened as he continued to entice. "You're a father too. You have a son, Ryan. Think back to how you treated Ryan, and then think about how that old bastard treated you. Have you ever seen a father treat his own flesh and blood like that?"

John's body jolted violently as memories of the past flooded back.

"Think about how he treated you. He despised you, mocked you, and treated you like a failure. When you needed his approval the most, he didn't hesitate to betray you, and even tried to kill you. Was that based on kinship? No, it was because he didn't care about you at all!"

John lowered his head, his fists clenched.

The image of the soldier boy's contemptuous and disgusted gaze flashed through his mind.

Yes, the soldier boy had helped him, but only for Storm. Even at the very end, he chose to leave him!

From beginning to end, the soldier boy never treated him like a son.

"Look at yourself again." Azu pointed at Ryan, who was lying unconscious in the corner. "Even if that little bastard just betrayed you and helped that outsider Butcher attack you, wouldn't you be willing to beat him up? This is how a father feels for his son. Has the soldier boy ever had this kind of feeling for you?"

John felt a pang of sadness.

Yes, no matter how much Ryan hurt him, he still loved his son.

The soldier boy felt only disgust and abandonment towards him.

Seeing John's expression of utter despair and utter disbelief, Ah Zu knew the time was right and decided to drop the final bombshell.

He stuck a finger into John's chest.

"If that's still not enough to convince you, then let's talk about the most basic thing... genes."

"You say you're the son of Soldier Boy, so why are your superpowers completely different from his?"

John was stunned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Azu pointed at Ryan and said, "Think about your son Ryan. He can fly, he has heat vision, and he has super speed. His abilities are a perfect inheritance from you."

"Look back at the soldier boy, can he fly? No! That old man can't even jump two meters high."

"If you really are his son, John, you shouldn't be wearing this cloak and calling yourself Homelander. You should be carrying a tattered shield and calling yourself Captain Homelander!"

These words struck John like a thunderbolt.

Flight, thermal vision, super speed.

All of this had nothing to do with the soldier boy.

On what grounds? On what grounds do you say he's the son of a soldier boy?

Ryan, however, perfectly inherited these abilities.

At this moment, all the logic seemed to be perfectly closed.

John was jolted awake, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment!

It turned out that the Walter Corporation had been lying to him all along.

The soldier boy was not his father at all; it was just a smokescreen that Walter threw out to cover up the truth.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who looked eight parts like him.

This all makes sense.

No wonder he felt a sense of awe and submission from the depths of his soul when he first saw this person.