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

"Shit........"

The deep sea, kicked far away by the locomotive, let out a mournful cry.

"Hey, you're Starlight, the newest member of the Seven Heroes, right?"

The locomotive tried its best to shift its gaze away from the pink-haired child who was upside down in the air, hands in pockets, and whose body was enveloped in a light blue, visible telekinetic energy.

He spoke these words to the starlight.

Starlight naturally recognized the black man in the dark blue battle suit as Locomotive Reggie Franklin.

The speedster in The Seven, he is a long-time participant in various superhuman speed competitions and always holds the number one spot.

His speed is far greater than the "Train" in his name. He earned the name by easily breaking the sound barrier and creating a deafening roar while running. His high-speed body can crush any obstacle like a train.

Of course, there is another reason: children and teenagers have a natural affinity for trains, thanks to educational cartoons like Thomas the Tank Engine.

Using a locomotive as a name also made it easier for Walter to develop related merchandise and maximize its commercial value.

"Locomotive...do you know what Deep Sea did?"

Starlight looked at the locomotive in front of her, which had raised its hands in surrender, took a deep breath, and asked it a question.

"No, I don't know anything. I've only been back for less than half an hour. I just took a shower in the lounge."

Locomotive shook his head decisively. Of course, he didn't know how Deep Sea, this bitch who only knew grass carp, had offended the newcomer. As he said, he really had just returned.

However, as a member of the Seven Superheroes and knowing about the Deep Sea, this useless guy, A-Train could probably guess a little.

It was simply his turn to host the newcomers this time, and he wanted to follow the old tradition of the Super Heroes Seven to give them a hard time.

As for what form of intimidation Deepsea chose... looking at the foul-smelling liquid on the ground, it's quite obvious.

What a lustful idiot! He didn't do any research on the other person beforehand, and now he's gotten pregnant.

Looking at the sincere-looking train engine in front of him, Starlight was already somewhat hesitant to trust the members of the Superhero Seven.

According to Deepsea, this is a trial that every member must undergo upon joining.

Did this black locomotive in front of us blow into the deep sea?

"You gave this fucking bitch a blowjob?"

At this moment, Starlight no longer cared about her image; her worldview had been shattered by the disgusting fishy smell.

All she wanted to know was how many of the seven superheroes were actually normal.

"No, he's just a clown. He's the worst of the Seven."

The locomotive calmly spread its hands, mercilessly criticizing the deep sea, which was still convulsing on the ground, as utterly worthless.

"He told me he was the number two in The Seven."

Starlight paused for a moment, her gaze falling on Deep Sea, who was convulsing on the ground.

"That must be a joke. Number two? Please, he's just a joker who likes Fu*k fish."

With its hands on its hips, the locomotive reveals the true face of the deep sea.

"Shit! Locomotive!"

The deep sea, which was convulsing on the ground, raised its head and expressed its dissatisfaction to the locomotive that was frantically insulting it.

The locomotive's features were scrunched up, and it gave the starlight a sorry look.

"I'm sorry, I'll tell Homelander about this..."

Suddenly, the locomotive's expression changed.

A deep, steady voice came through his headset.

"Locomotive, in conjunction with the black, take down that pink-haired boy."

"This is not a discussion, it's an order. If you refuse, you will be kicked out of the Seven and sent to prison for heart disease and the misuse of Compound V."

"If you succeed, everything from your past will be forgiven, and Walter will use the best technology to treat your body."

The speaker's identity is now clear: the real president who sits on floor 82 year-round, doesn't interfere in the company's internal affairs, but always decides the direction of Wot at crucial moments.

Stan Edgar.

"Fuck."

As Stan said, he wasn't consulting with the locomotive, he was giving orders.

Homelander was held up by Madeline and Ashley, and now was the perfect opportunity to seize P&G.

If everything is normal at P&G, even if Homelander takes him to Vought Tower, Stan won't say a word.

However, during the recent battle with the Deep Sea, P&G demonstrated an ability that was not recorded in the archives.

One capability that could completely destroy the confidentiality and stability of P&G experiments.

[Instant Teleportation]

Stan suspected that Rolner had concealed P&G's capabilities from the company, and now was a good opportunity to take P&G back from Rolner.

Perhaps, the center of the Sage's Grove is more suitable for Qi Mu?

Stan stared emotionlessly at Qi Mu, who was enveloped in almost tangible telekinesis, in the surveillance footage.

In the dimly lit corridor.

The locomotive's gaze met those pale purple eyes, and his heart began to race.

He instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Why is this superhuman child on the 99th floor? Why did Edgar send him and Blackie to capture this child, instead of... Homelander, who's been near Vought Corporation all day?

However, before this fastest superhuman could react, a pure black figure behind him had already stepped past the locomotive.

Xuanse had already emerged from his lounge at some point and was walking steadily toward Qimu and Xingguang.

"Hold down, Mr. Edgar, I think we should discuss this with Homelander, shouldn't we?"

Instead of choosing one of the two paths Edgar offered, he started arguing with Edgar.

Qi Mu looked at the man in front of him, who was dressed entirely in black and covered by a mask, and tilted his head slightly.

[Are you Xuanse?]

Qi Mu's voice rang out in the dark, closed head.

His steps froze, and the animal friends in his mind hid in a corner. Qi Mu's telepathic voice easily suppressed those fantasies.

[Oh dear, can't we say anything at all? Just like John said.]

Qi Mu sighed helplessly as he looked at the fact that the other person only had a 20% favorability rating towards him.

Hopefully, John won't blame me then.

Xuanse's body trembled violently, and then two black throwing knives were thrown out instantly.

Qi Mu didn't raise his hand. His upside-down figure slowly flipped in the air, and the deadly throwing knife in front of him was easily caught by the light blue telekinetic power.

The figure in black did not slow down, and his fist smashed straight towards Qi Mu's body.

At that very moment, the luxurious ceiling of the corridor shattered.

A figure draped in a cloak fell through the broken ceiling, his hand firmly catching the dark fist.

"Hey guys, can you tell me what's going on here?"

The familiar accent of the Homelander echoed in the corridor, and stars could be faintly seen through the hole in the ceiling.