"Ryan, hurry up, we need to go to class. Google search and read."
Early in the morning, golden sunlight shone, and in front of the detached house, the lawn was neatly trimmed and beautiful, with sprinklers rotating and spraying fresh mist on the ground.
It seemed like a beautiful morning, and two gentle calls from his mother came from inside the Villa.
The little boy with azure eyes was playing with a toy car on a swing hanging from a large tree in the yard, immersed in his own World, and did not hear her.
Outside the house's balcony, on the wooden steps painted with White paint.
Lying on a rattan chair, with his feet casually resting on the railing, the young man had a handsome face and deep eyes, looking with a hint of disdain at the other side of the road.
He completely ignored his mother's calls to his younger brother.
It was as if he had no connection to this family, like an outsider staying there.
"Ryan, did you hear me? Hurry and pack your things, you're going to be late."
Soon, Becca, who had received no response, opened the door and leaned out halfway.
She was in her thirties, with a somewhat beautiful face, wearing close-fitting trousers and a White home shirt, like a very capable career woman, and she gently called out to Ryan under the big tree again.
"Coming, Mom."
Ryan put down the toy car in his hand, smiled, and ran past them into the house.
"This time, don't forget to bring your pencil; you'll need it for art class."
Becca held the door, watching her obedient son run past her and up the stairs, a smile on her face and maternal tenderness in her eyes.
The warm scene between mother and son was suddenly disrupted by a slightly sarcastic voice coming from the side at an inopportune moment.
"Why don't you have the teacher come to the house?
Isn't it tiring to go out every day?"
The young man lying on the rattan chair slightly turned his head, his voice magnetic, looking at his mother very casually.
"Ron, having the teacher come to the house costs more money."
Turning to face her eldest son, who was born at the same time as Ryan but whose physiology and psychology were different from ordinary people, Becca's smile was no longer as natural, with a subtle hint of unfamiliarity and tension.
"Still need to spend money?
They'll do anything you want for free, won't they?"
Ron was long accustomed to Becca's attitude.
Although he was no longer an orphan after his second transmigration, his situation was not much different from an orphan's.
The family lacked a father figure, and his mother looked at him like a freak.
"This community, where we've lived for eight years, isn't it specifically built for us—a seemingly beautiful cage?"
He spread his hands, saying with cold mockery.
"Enough, Ron, I don't know what you're talking about, you're talking nonsense again."
Hearing this, Becca's face changed, and she pretended to be angry to cover it up, warning her eldest son in a stern tone.
"Ron, you are not allowed to say these things to your brother!"
A woman becomes strong when she is a mother; when it came to Ryan, her attitude became firm.
"Suit yourself."
Ron shrugged disdainfully and said nothing.
After the warning, Becca returned to the house with slightly flustered steps.
She had two sons; the younger one was obedient and cute, while the elder one... was different from ordinary people since birth, with an overly fast growth rate. At six, he was as tall as her, and this year, at eight, he surpassed her, his mother, in height, looking no different from an adult young man.
From childhood, he never cried or made a fuss, rarely spoke, not at all like a child, always observing everything with a cold gaze, giving off an eerie feeling.
Every time she spoke to her eldest son, she instinctively thought of the two children's father—that man who was the most outstanding hero in the public eye, but was actually a terrifying demon.
Screech, screech.
The black car drove away from the house as Becca left to take her precious younger son to class.
"Becca, if you truly love your son, you shouldn't raise him in a greenhouse, after all, this is a hypocritical and terrible World."
Ron lay on the rattan chair, casually retracting his gaze from the departing car, and sneered as he looked into the distance.
His gaze seemed to penetrate this seemingly neat community, this cage, seeing those who were constantly monitoring him in the distance, seeing the wall more than a mile away.
After transmigrating, there were ubiquitous details, too many superhero merchandise items—Homelander, A-Train, Queen Maeve...
He found that he had transmigrated into The Boys' World.
It wasn't his first transmigration.
