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Traveler: Emrys
Race: Human
Occupation: scavenger
Anchor World: None
Remaining Energy: 0.1 units
Remaining Source Power: 0 units
Anchor World: None
Time Remaining: 5:00:00
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On the Traveler System panel, the time remaining to stay in this world was the last five hours.
Emrys sent the composed message to Starlight.
Then, Starlight, under the guise of a gift from an unknowing fan, would deliver the agreed time and location into Homelander's hands.
After composing the second message, he sent it to Butcher.
Next, all he needed to do was wait quietly.
Emrys sat in the farmhouse, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.
Looking at the sky in the distance, the dim Sun gradually sank below the horizon, leaving behind golden afterglow that illuminated the wheat fields outside the farm into a brilliant gold, a breathtaking sight.
"It's really nice, but unfortunately, I have to go back soon."
A hint of reluctance flashed in Emrys' eyes, and he fell into deep sorrow.
One must know that even the Black Robe world, which was worse than dog shit, was still far better than the Warhammer Universe!
Rumble!
In the distant sky, clouds were shattered by a super-high-speed moving black dot, trailing a white line.
A piercing sonic boom traveled from far to near, carrying terrifying wind pressure and momentum, heading towards this desolate farmhouse.
"Finally, he's here."
Emrys extinguished the cigarette butt, his gaze calm.
Then, he injected a Temporary Compound No. 5 into his arm.
Dark, bulging veins protruded from his neck, like grotesque and sinister monsters, constantly wriggling and spreading along his body until they covered his entire face, and then slowly receded.
A figure stepped into the abandoned farm, bathed in the afterglow of the setting Sun.
"Interesting, I thought you'd hide like last time."
Homelander narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Emrys, his expression shifting erratically: "You've got guts. I brought the Compound V you wanted."
Saying this, he shook a vial filled with a brilliant blue liquid in front of Emrys, and said coldly: "Now, you should tell me where my son is."
"Of course, but I need to check it."
Emrys met Homelander's chilling gaze, saying fearlessly: "Although I believe you wouldn't trick me with a fake, the necessary procedures still need to be followed, right?"
"Hmph, suit yourself."
Homelander sneered and directly threw the agent: "I have many more Compound V like this."
Of course, there was one more thing he didn't say.
Once he got what he wanted from this kid's mouth, he would give this bastard a hot bath with his heat vision!
Conscience? Morality? Guilt?
No, no, no, when did he, the Homelander, ever have such things since he was born?
Emrys naturally knew Homelander's plan, but he wasn't flustered at all. He caught the thrown 'Compound V' and immediately used the Traveler System to identify it.
Item Detected: Compound V (Permanent)
A product of genetic engineering, capable of altering human inherited gene sequences and inducing superpowers.
Energy provided: 0 units
"Kid, did you see it clearly?"
Homelander frowned, a hint of impatience on his face: "I don't have time to waste with you, hurry up and tell me where 'Ryan' is?"
Considering that continuous injections in a short period would produce unpredictable side effects, Emrys temporarily put the Permanent Compound No. 5 into his embrace and looked at the impatient Homelander: "Do you remember the lady you raped eight years ago?"
"Which one are you referring to?" Homelander fell into thought, unable to recall at once.
"Rebecca, of course. It's okay if you don't remember."
Emrys smiled and continued: "After being raped by you, Rebecca became pregnant, and then, under Vought's supervision, gave birth to the first natural supe."
"Keep going!"
Homelander's breathing grew heavy, his face filled with fanaticism and excitement.
"Then, at the behest of Dr. Vogelbaum, the mother and son were hidden in a secret location." Emrys stopped abruptly here.
"What's next?"
Homelander, whose appetite had been fully whetted, stared with wide eyes, waiting for the rest.
"Next?"
Emrys spread his hands and shrugged: "Sorry, there's nothing next. I don't know where Vogelbaum hid them."
"Son of a bitch! Are you messing with me?"
Homelander hated being lied to more than anything, and his anger surged uncontrollably.
"No, don't misunderstand!"
Emrys seemed scared, quickly waving his hands to explain: "To correct you, I'm not messing with you, I'm just playing with you, Spurt Boy."
Spurt... Spurt Boy?!
A string in Homelander's mind seemed to snap suddenly.
This nickname brought back his most painful memories: being confined in a cramped room, only able to secretly masturbate alone at night.
Then, inevitably, he was discovered by one of the experimenters, who mocked him and gave him the nickname 'Spurt Boy'.
"What? Did you forget?" Emrys looked at the dazed Homelander, still provoking him: "This was the nickname Marty gave you, how intimate and fitting, Spurt Boy~"
"I'll kill you!!!"
Homelander's eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulging hideously.
Buzz!
Burning hot crimson beams shot from his eyes!
But unfortunately, Emrys was already prepared. Layers of Psionic energy formed an invisible barrier, and to ensure foolproof safety, the field deflection generator operated at maximum power!
