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

"Did Homelander see P&G?"

The Water Tower.

82floor.

Stan sat in his office, while Madeline stood beside him, holding a document in her hands.

"Yes, sir. Homelander learned of P&G's existence from the deep sea and went to P&G's testing ground yesterday."

"......"

"What's the news from Rohrner's side?"

"He has already sent more than a dozen letters, some of which are... strongly worded."

Madeline looked at Stan in front of her, tidied her words slightly, and spoke to him.

"It's alright, it's normal. After all, we didn't expect that Deepsea would find out about P&G."

Stan maintained his composure as a businessman and did not become angry at Dr. Rolner's rebuke.

"The Lamplighter has decided to retire, so the Superhero Seven is one member short. How are the auditions going?"

Stan took a sip of tea and slowly asked Madeline.

"The preliminary selection has narrowed down the candidates to ten. The most outstanding one is a girl named Annie. She is white and a Christian."

"Hmm...you can handle it."

Stan tapped the table with his index finger and nodded.

"By the way, I want to reassure Homelander that he might be having some issues finding out he has a son."

He added a sentence.

Madeline smiled confidently, and unusually, she spoke to Stan in a joking tone:

"Don't worry, Homelander will be fine."

"uh-huh."

.......

"Fuck, that Homelander guy, he's completely ungrateful!"

Inside the room deep in the sea.

His lower body sank into the fish tank, and a white and gray sea fish approached.

"Right? I was the one who told him about the child."

The sea fish fell into deep thought, while the octopus beside it agreed with the deep sea's viewpoint.

"Ugh! Damn it, tennis? Timothy, how can that stuff compare to volleyball!"

Deep Sea let out a long "ah," wiped its body casually, and stepped out of the fish tank.

The octopus next to him climbed up his body and onto his shoulder, its smooth tentacles clinging to Deepsea's shoulder, giving Deepsea a strange sensation.

"And that Maeve, why is she giving me attitude!"

Deep Sea lay on the bed, and Timothy massaged his upper body.

"I am the Lord of the Seven Seas! The King of the Ocean!"

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Shen Hai's expression changed, and all his previous air of being the Lord of the Seven Seas and the King of the Ocean vanished.

He quickly put on a pair of pants, put Timothy back in the fish tank, and went to the door.

"Hey, you're here!"

He opened the door, then his expression froze.

The newcomer had long, wavy golden hair, exuding the charm of a middle-aged woman, yet Shen Hai dared not entertain any thoughts.

"Madeline, the CEO."

Shen Hai quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet the eyes of the newcomer.

Madeline is the second-in-command of the Vought Group, directly managing the Superhero Seven and controlling aspects such as Superhero IP operation, public relations, and commercial monetization.

It can be said that she is the top boss of Shenhai and others, and all their food, clothing and daily necessities come from her.

"Oh, the deep sea."

Madeline's gaze swept over the ragged sea before her, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"What...made you so carelessly leak Walter's important information?"

Her tone was melodious and varied, yet it sent shivers down Shen Hai's spine.

"No, ma'am, it was Homelander who asked me..."

"NONONO, Deep Sea, do you know where the problem lies?"

Madeline approached the deep sea, enduring the strange fishy smell emanating from the latter, and spoke:

"Homelander isn't asking you, but rather, how did you find out about this?"

"Isn't your fish friend being a bit too talkative?"

Madeline's gaze fell on the deep-sea fish tank.

"Madam, no, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Deep Sea's expression changed drastically, and he tried to block Madeline's view with his body.

"From today onwards, no marine life will be allowed in the company except in your fishy-smelling room."

"Otherwise, like the Homelander said, you should go to the Oceanographic Institute and perform with those dolphins."

"Oh, right, we also need to separate the mother dolphin, otherwise you..."

Madeline glanced disdainfully at Deepsea's underwear before leaving.

Only Shen Hai, whose face had turned a deep, liver-colored red, remained. After closing the door, he let out a series of "F***" sounds from inside the room.

Water Corporation.

75floor.

Hey everyone, look over here.

Homelander and Queen Maeve appeared on this floor.

"Where can I order a custom weapon?"

Homelander turned to Queen Maeve with his signature smile and asked.

"Parker, Homelander wants to order something."

Maeve called out to the floor manager with a hint of helplessness.

A fat man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties came out.

"Oh my God, praise be to my motherland."

Parker came out and immediately praised his homelander.

"It is our honor to forge weapons for you."

Maeve was somewhat exasperated; this guy was ignoring her intentions.

Custom-made items are not the same as weapons.

"Well, my friend, there's no need for that."

Homelander patted Parker on the shoulder and then asked:

"I want a tennis racket that I can use, and a tennis ball that I can hit with that racket, is that okay?"

Homelander's voice was gentle, but Parker inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

"Of course, no problem. We will build your product as soon as possible."

Parker spoke to the smiling Homelander in front of him.

"Very good, my friend, you are the real hero."

Homelander gave Parker a thumbs-up and praised him.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Parker smiled.

Maeve's fears did not come true.

Homelander patted Parker on the shoulder and then left with her.

He's completely different from how he was on missions before.

"Hey, Maeve, what's with that expression?"

Homelander glanced at Maeve, whose expression was strange and whose heartbeat was even more erratic, and raised an eyebrow.

"It's nothing, just a bit of a surprise."

Maeve shook her head and told Homelander the truth.

"You actually went and ordered a custom tennis racket? Which company is so generous as to let you be their spokesperson?"

"No, I just wanted to practice a bit."

Homelander waved his hand, then stared at Maeve and said:

"You really can't play tennis?"

"...I learned a little bit about it in high school."

"Good, I like honest girls."

The people of the motherland showed a satisfied expression.

"Once you've got the rhythm right, you can teach me how to play."