Chapter 15: Al Zu, We

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Occupation: Scavenger】

【Anchor World: None】

【Remaining Energy: 0.1 Unit】

【Remaining Source Power: 0 Unit】

【Anchor World: None】

【Remaining Time: 5:00:00】

On the Navigator’s interface, the countdown for time spent in the Black Robe World showed only five hours left.

Alvin sent the edited text message to Starlight.

Then, Starlight would deliver the agreed time and location to the Homelander, under the pretense of a gift from an unsuspecting fan.

He then composed and sent the second text message to Butcher.

All that remained was to wait quietly.

Alvin sat in the farmhouse, lit a cigarette, drew a deep breath, and exhaled a slow smoke ring.

Gazing at the distant sky, the dim yellow sun sank below the horizon, leaving behind a golden glow that painted the wheat fields beyond the farm in brilliant gold—breathtakingly beautiful.

“It’s truly wonderful... too bad I’m about to leave.”

A flicker of longing passed through Alvin’s eyes, deepening into profound reluctance.

After all, even the worthless Black Robe World was infinitely better than the Warhammer Universe!

BOOM!

Far on the horizon, a black dot moving at supersonic speed shattered the clouds, leaving a white trail behind.

A piercing sonic boom drew nearer, accompanied by terrifying wind pressure and overwhelming force, heading straight for the desolate farmhouse.

“Finally here.”

Alvin crushed out the cigarette, his gaze calm.

Then he injected a temporary Compound No. 5 into his arm.

Dark veins bulged from his neck, writhing like grotesque monstrous creatures, spreading across his body until they covered his entire face, then slowly receded.

A figure stepped into the abandoned farmhouse, walking through the fading sunset.

“Interesting. I thought... you’d hide again like last time.”

The Homelander squinted at Alvin, his expression shifting between suspicion and fury: “You’ve got guts. I brought the No. 5 Compound you asked for.”

He waved a vial filled with brilliant blue liquid before Alvin’s eyes and said coldly: “Now, tell me where my son is.”

“Of course. But I need to verify it.”

Alvin met the Homelander’s icy gaze without flinching: “I trust you wouldn’t trick me with a fake—but protocol must be followed, right?”

“Hmph. Do as you like.”

The Homelander tossed the vial at him coldly: “I have plenty more of these No. 5 Compounds.”

Of course, there was one thing he didn’t say.

Once he got the information he wanted from this brat, he’d give the bastard a hot bath with his thermal vision!

Conscience? Morality? Guilt?

No, no, no—Al Zu had never had any of that since the day he was born.

Alvin knew exactly what the Homelander planned—but he remained utterly calm, catching the thrown “Compound No. 5” and immediately scanning it with his Navigator system.

【Item Detected: Compound No. 5 (Permanent)】

【Genetic engineering product capable of altering human hereditary gene sequences to trigger superpowers】

【Energy Provided: 0 Unit】

“Kid, did you see clearly?”

The Homelander frowned, irritation flashing across his face: “I don’t have time to waste. Tell me where ‘Ryan’ is!”

Considering the unpredictable side effects of consecutive injections, Alvin temporarily stowed the permanent Compound No. 5 and looked at the Homelander, who was now visibly impatient: “Do you remember the woman you raped eight years ago?”

“Which one?” The Homelander paused, lost in thought, unable to recall immediately.

“Rebecca. Though if you don’t remember, it doesn’t matter.”

Alvin smiled and continued: “After you raped her, Rebecca became pregnant. Under Walter’s surveillance, she gave birth to the first naturally occurring superhuman.”

“Go on... keep going!”

The Homelander’s breathing grew heavy, his face flushed with fanatic excitement.

“Then, under Dr. Vogelbaum’s orders, the mother and child were hidden at a secret location.” Alvin paused here abruptly.

“And then?”

The Homelander, his appetite thoroughly whetted, stared wide-eyed, waiting for the next words.

“And then?”

Alvin spread his hands and shrugged: “Sorry, that’s all. I don’t know where Vogelbaum hid them.”

“Son of a bitch! You’re messing with me?”

The Homelander hated being lied to more than anything—his rage surged uncontrollably.

“No, don’t misunderstand!”

Alvin acted as if terrified, waving his hands frantically: “Correction—I’m not messing with you. I’m just... playing with you, Spray Boy.”

Spray... Spray Boy?!

A string inside the Homelander’s mind snapped.

That nickname dredged up his most painful memory: locked in a narrow room, forced to secretly satisfy himself each night.

One of the experimenters had discovered him, mocked him, and given him the nickname “Spray Boy.”

“Forget it?” Alvin watched the Homelander’s stunned expression and pressed on: “That was Marty’s nickname for you—so fitting, isn’t it? Spray Boy~”

“I’ll kill you!!”

The Homelander’s eyes bulged, veins grotesquely swollen.

ZZZZT!

Searing beams of crimson heat shot from his eyes!

But Alvin had prepared—he summoned a thick psychic barrier and activated the Field Deflection Generator at maximum power to ensure absolute safety.

The temperature inside the ruined farmhouse plummeted; beams and hay bales were coated in a thin layer of frost.

The once-unstoppable thermal vision struck the psychic barrier and rippled violently.

“So this is an Eta-level psychic user...”

Alvin felt the power of his psychic energy and gained some confidence: “At least for now, the Homelander’s thermal vision can’t break through.”

BOOM!

The thermal vision, blocked by the barrier, exploded like a firework, scattering in all directions.

Where the searing beams passed, the farmhouse walls and ceiling were cleanly cut open, their edges glowing red with residual heat.

Butcher, lying in wait two or three kilometers away, saw the crimson beam tear across the sky and slammed his foot on the accelerator: “It’s the Homelander—we’re moving!”

Meanwhile, inside the farmhouse, the Homelander froze—he hadn’t expected this brat to block his thermal vision!

“Done?”

Alvin’s eyes glowed faintly blue as he levitated three feet off the ground, wreathed in ice-blue flames: “Now... it’s my turn!”

His psychic energy spread into invisible hands, tore down the farmhouse beams, and hurled them at the Homelander!

BOOM!

The beam shattered the air with a sonic boom, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Before the Homelander could react, he was slammed backward, carving a hundred-meter trench into the earth before finally stopping.

The impact couldn’t harm the Homelander—but his pride was shattered. Since his debut, when had he ever been humiliated like this?

“Fine. You’ve made me furious, bastard!”

The Homelander stomped the ground in rage—the earth within a radius of dozens of meters trembled like a writhing dragon.

BOOM!

Amid a curtain of dust, the Homelander shattered the sound barrier.

In an instant, he appeared before Alvin, raised his fist, and struck without mercy.

Even before the punch landed, Alvin felt the crushing, mountain-collapsing force—and used his psychic energy to pull himself backward.

At the same time, Alvin extended his hand, clenching his fingers tightly: “Crush!”

ZZZZT!

A suffocating, invisible psychic force surrounded the Homelander from all sides.

Immense pressure threatened to grind him into pulp—but the Homelander sneered, breaking free with sheer brute strength.

“Kid, let me show you what real difference means!”

The Homelander snarled, preparing to charge again and crush this brat into paste.

But just then, a crimson laser shot in—before he could react, he was struck midair and slammed to the ground.

“Good. You arrived just in time.”

Alvin, hovering in midair, exhaled softly and looked toward Butcher’s approach.

“Who the hell are you?”

Zu Guoren shook his head, staring blankly at the three suddenly appearing figures.

"Oh, isn't this Zu Guoren?"

Buteer clenched his fists, grinning wickedly: "As for us? We're all your fans!"