Homelander: New Legacy

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Although Roger's Superman-like powers had not fully returned yet—his invulnerability had not completely recovered—he had made some progress.

Roger had tested this before; while an ordinary fruit knife or sharp object could no longer pierce his skin, something particularly hard and resilient might still manage it if he exerted a bit of force.

He wasn't sure if this was due to the real world suppressing comic book powers or because he was still recovering from being struck by the Omega Beams.

Either way, his current abilities were far from Superman's level. He wasn't even as strong as Homelander but rather a pathetic version of a "superpowered being."

However, as his strength grew daily, Roger didn't worry too much.

Even in this weakened state, his hearing and vision far exceeded that of normal humans. Sitting in a noisy and bustling hotpot restaurant, Roger could hear the faint cries and arguments from a distance.

Roger could have chosen to ignore it, but he wasn't a cold, heartless person.

Call him foolish or meddlesome, but Roger believed that having this kind of power meant he should use it to make a difference.

So, he excused himself from the table and walked toward the source of the commotion.

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"Is it here?"

Descending a staircase and exiting the side door of the hotpot restaurant, Roger donned his mask and entered a nearby alleyway.

The sounds of arguing and crying came from this very spot.

"Luna, trust me, just this one last time! I promise, I'll win big money, and then we'll be rich!"

"You say that every time! Just look at yourself now!"

The girl, Luna, sobbed as she shouted, "Go away! I never want to see you again!"

"I'm your brother!!!"

"I don't have a brother like you! Get lost!!"

As Roger approached, the argument escalated. The man demanding money had a dangerously fast heartbeat, and Roger's X-ray vision revealed a fruit knife hidden in the man's pocket.

Judging by his state, the man was very likely to pull the knife.

Sure enough, when the girl refused to give him money, the man pulled out the fruit knife and pointed it at her.

"Hand it over now! Or... or I'll kill you!"

The girl froze, unable to believe her own brother would threaten her with a knife. Though visibly terrified, she clung tightly to her bag, refusing to back down.

The man's eyes turned bloodshot, his violent impulses reaching their peak. With a shout, he lunged at the girl with the knife.

"You forced me to do this!!!"

Smack!

Just as the knife was about to pierce the girl, Roger emerged from the shadows and grabbed the man's wrist.

"So, you really intended to commit a crime.... Miss, don't worry; I've recorded everything. Let's head to the police station."

"Wha—?"

Both the girl and the man were stunned by Roger's sudden appearance.

But the man, blinded by his desire for money, roared, "Who the hell are you?! Mind your damn business, or I'll—OW OW OW! LET GO!!"

Before the man could finish his threats, Roger twisted his wrist in a way that maximized pain without breaking any bones, leaving the man howling in agony.

Turning to the girl, Roger calmly said, "Miss, please call the police now."

"Luna! If you dare—OW, let go!!"

The man tried to hurl more threats but was quickly silenced by the pain.

The girl, hesitated briefly, tears still streaming down her face. She looked at Roger, who encouraged her, "Call them. He's not your brother anymore. Only the police can help you now."

After a moment's pause, Luna made her decision. With a mix of sadness and anger, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Hello, 911? I'd like to report an attempted assault with a knife!"

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Roger was mildly surprised by how decisively Luna called the police.

Given their conversation earlier, it was clear she was the man's sister, and Roger had expected her to show some leniency.

But she made her choice without hesitation.

....

The police arrived quickly.

Thanks to the video evidence, the police didn't make things difficult for Roger or Luna. Once the man was detained, the two were free to leave.

As they stepped outside, Roger glanced up at the blazing sun and soaked in its warmth. Beside him, Luna said softly, "Um... Mr. Roger, thank you."

"Just call me Roger. I just happened to be nearby and stepped in. No need to thank me."

"No matter what, you saved me..." Hugging her bag tightly, Luna hesitated before asking, "Mr. Roger, could I have your contact information?"

"Hmm? Why?"

"I'd like to treat you to a meal sometime... to thank you."

Roger initially wanted to refuse—it was just a small act, and the police had handled most of the issue.

But seeing Luna's determined expression, he relented and gave her his contact information.

With a smile, she tightly clutched her bag and said, "Mr. Roger, I'll definitely repay you!"

"You don't have to push yourself..."

"No! A promise is a promise!"

Her earnest words caught Roger off guard—they aligned closely with his own beliefs.

After a moment, Roger asked, "Will you be okay getting home on your own? What about... your brother?"

"He's not my brother!"

"Alright... But what about debt collectors? If he owes money, they might—"

"It's fine. I've been renting a place; he doesn't know where I live."

She had taken precautions, knowing what kind of person her brother had become after falling into online gambling.

Roger nodded. "Looks like you've got things under control. Let's part ways here."

As Luna slung her bag over her shoulder, the unzipped bag spilled its contents onto the ground.

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"Let me help," Roger said, kneeling to gather the fallen items. Among the scattered papers were sketches—unfinished illustrations that caught Roger's eye.

"You're an art student?" he asked.

"Yeah, third year..." she replied.

"These look good. Why are they all unfinished?"

"I haven't finalized some of the designs yet."

Roger could sense her weariness—family issues had clearly taken a toll on her work.

After handing her the sketches, Roger said, "Keep at it. You'll be an amazing artist one day."

...

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his gaze locking onto one particular sketch.

"Roger?" Luna tilted her head in confusion.

"This... Is this based on Superman?" Roger asked, holding up a sketch of a character in armor adorned with six gemstones.

"No, it's based on Homelander," she said. "I reimagined him for a fan project."

"Homelander?"

"Yes. I imagined him as someone who grew up with proper guidance. What if he was raised by Iron Man in the Marvel universe? Eventually, he gathers the Infinity Stones to become 'Infinite Homelander.' Or maybe 'Infinite Superman' is a better name!"

Her enthusiasm lit up the conversation, but Roger's heart skipped a beat.

A character raised in the Marvel Universe by Iron Man... That sounds eerily familiar.

Could it be...

Trying to suppress his racing thoughts, Roger asked, "Why Homelander?"

"At first, I wanted to create a story about a regular person seeking power by gathering the Infinity Stones. But that idea felt too normal, so I switched to Homelander."

"Do you still have the earlier drafts?"

"I do! They're not here, though—I've kept them safe elsewhere."

Roger's curiosity deepened. "If it's alright, could I visit you sometime to see them?"

"Of course!" she replied without hesitation, quickly adding, "I mean, just to thank you, nothing more!"

Roger smiled. "Whenever you're free, just let me know. I'm really interested in your fan creations."

"Really? Then you should check out my Pixiv account!"

"Pixiv?"

"It's a site for sharing illustrations. I've uploaded a lot of drafts and finished pieces there!"

Roger jotted down her username, 'Mirror Moon,' and later searched for her account.

Among her uploads, he found an older draft of a female character eerily similar to the sketch he had seen earlier.

"..."

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