"Compared to the last World, which was full of dangers and frequently experienced major dangerous events, this World hasn't gotten much better."
In some ways, it was even worse—a hypocritical, ugly, and dangerous World!
Drugs that grant superpowers are abused, and a significant portion of the general public is used as test subjects without their knowledge.
Superheroes are launched like carefully packaged products to attract fans.
Each one is sanctimonious, corrupt, and hypocritical; fighting crime is actually just acting and showing off, with everything prioritizing money and fame.
The strongest superhero in the World, Homelander, possesses abilities similar to Superman. His power is enough to destroy the World, but he is actually a psychologically twisted, moody, and reckless ticking time bomb.
"However, it's only normal to act recklessly with such immense power."
Ron curled his lips into a cold smile, licking his dry lips.
How many people with Superman-like abilities would become like Superman Clark, who hides among ordinary people as a newspaper reporter except when fighting crime, rather than Homelander, who stands at the top of the Earth saying, 'I can do whatever I want'?
He slowly rose from the rattan chair, closed the door, went upstairs to his room, and drew the curtains.
He methodically packed the things he had prepared in advance.
He changed into clothes that allowed for easy movement and put on his backpack.
Underneath this World's calm surface lurked danger; Homelander alone, who could lose control at any moment, was a nightmare, and his own identity made it difficult to escape the vortex. He had to acquire power to protect himself.
"I should also set off now, to acquire power."
In the room, Ron fastened the buttons on his jacket sleeves one by one while looking in the mirror. In the mirror, his eyes hid excitement.
In the original story, Homelander and Becca only had one illegitimate child, Ryan, but for some unknown reason, he was added, making them twins.
Saying they were twins wasn't quite right either, because Homelander's genes had mutated in him.
"I didn't inherit Homelander's abilities, but I got another surprise."
Ron summoned the familiar panel.
Ability Points: 21,000
Recorded Templates: Homelander Physique (Ryan's Youthful State) Price: 300,000 points.
Worlds Searched: X-Men.
A few days ago, this thing appeared, saying it detected that the suitable host's physiological state had reached adulthood, and it officially activated.
By deflecting and influencing the fates of superheroes or supervillains, he could acquire Ability Points, purchase other people's ability templates, and transform himself.
Ron had always thought his genetic mutation was a failure, unlucky enough not to inherit Homelander's abilities, and his lifespan was shortened by nearly two-thirds.
At eight years old, he looked almost like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.
Calculated this way, at around twenty, when others were going to college, he could already collect his pension and retire early?
But the appearance of this thing made him realize that perhaps it wasn't a failure?
A shortened lifespan and an ordinary human physique in exchange for infinite genetic and physical carrying capacity, able to withstand any kind of genetic modification and ability infusion.
Lowering the lower limit, making the upper limit close to infinite.
It just perfectly matched this template system.
Is it worth 50 Ability Points to travel to the X-Men World?
Yes.
Ron gave the command, using the template system's ability to travel to another World.
Interfering with characters' fates and acquiring Ability Points could also be done in The Boys' World.
For example, his birth and growth; over eight years, he directly or indirectly interfered with many people's fates, gaining over 20,000 Ability Points.
But in the current situation, there were huge obstacles to going outside and interacting with others to quickly gain a large number of Ability Points.
He looked outside.
The perspective pulled back, looking down from above.
What looked like a free neighborhood ended in a tall gray wall, densely covered with an electric fence, with elite troops blocking and guarding outside, like a cold prison.
Vought Corporation, the giant company that created the miraculous Compound V and single-handedly shaped many superheroes, needed Becca, him, and Ryan to be a secret contingency for when the World's strongest hero, Homelander, lost control.
So, the three of them couldn't go anywhere.
Outside were fully armed special forces, and inside the neighborhood, others disguised as ordinary people monitored them around the clock.
With his current strength, it was impossible to leave here.
Since that was the case...
"Then I'll go to other Worlds to gain the ability to leave this prison!"