Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"I won!"

Jupiter held Homelander's body, his eyes revealing no joy, but rather a deep sense of loss.

"He... used to be my idol!"

"I really didn't know he was this kind of person."

"I feel so heartbroken..."

Jupiter looked at the reporters' cameras, a hint of sadness on his face.

"A free man, for the justice in his heart! For true justice! For the people! He didn't hesitate to defeat his idol with his own hands! My God! What kind of spirit is this?"

The reporters watched as Jupiter showered him with praise, wiping away tears from their eyes.

"I hope he can be given a proper burial! Although he did many wrong things, he also saved many people. Without a doubt, he was at least a hero in the past!"

Jupiter addressed the camera with a sorrowful expression.

"The free man chooses to forgive the mistakes of his own people! What a great spirit that is! Let us sing praises to the greatness of the free man!"

The reporters continued to praise Jupiter after hearing his words.

"The free man is so great, he is a true hero, he is a god among men!"

"The magnanimity of free spirit is something we should all learn from!"

"So great! I love you, free man!"

Those who used to say "I love you" to their homeland seem to have changed now; they loudly proclaim their love to the free people.

However, it seems that no one wants to talk about those who were killed or harmed by Homelanders!

Everyone yearns for the sunlight, while no one pays attention to the darkness...

So after the death of Fatherlander, people began to sing praises of Freeman!

From this day forward, there will be no more Homelanders in this world, only...

Water Corporation...

WTF!

Streeddy clutched her head, unable to accept it; she felt like the whole world had changed.

"I'm sorry, but I had no other choice..."

The locomotive, holding a baby in its arms, apologized to Strayty. Before Strayty could say anything, the locomotive disappeared into the house.

"What the hell is going on with this world?"

Streeddy gently touched her forehead as she sat in her seat. Suddenly, everything felt so unfamiliar. It was as if the Vought Corporation was no longer the Vought she knew, and the Seven was no longer the Seven who belonged to her!

And all of this belongs to...

Strayty watched the live television broadcast, and everything belonged to the man on the screen, the man whom countless media outlets were constantly praising—the man who had defeated Homelander!

Chapter Forty-Six: The Madman Goes Left, the Saint Goes Right

"The tragedy of Homelander is that we in the Free Nation don't regulate superheroes strictly enough!"

"We must strongly resist and never hire those heroes with a dark past or inferior qualities!"

"Heroes who make mistakes are punished the same as ordinary citizens! They must all be punished by law!"

"We cannot change the tragedies of the past, but these old wounds continue to serve as a warning to us!"

"I swear, as long as I stand here, I will never allow any evil to occur, no matter who the opponent is!"

Jupiter floated in the air, waving his arms and speaking passionately.

"Free men! Free men! Free men!!!"

Rescue teams, doctors in white coats, police officers...

One by one, the citizens of the Free State were inspired by Jupiter and shouted the heroic horn of Jupiter!

The old gods are dead, new gods shall rise!

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

In the Vought Corporation building, Streeddy rubbed her forehead with one hand and held a remote control in the other, turning off the headline that was broadcasting that the Free Man had defeated Homelander and that the Free Man was the one who upheld true justice. She turned around and looked at the Free Man behind her, who had been giving a passionate speech to reporters just ten minutes ago and was now sitting in her office.

“I’m going to take over the Water Corporation. I can guarantee your interests, but you need to understand that this is not just a simple act of charity. The new election is coming soon, and you must support me in my candidacy for president of the Free Nation!”

Jupiter looked at Stray and spoke frankly.

"You're fucking insane!"

Upon hearing this, Straydy angrily retorted that Jupiter was now nothing more than a madman and a lunatic in her eyes.

"Watch your word choice."

Jupiter stared at Streeder, his eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.

"Oh! Sh*t!"

Streeddy looked at Jupiter, whose eyes were shining, and was immediately startled. She then remembered that the man sitting across from her desk had just killed Homelander, the most powerful superhuman in the world, ten minutes ago. The man in front of her was not only crazy and powerful, but could also take her life at any moment.

