Homelander: New Legacy

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In the gaming room Roger had set up for Thor, the sound of frantic button mashing filled the air.

Thor and Roger, dressed like stereotypical couch potatoes in oversized shirts, clutched their controllers tightly, eyes glued to the game screen with unwavering focus.

Jean lay on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone. As she browsed, her telekinesis tidied up the room—hanging washed clothes to dry or cleaning up the trash from snacks consumed by Roger and Thor.

Meanwhile, Clarice…

She had initially been excited for an adventure, but now, watching her teammates' behavior, she couldn't help but twitch at the corners of her mouth.

"Roger… are we just going to stay here like this?"

"Of course," Roger replied, eyes never leaving the screen as he battled Thor in the game. "This world doesn't need us for now. Even if we're heading to another world, I'll wait until Ryan learns more from Superman. Until then—ah—!"

K.O.!

Roger's cry of defeat synced perfectly with the game's announcement. He glanced at his fallen in-game character, then at Thor, who looked almost transcendent in his concentration. With a sigh, Roger tossed the controller aside and turned to Clarice.

"…Until then, we'll just relax in this world. Besides, aren't there plenty of things here you've never seen before? Why not take the chance to enjoy yourself?"

"I didn't come here to play around," Clarice retorted with slight frustration.

She had decided to follow Roger and Jean to help them, not to sit idly.

But before she could continue, Jean reached over, gently ruffling Clarice's hair. "You're at the age where playing is exactly what you should be doing. Don't worry about other stuff."

Clarice glanced at Jean, who was still engrossed in her phone, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Back at the academy, Jean had always seemed calm and mature. But here, she'd transformed into a phone-addicted social media enthusiast.

Is a phone really that entertaining?

Clarice, completely unable to grasp the appeal of social networking, deeply doubted it.

"…Fine, you all stay here. I'll go find Ryan."

Resigned, Clarice opened a portal to seek out Ryan. Compared to watching her team lounge around playing games, observing Ryan train with Superman seemed far more interesting.

Plus, Ryan was close to her age, so spending time together wasn't a bad idea.

Watching Clarice step through the portal, Roger didn't stop her. He simply waved and said, "Don't stay out too late," before picking up his controller to resume gaming with Thor.

To be honest, Roger wasn't intentionally being idle—he just didn't know what to do next.

Although Andrea, who seemed connected to his past life, had mentioned a multiverse crisis, Roger had yet to see any tangible evidence of it.

In contrast, Darkseid's impending arrival felt far more real and threatening than any vague multiversal crisis.

So, until Darkseid was dealt with, Roger decided to put those other concerns aside. And since he wasn't worrying about them, he'd become a full-blown couch potato in the meantime.

That said, he wasn't entirely without plans.

For instance, the plot involving Aquaman should be starting soon.

However, Roger had no interest in meddling with Aquaman's personal affairs. Arthur could handle his family drama on his own. He hadn't sought outside help before, so Roger interfering now would only feel intrusive.

Similarly, while Roger was curious about the personal arcs of Flash and Cyborg, he figured they too could handle their issues independently. Roger didn't see a need to inject himself into their stories just for the sake of it.

Also… he was lazy.

For these reasons, Roger chose to stay home and game with Thor. Since his battle against Infinite Ultron in the Marvel Universe, he hadn't had much time to truly relax with games or movies.

Now, he was determined to make up for lost time.

Especially since this was the DC Universe, with its unique games and films. The entertainment offerings here had subtle differences compared to other worlds, providing Roger with plenty to enjoy.

"Clarice has a point, though—how long are we staying in this world?" Jean asked, finally putting down her phone as she leaned over the couch, lazily waving it in Roger's direction.

Roger replied, "Didn't I say? Once Ryan starts school, we'll leave."

"And where are we going next?"

"Haven't decided yet."

"No decision, huh… How about helping mutants find a world to migrate to?"

Jean locked eyes with Roger as she posed the question.

Roger smirked knowingly. "I figured you'd bring that up. Charles sent you with me for that purpose, didn't he?"

"No, not at all. I'm just suggesting it. After all, you found a new home for mutants in a similar world, didn't you?"

"True, but they didn't want to leave Earth."

Roger knew which X-Men world Jean was referencing—the one where the future was reversed but Sentinels still emerged.

Although Roger had found that world's mutants a new home, they had refused to leave Earth, believing themselves to be the rightful victors.

"Different world, same conditions," Roger replied nonchalantly.

"What conditions?"

"The conditions for mutants to exist, of course. As long as the X-gene persists, even if all mutants migrate, future generations will still awaken the X-gene. Migration is just a temporary solution."

"Then what other solutions are there?"

While humans and mutants seemed to coexist peacefully, everyone knew it was only temporary.

To avoid futures like the Sentinel-dominated one, one side leaving had become the most viable option.

Even though future generations of humans might still produce mutants, their numbers would be small enough to be manageable.

Jean didn't want such a scenario, but she couldn't think of any alternatives.

Roger noticed Jean deep in thought and said, "Solutions will come in time. For now, this isn't something we need to worry about.

