Chapter 14: A Gift Carefully Prepared for Homelander

Remotely cutting off the data connection controlling the puppet, Alvin directly destroyed all evidence.

Without leaving a single clue, after confirming that his identity wouldn't be exposed, he drove away from the abandoned farm.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Alvin thought about what he was going to do next in his mind.

But halfway through the drive, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had gone to run a marathon after a severe hangover and staying up late, as if he had been completely overdrawn.

Alvin decisively stepped on the brake, the tires and the road surface had a violent friction, and a short and harsh noise tore through the surroundings.

Soon, this inexplicable dizziness and fatigue subsided.

But replacing it was that the whole person was severely dehydrated from the inside out, as if his physical strength had been squeezed dry.

Alvin was soaked in sweat all over, as if he had just been fished out of a lake, and his eyes, which were always spirited, were filled with deep fatigue.

He tried to mobilize the power of "psionic," but the result was nothing.

From yesterday afternoon, when he injected temporary Compound V and awakened the "psionic" power, to just now, it was almost exactly 24 hours.

It felt like a beautiful dream, only now the dream had awakened.

"No, no, psionic is still there."

Suddenly, Alvin frowned. He could still clearly perceive a power hidden deep in his soul.

Different from after injecting "temporary Compound V," mobilizing this power became extremely difficult, as if prying a hundred-meter mountain with human power, almost impossible to achieve.

"Sure enough, this body originally had 'psionic,' and temporary Compound V acted as a fulcrum, infinitely magnifying my own spiritual power, which was able to pry psionic power."

Alvin quickly figured out the key, revealing a relieved smile: "If I say that after injecting Compound V, I am

In the twenty-four-level classification system established by the Empire, only those at the Eta level or above are considered true psykers, while Omegon-level at most have a little psychic power, but not much.

Except for a small number of people who unconsciously erupt with psychic power when facing life-threatening danger, almost their entire lives are spent unable to consciously control this power.

Thinking about it, the fact that his predecessor was able to survive the attack of a "cultist psyker" back then is probably the reason.

"Fortunately, I know not to put all my eggs in one basket."

Alvin gently rubbed his brow, his eyes once again filled with determination: "It doesn't matter, so what if it's only Omegon-level? Once I inject the permanent compound, I will be a true Eta-level psyker. By then, even in the Underhive, I will have the power to protect myself!"

He knew very well that psychic power is a double-edged sword; the more one indulges in this power, the more one will fall into the abyss of the Warp!

However, the dangers of the Warhammer universe are everywhere, and the Underhive is surrounded by cults; even if he knows there is a fiery pit ahead, he can only choose to jump into it.

At least... even if he can delay death by one second, it is worth it to him!

Gripping the steering wheel and looking ahead, Alvin stepped on the gas pedal, his handsome face full of resolve: "Even if the road ahead is covered in thorns, I will hack out a path. I don't want to die, and I especially don't want to die in the Underhive like trash, ignored by everyone until I rot and stink!"

"I, must survive!!!"

On the deserted road, Alvin's roar echoed through the long, dark night.

The suppressed emotions were released at this moment; he laughed loudly and drove into the depths of the night.

The next day, Butcher, who was hiding in a secret base, received a call from Alvin.

And the moment Alvin on the other end of the phone spoke, Butcher was almost scared to death!

"Butcher, do you... want to kill Homelander?"

Butcher's pupils shrank. He tried hard to control his face, which was twisted by shock, and asked in a low voice: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? That's Homelander!"

"I know very well what I want to do; it's you who still don't know what you want, Butcher."

On the phone, Alvin's voice was flippant and relaxed, as if he weren't the one who had just talked about killing Homelander.

Glancing at his companions in the base, Butcher quietly went to a deserted place, covered the mouthpiece, and growled: "What the hell do you mean? Alvin!"

"Don't you think there are too many superhumans in this world?"

Alvin's light words hit Butcher's heart like a heavy hammer, causing it to stop beating for a brief second before pumping even faster.

"Butcher, have you ever thought about what this world would be like if there were no superhumans?"

"Gods should exist in stories, not in the real world, especially when a madman becomes a god in the eyes of the public; it will only lead this country to destruction, won't it?"

Blood rushed to Butcher's head instantly, crazily battering his reason and thoughts. He gritted his teeth and said: "Is this your true thought, to kill all superhumans? Alvin... you are simply a madman!"

"If a madman holds the button to destroy the world in his hands, would you pin your hopes on the kindness of this madman?"

Alvin's unhurried tone was like Mephisto the devil seducing Faust, stirring the demon deep within Butcher's heart: "Now, who do you think is the madman?"

"Don't forget, your wife was raped by Homelander, and you were powerless to do anything about it."

"You once worked with the CIA and secretly solved many things, which is exactly why you know better what the essence of those superhumans is."

This sentence added another heavy weight to the already tilted scales in Butcher's heart.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face became angry and ferocious, like a beast that had lost its reason, emitting heavy, ox-like breathing sounds.

"Butcher, this world is sick."

Alvin's low, hoarse voice seemed to contain pity and compassion, as if he were truly mourning for the whole world: "And those who possess superpowers are the root of this world's illness. We must remove the root of the illness to let the world return to normal."

On the phone, only heavy breathing remained.

After a long while, Butcher seemed to have gone through a difficult psychological struggle, and finally, guided by his true inner thoughts, he leaned toward that side of the scale: "What... are you going to do?"

"The day after tomorrow, I will make Homelander appear alone in a certain place."

Alvin did not reveal the whole plan, deliberately concealing a part of it: "I will give you three doses of temporary Compound V. When you see the signal, we will surround and kill Homelander together."

"Are you sure he will appear alone?"

Butcher frowned, somewhat suspicious: "What if there are other 'heavy hitters'? What will we do then?"

"Don't worry, no other 'heavy hitters' will appear."

Alvin gave him a reassurance: "I guarantee that there will only be Homelander that day, and I have a drug that can make him lose his superpowers for a short time."

"Fine, I'll trust you once!"

Butcher also seemed to have fallen into madness, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Even if we can't kill Homelander, at least we can cripple him!"

He hung up the phone.

Alvin toyed with the temporary Compound V, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Very good, now all the conditions are met, just waiting for the final moment."

From the very beginning, Butcher had fallen into his trap.

Because in essence, the plan to exterminate superhumans was Butcher's truest thought, and also the action he would take in the future.

Alvin was merely utilizing Butcher's anger to bring this time forward a little, releasing that demon.

Homelander, are you ready?

Next up is the 'fan meet-and-greet'.

Of course, the fans might be a bit 'enthusiastic', but I believe Homelander will definitely like this gift that Alvin has carefully prepared for him!