Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

[Starlight]: Is things a bit turbulent inside Vought Corporation lately?

[Starlight]: Saiki, I really should start to question your identity.

[Severe dependence on coffee jelly]: I have connections at Water Company.

[Starlight]: Wow, that's an interesting reason. Even I, who works for a Vought subsidiary, didn't know that.

[Coffee Jelly Addiction]: You're already a superhero, why do you have to join the Seven?

[Starlight]: Didn't I say I wanted to promote the will of the Lord?

[Coffee Jelly Addiction]: Then you shouldn't be going to the Seven Superheroes, but to a bar full of older women.

[Starlight]: I'll get really angry if you keep spreading rumors about the Lord.

......

Qi Mu put down his phone.

There's no way around it; Starlight is like the protagonist of a shonen manga—he won't turn back until he hits a brick wall.

Her mother is amazing; she raised her daughter to be... a perfect religious superhero?

While it may be an exaggeration, Christians currently make up more than 50% of Starlight's fans.

Waters is a capitalist company that prioritizes traffic.

As long as you have traffic, regardless of whether you are black, white, or even a freak with gills, you can be recruited.

God's hand cannot reach this world, and the faith of believers in this world is not very pure.

If Starlight were willing to convert to Archangel Saiki, her luck might improve.

But it's clear that she still has more faith in that big-breasted God.

"However, with the superpower suppressor, I can probably go out and wander around more often now."

After fiddling with the lollipop stuck in his head, Qi Mu felt that he could finally explore the world a little more.

I don't know if Manhattan has all the comic book stores, or maybe I should just go to Akihabara in Japan?

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Vought Superhuman Arena.

The man put down his phone, a smile playing on his lips, like a cheerful young man.

He picked up his tennis racket again and floated back onto the tennis court.

"Well, I had something to take care of just now, but it's all done now."

He began to explain to Maeve, who was on the other side of the tennis net.

Maeve's gaze towards Homelander grew increasingly curious.

Unlike Deepsea and A-Train, who were constantly bullied by Homelander, Homelander treated Maeve with gentlemanly manners because of their past relationship.

Nevertheless, Homelander's image in Maeve's eyes remains that of a giant baby.

A giant baby with terrifying strength and a twisted personality.

However, recently, this overgrown child who has always only cared about traffic has done some things that are inconsistent with his public image.

Suddenly he pulled me to teach him tennis, he abruptly left the court during a game because his phone vibrated, and recently he's suddenly in a very good mood...

And, what Maeve was most curious about.

The boy with pink hair and light purple eyes who was being carried on the back of the father.

She couldn't directly ask Homelander, who, while more lenient with her, would never allow Maeve to pry into his hidden secrets.

Maeve could only suppress her curiosity and pay attention to details about Homelander in her daily work, hoping to piece together an answer.

"Alright, let's continue practicing."

Homelander took a brand new carbon ball from the tennis basket next to him.

In just half an hour, the two had already destroyed nearly a hundred carbon tennis balls.

Each tennis ball could sell for thousands of dollars.

However, this is not a burden for the two members of the Seven.

"Fine, I'll listen to you."

Maeve tightened her slightly loose hair again, looked at Homer, who was in a good mood, and answered with a smile.

"Good."

Homelander continues serving.

Another half hour passed.

Queen Maeve's tennis lesson is over.

She wiped the sweat from her body. To be honest, being a sparring partner for someone as extraordinary as Homelander was a very tiring thing.

She needs to teach Homelander how to serve and return the ball "correctly," while also paying attention to Homelander's emotions.

I would feed Ah Zu a ball every now and then to prevent him from getting too agitated.

"Maeve, you are a very good teacher."

Homelander, however, didn't break a sweat. He came over with two cans of drinks and threw one of them at Maeve.

"A latte?"

Maeve took the drink Homelander threw to her and said with some surprise.

"Hmm, milk and coffee make a wonderful combination, don't you think?"

Mr. Homelander casually pulled the tab, took a few sips, and showed a satisfied expression.

"A brand that isn't available on the market."

Maeve examined the packaging of the latte; there were no production information markings whatsoever. If Homelander hadn't brought it out, Maeve would have definitely thought it was some kind of disguise used to transport drugs.

"Haha, I had someone make this."

The man from the motherland smiled, his voice tinged with a hint of pride.

"A perfect ratio. I had Parker try several different combinations before I finally found this one."

"I've had them produce some; I can send you a box if you need it."

Maeve pulled the tab, took a sniff, and smelled the rich aroma of milk mixed with the mellow fragrance of coffee.

Although I don't know what kind of coffee beans Parker chose, they were definitely not cheap.

They wouldn't dare try to fool the people of their motherland with cheap goods.

"Fine, it does taste really good."

Maeve took a sip and sincerely praised Homelander.

"Well, your taste is as good as ever."

Homelander was very satisfied with Maeve's answer.

"Alright, I'll have someone send you a box later. Now, we should go check on that guy from the train engine and see how things are going."

An afternoon had passed, and Homelander felt that with Walter's public relations department, the problem with the locomotive should be almost resolved.

After all, they had deleted the surveillance video of the incident site beforehand, leaving only one copy on Walter's heavily guarded server.

All it takes is a slight change in wording to make the locomotive appear more innocent and careless, thus sharing the blame.

Vought recently helped Pan Ocean Airlines solve a major problem, so I believe they will definitely be willing to help control the public opinion.

The cost was that the proposal to have superhumans stationed in the military continued to be delayed.

"Locomotive, you're a fucking idiot."

The Water Tower.

99floor.

The meeting room of the Seven Superheroes.

After lying down for a while, Madeline recovered. In the meeting room, she looked at the solution offered by the Ministry of Public Security, then glanced at the locomotive with its head down, and couldn't help but curse.

"Madam, I'm so sorry."

The locomotive has been scolded to the point of being speechless today.

Homelander, Maeve, Madeline—none of them are easy for him to mess with right now.

Despite violating the rules for speed-type superhumans, and even with the pretext of chasing criminals, the train still committed a crime.

The CIA, the military, and Congress—those who had grievances against Vought and the superhumans—swarmed around him like sharks.