Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

This gathering was not out of fear, nor was it entirely due to coercion.

Rather, it stems from the deepest, most uncontrollable desire—the desire to be stronger, the desire for immortality, the desire to break free from the shackles of the mortal body.

Morgan doesn't need to force anyone to pledge allegiance.

The entire Earth will naturally unite under her banner.

Become part of her future blueprint to dominate the universe...

……

"What's wrong? Why is our student council president smiling so happily?"

Daisy's words pulled Morgan back from his fantasy of ruling the universe.

"Ugh, I almost became the king of the universe, and you woke me up with just one sentence! How are you going to make it up to me?!"

"Really? Then I really have to make it up to you..."

Amidst the enthusiastic gazes of everyone in the association, Morgan was led away by Daisy...

……

Morgan's neighborhood in New York.

Homelander's villa, after a day of inspection, saw him once again land on his own balcony.

Little Ryan rushed to greet him immediately. Compared to Butcher in the house, he preferred Homelander, his biological father.

At this moment, perhaps healed by family, the warm side of the people of the motherland is becoming more and more apparent.

He poured all his love into Ryan without reservation.

Today is the day they agreed to play baseball together.

The setting sun bathed the training ground in a warm golden hue, and the evening breeze carried the faint scent of grass, ruffling the golden hair on the foreheads of the volunteers.

At this moment, the Homelander was not wearing the battle armor that symbolized majesty and power.

Wearing only a simple gray tracksuit, he lost some of his usual cold and aloof demeanor and gained a touch of gentle warmth.

Ryan gripped the baseball bat tightly, his little hand exerting a slight force, his eyes revealing the tension and anticipation of a child.

He looked up at the man before him, the superhero who was all-powerful and high above the world, but at this moment he was just patiently bending down and gently adjusting the way he held the bat.

"Relax your fingers a little more, don't use too much force."

The voice of the man from the motherland was extremely soft, with a gentleness he had never shown before.

A large hand covered Ryan's small hand, guiding him to slowly swing the bat.

"Watch where the ball is coming from, and follow it, just like...following the light."

Homelander tossed a baseball into the air with a gentle motion, the ball tracing an arc in the air.

Ryan took a deep breath and swung the bat following his father's instructions—

A loud "bang!" echoed across the lawn.

The baseball was hit by Ryan and sent flying thousands of meters, crashing into the stone barrier at the end of the lawn.

Upon seeing this, Ryan's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile; his abilities were beginning to awaken!

In this world teeming with superpowers, young Ryan is not afraid of this; instead, he is delighted to have inherited his father's power.

The people of the motherland were also overjoyed to see this, after all, what father wouldn't want to pass on his glory to his son?

"Very good, that's it."

Homelander smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration. Even when he was six years old and endured countless hardships in the laboratory, he could not have done what Homelander had done.

Everything that happened to Ryan was thanks to Morgan; the super-powered candy that Morgan gave Ryan was indeed remarkably effective.

This candy brought out all of Ryan's abilities, giving him extraordinary strength at a young age.

Homelander smiled as he watched Ryan excitedly jumping up and down.

That smile was clean and genuine, without the slightest affectation; it was the tenderness one would only show to one's own son.

Homelander picked up the ball again, his movements relaxed and casual, and tossed it steadily once more, keeping pace with Ryan's rhythm, unhurried and composed.

"Bang!"

Another sonic boom rang out as Ryan struck the baseball once more, sending it flying extremely far away.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Ryan swung the bat again and again, gradually becoming more skilled, his laughter echoing across the empty practice field.

Homelander then began to use his abilities, throwing out sonic balls one after another, which Ryan deflected one by one.

Then he received it again and again, and sonic booms echoed continuously across the lawn.

Fortunately, the baseball bats and baseballs were specially made, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to withstand their blows.

The father and son spent several hours alone together, as the setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, casting long shadows of the two men close together.

Ryan was covered in a fine layer of sweat, but he remained enthusiastic.

Homelander stood beside him, his gaze fixed on his son, gentle and focused, with a quiet tenderness.

At this moment, he was not a nationalist revered by thousands, nor a superhero wielding power.

He was just Ryan's father...

……

Watching their heartwarming scene, Butcher felt a pang of unease. How could Homelander, that bastard, have such a happy family!

Ugh, damn it, I feel so awful! All of this should have been mine, if only Recca hadn't been…

His own child must be about Ryan's age by now, right? His face was grim, and the green on his head seemed to deepen.

The moment Homelander pushed open the door, Butcher roared at him:

"Fuck! Get out of here with your brat and don't bother me and Becca again!"

But Homelander was not angry when he heard this. He just smiled at him and shook a finger.

"No, no, no, this is my home, and you, my friend, you are the one who came here."

Seeing the victorious expression on Homelander's face, Butcher's expression darkened even further.

He turned to look at his wife, and said to her with expectation:

"Becca, let's go. If you miss Ryan, I can bring you to see him anytime..."

I promise!"

Becca shook her head at her husband's request.

"I'm sorry, Butcher, I don't want to leave Ryan. I think we can't go back..."

What?!

Becca's words struck Butcher's heart like a bolt of lightning.

We can't go back...

There's no going back...

After much difficulty, she mustered up the courage to leave with Becca, but unexpectedly received this reply.

"No!……"

At that moment, Butcher's world turned completely dark. Her eyes filled with tears, and she felt completely out of place in this family.

He turned around, crashed through the wall, and ran outside. At that moment, he felt like a clown.

"Butcher..."

……

After running five miles, Butcher finally calmed down, and his gaze once again turned to the small house in the distance.

He could almost see the warm scene of the three people in the cottage, as if they were a family of three.

Damn!

Homelander, I will destroy you!

I need a helper, a helper who can kill that bastard Homelander!

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the decoration of a villa; it was a poster.

The figure above is—a soldier boy…