Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

They were still talking about "villains," so how did they suddenly start talking about his own background?

After a brief moment of surprise, Vogelbaum came to his senses and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After all, compared to the truth of Project Omega, the seriousness of this matter is insignificant.

At least he was still complaining, instead of yelling at him with laser-like eyes, "Are you trying to create someone who can kill me?"

There is still room for maneuver.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

The first person that came to mind was the soldier boy.

This is the only person directly related to Homelander's origins. When the Odyssey Project was being carried out, the team he led combined the genes of Soldier Boy with the new generation of Compound V. After countless bloody failures, they finally managed to cultivate this superhuman with almost perfect abilities.

The question is, how would the Homelanders know that the soldier boy was abducted by the Russians on the battlefield many years ago?

Madeline would never reveal this on her own initiative; that would be asking for trouble. As for Edgar, there's no need to even think about it.

But Vogbaum had no time to think, because Homelander's deep blue eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his answer.

It is conceivable that if he hears anything that displeases him, a deadly laser could be unleashed at any moment.

"Listen, John."

Vogelbaum gestured for him to calm down with his hands, and carefully considered his words, "Strictly speaking, you and your father are only related by blood."

He never raised you, nor did he ever visit you. It may sound cruel to say this, but he never treated you as his own child.

"I've been taking care of you all along."

"Liar!"

"That's your fault!" Homelander's eyes instantly turned red, his calmed emotions surging to the brink of explosion, the veins beside his brow throbbing. "You've just repeated what you did to my father on me!"

Vogelbaum was speechless. He couldn't deny it. After the Homelander's emotions had calmed down, he continued to slowly tell the truth: "We thought your father was dead and had been captured by those Russians."

"A Russian?" Homelander was taken aback, frowned, and decided to let him finish speaking.

"Yes, he was captured by the Russians and taken somewhere unknown. We thought he was long dead."

"There is no evidence that he is still alive, and even if he were, we wouldn't have the ability to rescue him. Walter wouldn't waste resources to save someone whose fate is unknown, especially since our relationship with Russia was very sensitive at that time."

The people of the motherland were skeptical.

But his mind drifted to the arms race between the United States and the Soviet Union in the last century. He realized that the reason his father hadn't come to see him all these years was because he had been captured by the Russians.

Although for some reason, this story sounds strangely familiar.

After some thought, the homelander assumed that Vogbaum had deliberately concealed the details and stopped thinking about it.

He recalled every word Rean had said to him, comparing it with what Vogbaum had said, and constantly filled in the blanks in his mind.

The final conclusion was reached.

It's true, he really is a mixed-race person, and he is indeed Rean's son.

Everything matches up.

All doubts were dispelled at that moment.

"No, he's not dead. On the contrary, he's alive and well!"

Vogelbaum looked at him in surprise, wondering where Homelander had gotten the information. Had the soldier boy escaped from Russia?

But how is that possible?

If the soldier boy escaped from Russia, Edgar would know immediately; it's impossible that Vought wouldn't have made a move.

The father's face was a mixture of joy and sorrow, his expression slightly distorted and constantly shifting, as if he were immersed in immense joy. Seeing this, Vogbaum wisely chose to remain silent.

After a long pause, Homelander calmed down, his lips pressed into a thin line, a faint sadness in his eyes. "You know him, you villain. What kind of person is he?"

Vogelbaum frowned deeply, almost unable to keep up with Homelander's wildly imaginative thinking. How did he bring the matter back to the villains again?

But faced with such a capricious psychopath, Vogelbaum felt he had better go along with him and say, "He's very smart, just like you, he learns everything quickly, and he hides himself very well, so we'll be surprised in the end."

Homelander nodded, his tone somber, "I never imagined you'd lied to me my whole life."

"Even if you think he's dead, you can wait until I'm an adult and tell me about it."

He couldn't help but feel puzzled. "You know I have a father, but because of the so-called confidentiality agreement, you've always kept quiet and never thought of telling me the truth. Do you want to take this to your grave?"

Vogelbaum was speechless with grievances.

He opened his mouth, unsure how to excuse himself.

He wasn't very good at speaking, unlike a politician like Edgar who could make the dead seem alive.

He was silent for a moment, then tried to appeal to people's emotions, "But John, I've been taking care of you like a biological father."

Homelander's chest heaved, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at the old man. "But you're not my father! Look at yourself, how old you are! You can't even fly! You're just a lying old man, you have no right to be my father!"

"You don't understand, I did this to protect you."

Upon hearing this, the man seemed to react as if he had been stimulated. He was stunned for a moment, then all the grievance and disappointment on his face disappeared, replaced by anger, which then turned into violence, with a hint of extreme madness surfacing in his eyes.

His cheeks puffed out, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between his teeth, "I am the greatest superhero. I! Don't need anyone's protection!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on Vogelbaum and pushed him into the pool.

"You should have repented long ago for everything you've done! Before you raised me like a guinea pig, hypocritically claiming it was all for my own good!"

"Go to hell, you devil."

Vogelbaum struggled instinctively in the water, splashing around, but against the most powerful man on Earth, it was all in vain.

Through the rippling water, he couldn't see the faces of the people from his homeland. The barking of dogs seemed to come from a great distance, as if it were a call from another world.

He suddenly recalled the spirited self he had when he led the team and was appointed chief researcher.

Those sleepless nights, the inhumane scientific experiments, the loudly crying babies...

Until that child came along.

"John~"

"John~"

He waved through the glass, made funny faces, and teased the shy smiles of the children inside who were looking at him.

A pool of blood slowly gushed out of the pool.

Homelander stood in the pool, his eyes red-rimmed, staring at the water's surface until the pool of blood slowly spread and dissolved in the white light cast by the sun.

He looked at his hands again, where he was wearing a pair of leather gloves, just like when he came, clean and red.

……

Water Tower.

The elevator doors on the 99th floor opened with a ding.

Homelander stepped out of the elevator, the tears on his face having been blown away by the wind during the flight, and his signature smile returned.

This time, however, a chilling aura emanated from behind that smile, making one feel intimidated.

He pushed open the door to his room.

A woman had been waiting for a long time and was sitting elegantly in a sofa chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, savoring a cup of coffee.

The sunlight outside the window outlined her figure. Although her breasts had sagged and her beauty was no longer what it used to be, one could still see some of the charm she had in her youth.