Although all of this sounded so incredible that Straydy had no idea about it, she was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

“Excuse me, I mean, your plan sounds a bit too crazy. Running for president, haha, I don’t think even Mr. Edgar would dare to think about it.”

Streeddy felt a chill run down her spine. She could only bring up Mr. Edgar, hoping that the always unfathomable man could put some pressure on Jupiter in front of her.

"I dare..."

"Moreover, I am 90 percent confident that I can win this election."

Jupiter remained calm and collected; he had a well-thought-out plan that allowed him to win all the votes.

"what?!"

Streiddy's eyes widened upon hearing Jupiter's words. A 90% chance of winning the election?! That's incredible. No candidate in any election has ever had such a high degree of certainty of winning that position.

"I can do it, but I need your cooperation."

Jupiter smiled slightly at Stray.

How do you want us to cooperate?

Stray asked, puzzled.

"It's very simple..."

"The announcement of Compound V and its effects will make everyone in the world understand one thing: if they possess Compound V, they too can become new superhumans."

Jupiter spoke calmly.

"impossible."

Strayty rejected Jupiter's proposal outright: to announce Compound V?! That's utterly absurd!

"Do you know the consequences of publishing compound V?"

"Do you know what kind of impact this will have on our Ward Corporation?!"

"This is a fatal blow! I absolutely cannot let you ruin the company."

Strayty mustered his courage and spoke loudly.

"Listen."

Upon hearing this, Jupiter shook his head helplessly. It was too superficial. He could only say that Strayty was too superficial and completely failed to see the big picture.

"Right now, everyone in the Free Nation, and even the whole world, is terrified. They're afraid that another madman in a cloak with glowing red eyes will appear and start a massacre! They're afraid that the guns in their hands won't be able to protect them, and they're afraid that the incident on the Chicago plane will happen to them!"

"Since this country is so crazy and free that a bunch of boys can receive a real M16 as a birthday gift, why can't we legalize superpowers?!"

“Everyone who votes for me, I fucking promise to receive a bag of Compound V as a reward for their support! Imagine, then who the fuck can be my competitor? Who the fuck can oppose me? Tell me!”

Jupiter's eyes gleamed with a burning, scarlet light as he questioned Stride.

"wtf..."

"You want to create a world full of superhumans?!"

Stray finally understood what the man in front of him was after.

"No! I do not intend to create a world full of superhumans, but to guide all primitive humans toward evolution! According to Darwin's theory of evolution, the path of all living beings is the pursuit of evolution! And I will help all humans on the entire planet Earth complete their evolution! I will become the ancestor of all new humans! A beacon! I am the progenitor!"

Jupiter's plan was never to be a broken president of a free country. His vision was far grander, and his goal was always to become the only true ancestor in the omnipotent universe. He would become the super-powered progenitor and a sage who would carry the banner of human evolutionary history!

Whether from a cultural, historical, or spiritual perspective, he is the originator!

Jupiter's banner and glory will shine throughout the entire omnipotent universe with the help of his countless subjects.

The world in the black robes was the world Jupiter used for his experiments.

"OMG..."

"That's insane, that idea is insane..."

After hearing Jupiter's words, Strayty gently pressed his temples with both hands. While their Vought Corporation was still thinking about how to make money, Jupiter was thinking about racial evolution?! Crazy and brilliant!

The madman is on the left, the saint on the right!?

Perhaps every saint appears mad to outsiders; they are full of subversion and seem determined to turn the world upside down...

"I need to think about it."

Streeddy shook her head. She dared not gamble; she dared not risk the entire company on this high-stakes gamble with Jupiter! If they won, the Walter family would be immortal! But if they lost, the Walter family would be doomed.

"I'm not asking for your opinion."

"I hope you understand that I'm just informing you, dear Ms. Streeddy."

"Your opinion has never been important to me."

Jupiter looked at Streiddy and spoke coldly.

“Without my help to persuade Mr. Edgar, you would never have obtained the formula for compound V.”

Streeddy felt humiliated, she said in a low voice.

"Snapped!"

Jupiter said nothing, but simply placed a USB drive in front of Streeddy.