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Jiro frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashing across his eyes.
"Rogue superpowered people? Out of control?"
Wanda immediately picked up on the shift in his expression and turned toward him. "What's wrong?"
Kara also set her book down and looked over. "Something happen?"
Snapping out of it, Jiro met their concerned gazes and carefully explained, "I just… sensed something."
Kara leaned forward slightly. "Did your super hearing pick something up?"
"Not exactly," Jiro shook his head slowly.
"It felt more like… a call," he paused, then rephrased it gently."Another world needs help."
Wanda's lips parted slightly. "You mean—like a parallel universe? Like the ones we visited before?"
"Yeah," Jiro nodded, running his fingers through her red hair. "But this time's different. I have to handle it myself."
Kara crossed her arms, intrigued. "You sure you don't need backup?"
Jiro shook his head. "This one's on me."
Wanda pouted slightly, disappointed. "Alright… how long will you be gone?"
"Shouldn't be long," he said, standing up and ruffling her hair.
"You two can hang out, explore a bit, maybe test out your new powers."
Kara shrugged with a grin, "Relax, I'll take good care of Wanda."
Wanda huffed playfully, "We'll see who's taking care of who."
Watching them bicker, Jiro chuckled softly.
"Alright, I'm off."
He raised his hand, golden magical runes swirling into existence. A glowing portal slowly opened in mid-air.
On the other side: a neon-lit city skyline, unfamiliar yet alive with energy.
Wanda stood up and kissed his cheek on tiptoe. "Come back soon."
Kara waved, smiling. "Don't keep the folks over there waiting."
Jiro nodded, then stepped into the portal.
With a flash of golden light, he vanished. The portal shimmered shut behind him.
Wanda and Kara exchanged a glance, then shrugged in perfect sync.
"So," Kara closed her book with a smile tugging at her lips, "Wanna see who flies faster?"
Wanda raised an eyebrow, "You sure about that?"
Kara stood, her battle suit snapping into place instantly. The gold-and-black cape fluttered dramatically.
"Only one way to find out."
Wanda laughed, spreading her golden-red wings behind her.
"Loser makes breakfast tomorrow."
"Deal!"
Before the words even finished, the two shot out of the villa—one red streak, one gold—blasting into the night sky.
Above, the stars twinkled. Below, the city lights sparkled.
And far away, Jiro had already entered another world.
The golden portal closed high above New York.
Jiro hovered in the night sky, cloaked in black battle armor, his cape fluttering behind him.
In an instant, his super senses kicked in. With his enhanced vision, he scanned the entire city below, piercing through clouds and walls with ease.
"Vought International… The Seven… Homelander?"
His expression turned strange.
His super hearing picked up the chaos throughout the city.
"Oh my god! It's Homelander!"
"Ha! Look at that loser Deep—can't even talk to fish right!"
"Maeve… do you really think we're doing the right thing?"
But what really made Jiro frown was what he saw.
Homelander floating in the sky, a sick smile on his face.
A-Train racing through the streets, smashing pedestrians like bowling pins without a second thought.
Black Noir silently cleaning his blood-stained knives.
The Deep muttering to himself in front of a mirror, his twisted reflection oozing narcissism.
Jiro: "…"
"System, you serious right now?" he asked in his mind.
[Ding! Detected: Vought International's superpowered operatives.Most have become threats to public safety.Host is requested to eliminate them to restore order.]
Jiro couldn't help but laugh.
"This? I thought it'd be some universe-ending crisis."
He shook his head and locked onto the Vought Tower.
"With this bunch? I could speedrun the whole mission."
"These fake-ass heroes… not even worth my warm-up."
This world had a twisted version of superheroes—owned and marketed by Vought International.
Here, heroes weren't really heroes. They were corporate products—shiny on the outside, rotten on the inside.Behind the fame lay corruption, violence, rape, drugs, and abuse of power.
Their top group, The Seven, was Vought's poster team. Outwardly symbols of justice—inside, pure scum.
They'd killed countless innocents. Jiro had no moral dilemma about ending them.
In the next second, he vanished—headed straight for Homelander in the sky.
New York – Vought Tower, Top Floor
Homelander had just returned, standing at the window, gazing over the city with that trademark fake smile.
"Hm… what should I do tomorrow?"
Suddenly, his super hearing picked up an odd disturbance in the air.
"Huh?"
He spun around—eyes narrowing in shock.
A man he'd never seen before was standing in his office.
Black armor. A cape. And on his chest… that familiar S symbol.
Homelander squinted, his smile turning dangerous.
"Who are you? How'd you get in here?"
Jiro crossed his arms and looked at him calmly.
"Come on. Can't recognize the real thing when you see it?"
Homelander blinked, then burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! You gotta be kidding me! I'm the real Superman! I'm Homelander! The whole damn world loves me!"
His face twisted, eyes glowing red.
"And you? You're a knockoff!"
Jiro sighed.
"You talk too much."
ZAP!
A golden heat vision beam—hotter and brighter than anything Homelander could produce—flashed across the room.
Homelander didn't even get to react.
Gone. Instantly.
Jiro lowered his gaze, not even sparing the body a second glance.
"That's it?"
He turned, super hearing already sweeping through the building.
"Time to take out the rest of the trash."
The Seven's Conference Room
The Deep stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his ridiculous scaly uniform and humming to himself.
"Mmm… still looking perfect today."
Suddenly—BOOM!—the conference room doors exploded, shattered by an invisible force!
The Deep yelped and spun around.
Jiro walked in slowly, black armor glinting under the lights, cape trailing behind him like a shadow.
The Deep's eyes bulged. He stammered, "W-Who are you?! Where's Homelander?!"
Jiro gave him a flat look. "Dead."
"WHAT?!" The Deep's face went pale.
"Don't worry," Jiro smiled pleasantly."You'll see him soon enough."
Deep Sea didn't even have time to scream.
Jiro raised his hand and swung it.
"BANG!!!"
An invisible force slammed Deep Sea into the wall.
Deep Sea: dead.
Vought Tower Hallway
A-Train was sprinting down the hallway, muttering angrily to himself.
"Damn it! That bastard Homelander stole my thunder again!"
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared right in front of him.
A-Train's eyes widened in shock, but at that speed, he couldn't stop at all!
"Get outta the way!!" he shouted and crashed straight into the figure.
"BOOM!!!"
It felt like he ran into a mountain—his entire skeleton shattered in an instant.
He collapsed to the floor, twitching in pain, looking up in terror at the man in front of him.
"Y-You…"
Jiro looked down at him coldly. "You've killed innocent people before, haven't you?"
A-Train turned pale, shaking his head violently. "No, no—it wasn't me!"
Jiro wasn't in the mood to argue. He raised his foot and stomped down.
"CRACK!"
A-Train: dead.
"....."