Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

"Starlight, I thought you were a true hero, but I never imagined you would do something like this—favoritism!"

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Homelander walked in with a scar on his face and a serious expression.

Compared to his previous tendency to act erratically at any time, he now appears much more rational and no longer exudes a dangerous aura.

……

For the past month, the people of the motherland have been lying in bed watching Starlight's speech countless times.

In her story, I was portrayed as having such a majestic figure and such a noble spirit.

Even if the people of the motherland know that it's all fake, fabricated by Starlight to deceive the public.

But gradually, he couldn't help but want to empathize with him, to take on the role of that "guardian".

He doesn't know when it started, but he felt that the kind of life depicted in stories wasn't bad either.

At least, it's much better than my own false and pathetic life.

The idea of ​​becoming a "real hero" began to take root wildly in his mind, rather than the "god" that Walter had promoted.

boom!

He slammed his fist on the bathroom glass, trying to banish the thought from his mind.

He's a citizen of his homeland; he can do whatever he wants. Why would he aspire to be a character in a story?

Is there really such emptiness inside me...?

The shattered glass broke into many pieces, and in each piece of the mirror, a different version of him appeared.

Some mocked him, saying he had become weak, while others despised his indecisiveness.

Some were angry, urging him to take revenge, while others roared, telling him to destroy this damned world.

There are also those who are crying, grieving, and lost.

He looked at his reflections in the mirrors and thought they were incredibly noisy, their expressions constantly shifting across his face, until…

In another mirror, a version of myself appeared, my face filled with kindness and determination.

His image is exactly as described in the story of Starlight—majestic and righteous.

In an instant, all the roars and cries were suppressed by this figure, who was full of divinity, justice, and compassion.

The man stared blankly at the figure, stunned for a long time.

When he came to his senses, all the figures in front of the shattered mirror had disappeared, leaving only his own battered self in the mirror.

The man turned his head, and in the ward, a smiling, righteous, and sunny figure was sitting there, handing him a glass of milk...

He took the milk and drank it all in one gulp.

…………

Inside the meeting room,

Morgan looked at Homerman, who had an air of righteous indignation, and she had a feeling that Homerman seemed to be getting sicker.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

Did I somehow enlighten the Homelander? Did I shake the water out of his brain?

How come he suddenly stopped being so manic and instead became more cheerful, more thoughtful, and even learned to occupy the moral high ground?

However, no matter what he becomes, he has to reclaim the moral high ground.

Morgan immediately retorted:

"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense. There's no nepotism involved. Daisy's abilities are obvious to everyone!"

"She is a beacon of humanity, a technological pioneer, and Iron Man, with a huge fan base."

"No one is more suitable for this position than her!"

Homelander shook his finger and said slowly:

"No, no, no, that's all the halo you gave her!"

The Seven-Man Team needs true heroes who can protect the world.

What will she use to protect the world, with her ridiculous toys?

"It wouldn't even take me ten seconds to tear that thing to shreds!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly turned cold. The seven-person team...

Upon seeing this, the locomotive quietly retreated behind its teammates.

"Are you back to cause trouble?"

"I'm here to measure your capacity for tolerance!"

"I want to see if you truly deserve the title of hero!!"

Homelander's eyes reddened as he stared at Morgan's unbelievably handsome face, his tone more serious than ever before.

"Let's have a real showdown, Starlight, just you and me..."

"Stop trying to be clever!"

New York, at the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean, on a rather large, deserted beach.

Morgan and Homelander stood facing each other.

Last time, it was only because Homelander was restrained that she managed to beat him half to death with her relentless attacks.

Now that his power has increased dramatically, Morgan is ready to use Homelander to test his strength.

On her opposite side, Homelander faced an enemy who could break his defenses.

He solemnly took out a pair of glasses and put them on, then wrapped several meters of metal around his waist.

What are you doing?

"Isn't this all learned from you?"

These sunglasses were specially made by the equipment department, and they even have top-of-the-line electrical protection wires.

"The former won't be affected by my heat vision and can also protect against your flash, while the latter can avoid some of your electric current."

"Starlight, don't think you're the only one who knows how to use equipment..."

Morgan: ...Oh no! Homelander, he's finally gotten a brain!

She never imagined that Homelander would one day use equipment designed to target her and wage war against her.

If it were her previous self, who only knew simple electrical attacks,

This situation was potentially fatal, but now she had learned a new secret technique...

As the eyes of the Homelander turned crimson in an instant, the battle officially began.

A crimson gaze shot out from his eyes and struck Morgan directly.

This probing attack was blocked by Morgan's gold and purple armor.

This armor was constructed from the energy shaping ability that Morgan gained when he broke through to a higher level of life.

With the interplay of electrical energy and arcane power, blocking the opponent's heat vision is not a problem.

Seeing this, Homelander cracked his neck and said calmly:

"You really do have a knack for constantly surprising me..."

"There's something even more surprising coming up!"

"Oh, I'll be waiting to see!"

He executed a standard inward-pointing ejection maneuver, flying over Morgan.

Homelander is indeed very fast, with a flight speed of at least Mach 3, and under bursts of speed, it can even reach Mach 5.

However, his reaction speed was clearly not keeping up, and his movements were stiff and straightforward.

In Morgan's eyes, with just a little attention and anticipation, dodging such attacks would be a piece of cake for her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Homelander's figure appeared as afterimages, constantly appearing around Morgan, swinging his fists and creating a sonic boom.

Morgan, however, was able to dodge all of his attacks with just a slight turn and somersault in mid-air.

Even at extremely high speeds, each of Homelander's strikes can generate hundreds of tons of force.

But if he couldn't hit Morgan, no matter how much force he used, it was useless. Instead, Morgan simply flicked her hand as he passed by.

The golden energy, like a leech, scratched small wounds all over his body.

Looking at the small cut on his body, Homelander let out an incredulous sound.

"No! This is impossible..."