Homelander: New Legacy

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When Roger arrived at the White House, a significant military force had already gathered outside.

Various military units were fully deployed, with armored vehicles arriving on the scene, and Roger even spotted tanks.

Yet, everyone knew that such equipment was useless against superhumans, especially someone as powerful as Stormfront, who was second only to Roger in strength.

Hovering high above, Roger didn’t force his way into the White House, nor did he engage with the military stationed outside.

Instead, Roger decided to solve the problem remotely with his X-ray vision and heat vision, rather than bulldozing his way in.

Although he could storm in if necessary, doing so would put the hostages' lives at risk.

Roger still needed the current president alive to carry out certain tasks for him.

For that reason, barging in wasn't an option. Roger intended to see if he could solve this through an "assassination."

The warm sunlight from the sky bathed him, and his body absorbed the energy, strengthening his vision.

With ease, his X-ray vision pierced through countless layers of structures, revealing Stormfront's position, as well as the trembling government officials placed by her side.

Now that Stormfront's location was confirmed, the next step was simple.

Roger’s eyes flashed with a red glow. His enhanced heat vision could easily penetrate the many buildings and strike Stormfront directly.

As long as he took his time aiming, this wouldn’t be complicated. Stormfront would die by Roger’s hand.

However, just as Roger was about to act, he heard Stormfront’s voice.

“Homelander, I know you’re watching and listening. I can guess what you're planning, but I advise you to calm down. Supersonic has the launch codes and keys for the nuclear missiles. If I die, Supersonic will trigger them.”

“!”

Roger froze. His eyes scanned the entire White House, but he didn’t see Supersonic anywhere.

"How did they get the launch codes…"

Though he couldn’t find Supersonic, Roger wasn’t ready to believe Stormfront immediately. He needed to assess the truth of her claim.

Even if their lives were threatened, the president and officials shouldn't give up the launch codes so easily. It wasn’t because they were virtuous, but they knew that once those codes were out, they wouldn't survive long.

Angry citizens wouldn’t understand their predicament; they’d only tear them apart.

So Roger remained skeptical of Stormfront’s words, though he couldn’t risk ignoring them.

With a sigh, Roger knew that the idea of an 'assassination' was likely out of the question. Instead, he descended from the sky and landed in front of the military personnel. Grabbing a loudspeaker, he addressed those inside the White House:

“Stormfront, state your demands.”

“My demands have been clear.”

Stormfront emerged from the White House, descending from the sky with a smile as she faced Roger.

“All humans must be injected with Compound V. Vought must be absolved of all its crimes. And… a superhuman army must be formed. These are my terms.”

“Don’t you think you're asking for too much?” Roger responded calmly.

“Too much? No, I don’t think so. Don’t you think there’s too much filth in this world? We need to clean it up so the air can be fresher,” Stormfront said, staring intently at Roger, almost like a cult leader, as she continued:

“Homelander, I know you're not some parallel-world human or alien. You're Homelander, born and bred by Vought! You’re the most perfect superhuman on this planet. So you should be on my side! You could be the king of a new world!”

Stormfront’s eyes glowed with fanaticism as she imagined herself and Roger ruling the world together, her ultimate dream.

Roger, holding the loudspeaker, sighed in exasperation. Tossing it to a nearby soldier, he asked Stormfront:

“Stormfront, this is technically our first face-to-face conversation, so I want to ask you one question.”

“What is it?”

“You want to turn all white people into superhumans and have them rule the world… so, let’s say you succeed. What would you do after that?”

A brief look of confusion flashed in Stormfront’s eyes before she replied:

“Of course, I would rule the world! Establish a superhuman regime…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. But let’s say you’ve already done that.

“Picture this, you’re now the queen of a world ruled only by superhumans... Sorry, correction: only white superhumans. What next?”

“Well, if I achieved all that, I’d enjoy the life I deserve with my loved ones…”

“If that’s the case, why not just do that now? You don’t need to rule the world,” Roger said, continuing his line of thought.

Stormfront fell silent, then asked, “…So, you’re trying to convince me to stop?”

“Of course. That’s exactly what I’m saying. Isn’t it obvious?” Roger didn’t hide his intentions as he said to Stormfront:

“Honestly, I’ve never understood you people who want to conquer the world or rule it with some ‘great purpose.’

“What’s so great about ruling the world? With your current strength, what can’t you already do? If you want to enjoy life, just go enjoy it. If you hate people of color, then just avoid them.

“You go through all this trouble to establish a new regime, rule the world, deal with all sorts of headaches, and when you make a mistake, resistance groups will pop up... Yes, I know what you’re about to say, you'll kill them, right?

“But what if more show up? Keep killing? What’s the point?”

“…”

Stormfront remained silent.

Roger, however, was on a roll, continuing his tirade against her:

“And besides, if you want to set up a superhuman government, why not just do it yourself? Why kidnap the president and officials? Doesn’t that prove that even you think what you're doing isn’t legitimate? You need their approval to make it ‘official’?”

“That’s insecurity, Stormfront. You’re insecure.”

“Enough!”

Hearing Roger drone on like a chatterbox, Stormfront couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted at him.

Her eyes filled with a mix of disappointment as she said:

“Homelander, I misjudged you. I thought you’d be on my side. You’re supposed to be the perfect superhuman…”

“You’re right; you did misjudge me.”

Roger didn’t hesitate to admit it, then, in front of Stormfront, pulled out a phone and made a call:

“Hope, how’s it going on your end?”

“We’ve got him,” Hope replied from the other end of the line, standing over the unconscious body of Supersonic. She added, “He’s fast, but caught off guard, he’s no different from a regular person. So, no need to worry about the nukes.”

As Hope spoke, Roger had the phone on speaker.

Stormfront’s eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at Roger and asked:

“You… You were just stalling for time!?”

“Well, duh. Why else would I waste my breath talking to you?”

“Homelander!!!!”

Feeling betrayed by Roger’s defection from the superhuman cause, Stormfront screamed his name in fury.

Blue-violet lightning surged around her as she rose into the air, preparing to unleash her wrath and incinerate every living being nearby.

But Roger wasn’t concerned at all. He simply said to her:

“Don’t call me Homelander. Call me Superman, please. And… I’m sorry, but it’s time to say goodbye.”

“?”

Stormfront froze in confusion as Roger raised his finger and pointed toward the sky.

She followed his gesture and saw a dark shape growing larger, rapidly descending toward her.

As the object neared, she realized it was an axe, a massive, lightning-charged, spinning battle axe heading straight for her!

Instinctively, she raised her hands, attempting to deflect the axe with her lightning, but to her horror, the axe wasn’t slowed in the slightest.

Her once unstoppable lightning was as ineffective as air against the axe.

“This can’t....”

BANG!

Before she could finish her sentence, the axe sliced through her lightning, then her body, pinning her to the ground in front of the White House.

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