"Still, the idea of finding mutants a new world isn't bad. Among the infinite worlds out there, plenty are post-apocalyptic. Even if all the mutants moved there, it wouldn't be an issue."

If he did decide to find mutants a new home, a dying, post-apocalyptic world would undoubtedly be the best option.

Preferably one where humanity was nearly extinct and only a few remained.

That way, mutants could integrate seamlessly.

Admittedly, such a move might be considered an invasion and uncharacteristic of a hero.

But since those worlds were beyond saving, introducing mutants might actually revive them.

Of course, this was just Roger's personal idea. The specifics would be decided once he reached the next world.

In any case, Roger wasn't planning to revisit worlds he'd already been to. He wanted to explore completely new ones.

First, to investigate the supposed multiversal crisis. Second, to see fresh, unfamiliar worlds.

Honestly, Roger was getting tired of constantly dealing with superheroes.

"Thanks."

Jean's serious tone caught Roger off guard. He smiled and replied, "What's there to thank me for? We're teammates, after all."

"But you wouldn't have agreed to this back when you first arrived in the X-Men world, right?"

Jean pointed out.

When Roger had first visited, he hadn't promised Charles to help find a new world for mutants. If anything, he would've demanded compensation.

Yet now, he was offering to look into it, no strings attached.

"True… but I've changed my mind. And I'm not doing this for free—I'll think of a condition later."

"What condition?"

"Haven't decided yet. I'll figure it out when the time comes."

Roger wasn't one to work for free. But since he couldn't think of a good condition right now, he decided to save it for later.

In the meantime, life in the DC Universe continued at a leisurely pace. Yet, as often happens, the more relaxed things are, the faster time seems to fly.

Before Roger knew it, Ryan's school term was about to begin.

His vacation was coming to an end. Though Roger was reluctant, he couldn't go back on his word about heading to the next world after sending Ryan off.

Even if he wanted to keep procrastinating.

After escorting Ryan back to The Boys world, Roger was supposed to return to the DC Universe. However, something unexpected happened during the transition.

Roger typically used a stable, two-way passage between the two worlds. One end connected to The Boys, and the other to the DC Universe. In theory, there was no chance of deviation.

But this time, Roger somehow veered off course.

Instead of the familiar DC Universe, he ended up on a different pathway—one that led to the apocalyptic DC world he'd visited before!

Roger didn't even realize he'd gone astray until he landed on the ground, surrounded by yellow sand, and saw Darkseid slowly turning toward him in the distance.

"…What's going on?"

Roger stood frozen, dumbfounded, especially when he noticed the corpses of Batman and others lying near Darkseid. His mind went blank.

The only thing he understood was that this was bad.

Very bad.

He was alone, surrounded by Darkseid's army. If he didn't think of a way to escape, he was as good as dead.

And not just dead—utterly obliterated.

As Roger racked his brain for a plan, Darkseid's deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

"It's you."

"…What?"

"The one who brought these insects here. It's you, isn't it?"

Darkseid's voice rumbled, carrying an oppressive weight. Standing beside him were his generals, DeSaad and Granny Goodness. The massive presence of Darkseid's army amplified the tension, leaving Roger no room for witty comebacks.

Knowing his odds were grim, Roger fell silent. After a long pause, he finally answered Darkseid's question.

"It's me. What about it?"

Darkseid stepped over the corpse of this world's Batman, approaching Roger. "Kneel, or be destroyed. That's your choice."

"Do I really have a choice?"

Roger's bitter smile betrayed his frustration.

Darkseid's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. "So, you're saying—"

"Sure, kneeling might save my life. Maybe I could even become one of your top generals, ruling over countless worlds. Sounds tempting…"

Roger took a deep breath, raised his hand—and flipped Darkseid the middle finger.

"But I refuse!!"

With those words, twin beams of heat vision shot toward Darkseid like sharp blades.

Darkseid tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the attack. But Roger had no intention of following up. Instead, he launched himself skyward, speeding toward the planet's outer atmosphere as fast as possible.

The Space Stone's energy was still ample—enough for another jump between worlds.

But opening a portal at such close range risked Darkseid following him. To prevent that, Roger needed to get as far away as possible.

"Insolent fool!"

DeSaad growled, his voice low and menacing. With a wave, he commanded the Parademon army to intercept Roger, blocking his escape.

Darkseid, however, seemed unperturbed by Roger's insult.

Roger's power rivaled Superman's. Recruiting him would have made him a formidable general in Darkseid's army.

Even if Roger refused, it didn't matter—Darkseid had the Anti-Life Equation.

But first, he needed to stop Roger.

With eyes glowing like fiery embers, Darkseid unleashed his signature move: the Omega Beams.

The beams moved at incredible speed, their trajectory unpredictable. They didn't shoot straight but instead zigzagged like lightning, weaving around Darkseid's allies as they relentlessly pursued Roger.

Far above, just as Roger was about to open a portal, the Omega Beams struck him.

"…Oh no. I'm screwed."

With his last ounce of strength, Roger managed to open a portal to another world.

But he could feel his body changing—his injuries from the Omega Beams were severe.

The portal, too, was unstable. Instead of leading to a familiar destination, it opened to an entirely unknown world.

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