As Homelander In Multiverse

The reason he didn't demand all of Vought but settled for 30% was simple—Homelander knew, as Edgar had said, he wasn't cut out to run a company.

But asking for that extra 10%? It wasn't just for the money. That 30% stake would be coming out of Edgar's pocket. Edgar couldn't pass that hit onto the other shareholders, nor would they ever agree. So, in the end, Edgar would bear the loss himself.

With 30% of Vought's shares in his hands, Edgar would effectively be working for Homelander.

And if he ever wanted to cash out? That 30% would be worth billions. Yes, a tidy little milestone.

After a brief pause, the Defense Secretary's voice returned through the communicator. "Alright. I'll speak to Mr. Edgar and convince him to relinquish 30%."

"So," the Secretary continued, "when will you take action?"

Homelander glanced down at Manhattan below, a faint smirk on his lips. "Soon."

The call ended.

He'd said "soon," but the actual timing? That was for Homelander to decide.

"No rush."

"Let's wait a bit."

"Just a bit longer."

"Money, power, fame... I want it all!"

At the helipad, Edgar hung up his call with the Defense Secretary, feeling a surge of frustration. His dark skin paled slightly, and his mouth tightened.

"Thirty percent. That devil..."

"He's got everything planned out. I'll be working under him as a mere employee. How... amusing."

Edgar rubbed a hand over his face. "And with the new department and a military rank of lieutenant colonel on top?"

"That bastard's going to have it all—money, power, influence."

Exhaling heavily, Edgar climbed into the helicopter just as the helipad began to tremble. It was now or never. Any longer, and they wouldn't be able to take off.

As the helicopter lifted into the sky, Edgar pulled out a separate phone and sent a short message:

"Initiate Operation Eclipse."

He turned to find Ice Princess staring out the window in awe. "Look, it's Homelander!"

As the helicopter ascended, they saw him—just below the moon, Homelander stood suspended in the air, like a living icon against the night sky.

Electricity crackled around Sparky. "Is he... just going to watch and do nothing?"

Edgar's gaze was icy. "No. He'll make his move."

Ice Princess turned to him. "So, what's he waiting for?"

Edgar's eyes dropped to the chaos below. "He's waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

Waiting?

He's waiting for the maximum possible reward.

That guy wanted it all: wealth, power, recognition—and it seemed he was after glory, too.

By swooping in when Manhattan's fate hung by a thread, when the people were in despair, he'd emerge as their savior, their last hope.

To them, he'd be a god, and they'd worship him for it.

They'd forget all about the horrors he'd caused inside the Empire State Building.

Edgar glanced at that shadowed figure under the silver moonlight, a voice in his head muttering in disbelief.

Is this even the same Homelander I once knew?

Then, suddenly, the figure turned and looked directly at their helicopter. The silhouette of his face was shadowed, but his glowing eyes pierced through the dark, brilliant against the backdrop of night.

Every muscle in Edgar's body seized. Fear, sharp as a serpent's fangs, coiled around his heart.

Then the figure turned away.

Edgar sagged in his seat, soaked in sweat, as if he'd just been dragged from the bottom of the ocean.

Down on Manhattan Island, the tremors grew stronger. Cracks split across Times Square, flocks of birds scattered in Central Park, the Met teetered, people screamed and fled down Broadway, and the Wall Street bull toppled over.

With a deafening crash, another building in Times Square snapped in half.

A young boy stumbled, sliding across the newly tilted ground, his scream piercing the chaos as he skidded toward an open window.

His father lunged after him, yelling, "No!"

He reached out, his fingers just inches away, only to watch as his son tumbled through the shattered glass.

"No! Jack!"

The father's eyes turned red, giving up on saving himself, determined to join his son.

But just then, the building's tilt stopped. It steadied, then evened out, tilting upward until the father came to a stop just near the shattered glass.

Stunned, he looked up. Outside the broken window, his son was rising, safely held in one hand.

A voice called from outside.

"Mind lending me a hand?"

"Could you get him somewhere safe?"

Without hesitation, the man scooped up his child and looked out. There, just beyond the glass, a golden-haired man, dressed in black, was hovering in midair, effortlessly holding up the building with one hand.

Even though it wasn't the usual blue and red suit, the father recognized him instantly.

"Homelander!"

Homelander gave a slight smile, then lifted the entire building, secured by his biofield, and slowly lowered it back to the ground.

Then, in a flash, he was gone.

Moments later, a golden beam of light struck the rooftop of another building, causing an explosion—and the tremors stopped.

Soon after, a massive voice echoed over the Manhattan skyline.

"It's over."

"You're safe now."

All around, people looked up to the skies.

They saw him, standing against the backdrop of glittering stars, hands on his hips, a silver moon framing him like a halo.

Simply by being there, he made everyone feel secure.

Then, voices began rising throughout Manhattan, gradually building into a thunderous chant.

"Homelander!"

"Homelander!"

"Homelander!"

Floating near the Empire State Building, Jeff looked up, realizing the tremors had stopped.

And from all around, he could hear it—the cheers, the praises, the chant of that name.

Inside the "Black Sovereign" armor, Jeff's eyes blazed with fury.

He'd activated Seismore, nearly brought Manhattan to its knees. He was about to give the government a lesson they'd never forget.

And then, he saw through the feed of his Raptor unit that guarded the Seismore device: Homelander had appeared from nowhere and destroyed Seismore with a single golden beam.

All of Jeff's plans were crumbling, undone in an instant.

But what enraged him most was Homelander's sudden change in attitude.

Why had he interfered now, after standing by and doing nothing?

Inside the armor, Jeff's face twisted in fury as he growled, "So he changed his mind... doesn't matter."

"I will not lose!"

"The Black Sovereign is the ultimate anti-Homelander weapon!"

"It's designed using real combat data from previous clashes against him. It's the ultimate weapon!"

"There's no way I'll lose!"

Then, suddenly, Jeff heard a voice behind him.

"What are you muttering about?"

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