Chapter 1400

"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring..."

The landline phone on the desk rang abruptly.

Madelyn answered the phone, responded with a serious and solemn expression after a few seconds, hung up the phone decisively, and walked out of the office quickly.

Queen Maeve withdrew her gaze and pulled the Lasso of Truth hard toward Homelander, who was gritting his teeth with a ferocious expression.

"Uh... uh... I... I'm looking for him... to res... restore... my abilities..."

Homelander's persistence ultimately couldn't withstand the power of the Lasso of Truth.

Although he gritted his teeth and resisted with all his might, that mysterious power still made him involuntarily speak the secret he least wanted anyone to know!

"Restore abilities???"

"You, you lost your superpowers?!"

Queen Maeve widened her eyes in surprise, looking in disbelief at Homelander, who was also in disbelief.

"What did you do!"

Homelander asked angrily, but then, like a split personality, he began to answer with a dazed expression.

"To, to activate Ryan's abilities, my father feigned an attack on me and Becca..."

"Who is Ryan? And who is Becca?" Queen Maeve asked curiously.

"Ryan is my son, and Becca is Ryan's mother," Homelander answered very cooperatively.

Good grief.

Homelander not only has a father, but now he even has a son!

"My father used his ability to injure me, and for some reason, I lost my superpowers."

"Father asked Ryan if he hoped his father—that is, me—would be a loser who only relies on superpowers, or a hero who has the courage and ability to face everything even without powers!"

"Ryan hopes I am a hero."

"But I am not willing to lose my superpowers, nor can I accept losing my superpowers."

"Without superpowers, I am just a loser who knows nothing. No one will support me anymore, and no one will approve of me anymore!"

Homelander rambled on, completely unable to control his desire to confide.

Queen Maeve curled her lips: "You have a very clear understanding of yourself. If you don't have superpowers, you are not only a loser, but a loser who can't stay at Vought for even a day!"

Homelander didn't refute; in a situation where he couldn't help himself, he had completely given up.

"I can't let people know I lost my superpowers, otherwise A-Train, The Deep, and you—you losers would definitely not let me go!"

"I must find my father as soon as possible and have him restore my superpowers!"

"So please help me contact him and have him restore my superpowers!"

"Please!"

"As long as you are willing to help me, I'll do anything!"

Queen Maeve laughed mockingly: "I am the loser you speak of; I can't help with this favor!"

Homelander became anxious and hurriedly said flatteringly: "No, no, no, although you are a loser, you can contact my father, which shows that you have served my father very satisfactorily."

"..."

Is this supposed to be flattery?

Queen Maeve was silent, and Homelander was also silent.

After a while.

Homelander roared in a breakdown: "What the hell is this thing, why does it make me tell the truth uncontrollably!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Looking at the emotionally broken Homelander, Queen Maeve, gloating, said faintly: "This is the Lasso of Truth; once you are looped by it, you can only tell the truth."

"This was given to me by your father, including the other equipment on me. According to him—they are all divine artifacts! True divine artifacts!"

Homelander was speechless. How could there be true divine artifacts in this world?

Even if there were, Father shouldn't have given them to Queen Maeve so easily.

As the thought crossed his mind, Homelander subconsciously closed his mouth.

I didn't say that out loud, did I?

No, I can't talk nonsense anymore; this is completely counterproductive and making things worse!

Taking a deep breath, Homelander adjusted his mindset and spoke slowly: "Although I lost my superpowers, my father's original intention in doing this was to hope that I would grow and hope that I could become a real man."

"I am his son, his only son, so he definitely won't let anything happen to me."

"Sooner or later, I will restore my superpowers. When that time comes, I will be the son he is proud of, and you... might not be the woman he likes anymore."

Queen Maeve frowned and said coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes!"

"I am threatening you, but if you are willing to help me, I think we can cooperate."

"Cooperate?"

"You help me figure out how to restore my superpowers, and I will help you consolidate your position by my father's side!"