"Hey—let me ask you something. Did you secretly drink while you were at the company?"
"No! How could I possibly? I don't drink at all!"
Sebastian felt guilty, so he responded with an unusually defiant tone.
"Say that again?"
"I really didn't! Mom, I just… I'm not used to living in the company dorms. Can I sleep at home at night…?"
Sebastian boldly switched topics, trying to trigger Theresa's maternal tenderness.
"Sebastian, do you think just because I'm not with you, I don't know exactly what you're doing…?"
"How old are you? You dare drink—and you've learned to lie to your mother. I'm so disappointed in you, wuuuwuuu~~!"
Even through the phone, Theresa's roar hit like a sonic boom—then she began crying mid-sentence.
Sebastian froze. Once Theresa started crying, he became completely helpless. He could only apologize over and over, desperately trying to soothe her wounded heart.
"Do you understand? John is my man. He reports every single thing you do in that company straight to me…"
"Mazefak—?! JOHN, YOU TRAITOR! Don't you dare sleep tonight—you better keep one eye open!"
Sebastian yelled, certain that John was standing right beside Theresa, eavesdropping with pride.
"And you still dare threaten John?! Think nobody cares about you the moment you leave this house?"
"You forget the rules the moment you're on your own. Just you wait—I'm coming to the company right now…!"
"You @#￥%&*#—"
Theresa stopped crying instantly, shouted a string of curses, and hung up.
When the call ended, Sebastian exhaled in relief—but inside, anger was erupting.
That little brat John actually tattled on him to his mother. Completely violating the Way of Heaven.
If he didn't smash John's head in today, he wasn't living up to his name.
Who the hell raised me to be so spoiled—and who dares complain about me?!
What Sebastian forgot… was that hanging up was only the beginning.
Theresa always followed through. If she said she was coming to the company to drag him home—she would come.
Sure enough, John transformed into a mount and flew Theresa straight to Vought. She stormed in, grabbed Sebastian, and dragged him home for a "love-based education."
Theresa actually gave him face—she didn't beat him in front of his colleagues.
But once they got home…
The door closed.
The feather duster became an airborne weapon.
Sebastian sprinted around the room like his life depended on it.
Xiao Xingxiu and John silently squatted outside the house, not daring to take even one step inside for fear of friendly fire.
Sebastian didn't know how he survived Theresa's violent storm. What he did know was that he eventually stopped thinking altogether.
Theresa's physical attacks didn't hurt much—but her emotional attacks were fatal crits.
Finally, after Theresa's extended lecture and his dad's schadenfreude, Sebastian was kicked out and sent back to Vought.
Compared to Theresa—who was American—Xiao Xingxiu, being from theChina, was far more relaxed about Sebastian drinking.
After all, Chinese kids grew up around banquet tables. Who hasn't let a child dip a chopstick into wine? And with Sebastian's body, alcohol was basically the same as soda. He couldn't get drunk even if he tried.
But in America, underage drinking was a crime—something that could ruin a child's future.
Still, Theresa wasn't furious because of the drinking itself.
She was furious because Sebastian had lied to her.
When Sebastian returned to the company, he looked defeated, collapsed onto his bed, and knocked out instantly—physically and mentally exhausted.
Early the next morning, he stormed toward John's room with murder in his eyes.
And when he saw John lying there wide awake—clearly having guarded against ambush all night—Sebastian's fury exploded.
The battle between the two was moments from detonating.
At first, John didn't fight back.
Even though he felt zero guilt for snitching, he allowed Sebastian to land a few punches to vent his rage.
After all, what happened yesterday was indeed tragic for Sebastian—John could feel Theresa's aura from outside the door; his scalp had gone numb.
But when Sebastian threw punch after punch and showed no signs of stopping…
John finally got angry.
Who was he—?
He was John. The Homelander. Earth's God.
Was he being too patient lately?
After two punches, Sebastian was treating him like a designated punching bag?!
John launched a violent counterattack—
—and was immediately beaten into the dirt again.
Pinned down.
Pummeled.
Completely overwhelmed.
Only then did the dazed John understand a profound truth:
Sebastian's superpower = the physical ceiling.
In pure strength, he could never beat Sebastian.
So he switched tactics.
He turned to mobility—super flight—and super-rays, trying to kite Sebastian and throw him off.
But while Sebastian couldn't fly (yet), he did have:
Moonwalk
Shave
And the Dimensional Gates
If he pressed a gate to the ground of the Dimensional Farm, he could step through and stand anywhere he pleased—gravity meaningless.
Combine the Six Styles with the Tyrant Operating System?
His speed matched John's.
His reactions were sharper.
He could always catch John the moment he swooped in.
The battle escalated wildly—sky to ground, ground to sky, over and over.
The resulting energy output was equivalent to three Little Boys detonating.
The entire American military thought they were under nuclear attack from Russia.
The shockwaves were powerful enough to cause major earthquake-level tremors.
Even tens of kilometers away, the ground shook violently.
All traffic near Vought halted, and civilians fled in terror.
This was with Sebastian absorbing most of the impact.
And truthfully—after the first real exchange, the two were mostly acting.
It was time to flex for the world and increase their influence.
Otherwise, if they kept fighting seriously, half the city would be gone.
No one knew why the two gods fought—
but the world witnessed divine wrath that day.
The battle ended with Vought Square—the massive plaza capable of holding tens of thousands of fans—reduced to rubble.
Just as Sebastian intended.
From that day onward, the reputations of both the Captain and John reached an all-time peak.
Reporters from every country swarmed the scene.
News outlets worldwide broadcast the event nonstop.
Everyone wanted to know:
Who were these two heroes?
Why did they fight?
What power could level a city?
Even world leaders were panicking. If they didn't get answers soon, none of them would sleep well at night.
And so, countless reporters blocked Vought's entrance, desperate for an explanation.
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