The temperature in the dilapidated farmhouse plummeted, and the beams and haystacks were covered with a thin layer of frost!
The always-effective heat vision struck the Psionic barrier, immediately creating ripples!
"So this is a telekinetic Theta-Class Psionic."
Emrys experienced the power of the Psionic energy, gaining some confidence: "At least for a short time, Homelander's heat vision won't be enough to break the Psionic barrier."
Boom!
The heat vision, blocked by the Psionic barrier, dispersed like blooming fireworks.
Wherever the scorching beams passed, the walls and ceiling of the farmhouse were cleanly cut, the severed surfaces emitting the lingering red glow of high temperature.
Butcher, who was ambushed two or three kilometers outside the farmhouse, immediately stepped on the accelerator after seeing the red light streaking across the sky: "It's Homelander, let's hurry over!"
At the same time, Homelander in the farmhouse was stunned. He hadn't expected this kid to be able to block 'heat vision'!
"Done fighting?"
Emrys' eyes seemed to glow blue, his entire body floated three feet off the ground, and ice-blue flames burned around him: "Then next, it's my turn!"
Telekinesis spread, transforming into an invisible hand that tore down a beam from the farmhouse and hurled it violently at Homelander!
Boom!
The beam suddenly created a sonic boom, and layers of air waves surged.
In Homelander's astonishment, it knocked him flying, plowing a hundred-meter-long trench before finally stopping!
This level of impact could certainly not harm Homelander, but his face was utterly lost. Since his debut, when had he ever suffered such a loss?
"Very good, you've completely infuriated me, you bastard!"
Homelander furiously stomped the ground, and the earth within dozens of meters rolled as if a dragon had turned over.
Boom!
Accompanied by the curtain-like rising dust, Homelander suddenly broke the sound barrier.
Almost in an instant, Homelander rushed in front of Emrys. He raised his fist and struck out mercilessly.
The terrifying punch wind had not yet reached him, but Emrys clearly felt the terrifying, earth-shattering power, so he manipulated his telekinesis to pull him backward.
At the same time, Emrys extended his hand towards Homelander's position, his five fingers suddenly clenching: "Crush!"
Buzz!
A suffocating, invisible telekinetic force enveloped Homelander from all directions!
The immense pressure seemed to want to grind him into a pulp, but Homelander grinned hideously, breaking free from the restraint with overwhelming strength!
"Kid, I'm going to let you know what is the difference between an ant and a God!"
Homelander sneered, about to charge again and smash this bastard into a pulp with his fists.
But just then, a crimson laser beam suddenly shot out. Homelander had no time to react and was struck down from mid-air, plummeting directly to the ground.
"Good, he arrived just in time."
Emrys in mid-air breathed a slight sigh of relief, looking at the approaching Butcher.
"Who are you people?"
Homelander shook his head, looking bewildered at the three people who suddenly appeared.
"Yo, isn't this Homelander?"
Butcher clenched his fists, saying with a sinister grin: "As for us? Of course, we're all your fans!"
"A fan?"
Homelander still seemed bewildered, looking a bit dazed and innocent.
But soon, Butcher proved with his actions that he really was a fan—an extreme one, of course.
Eight years, a full eight years!
Searching for his wife, Rebecca, he had lived a life worse than death for those eight years!
Now, he could finally get his revenge. Filled with rage, Butcher roared and stepped forward, releasing scorching golden beams from his eyes!
"Heat Vision?"
Homelander's pupils contracted, but he reacted incredibly fast, immediately countering with his own Heat Vision.
Boom!
One red, one gold.
The two high-temperature beams collided in the air, triggering a violent explosion.
Gale-force winds howled, scorching airwaves spread, and as dust and smoke dispersed, Butcher, like a vengeful ghost, charged directly at Homelander.
Fueled by anger, Butcher's speed was even on par with Homelander's.
His five fingers suddenly clenched, as if the air was scrambling to escape through the gaps, and with the coordination of his muscles and bones, a series of thunderous roars seemed to erupt.
"Homelander, give me back my wife!!!"
"???"
Though Homelander's face was utterly confused, he also clenched his fist and struck back: "I don't even know your wife!"
Bang!
A deep, massive sound exploded in the open field!
A fierce wind suddenly rose, the wheat stalks bending low, and layers of airwaves spread out from the two of them. A powerful Impact swept in all directions, trampling the surroundings into a mess.
The ground, as if unable to bear their combined strength, let out a mournful groan of protest, collapsing several inches downwards, as smoke and sand, like a curtain, shot straight into the sky!
The tranquil and peaceful farmhouse from moments ago instantly turned into ruins.
The two powerful bodies exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. The force generated by their collisions was like an invisible push, repelling the air in continuous, surging waves.
Deafening roars, mixed with the explosive sound waves of breaking the sound barrier, erupted in this abandoned farm!
"Should… should we help?"
Frenchie swallowed, wiping the cold sweat from his face, and turned to Marvin.
"Help? How the fuck do we help?"
Marvin's mouth twitched. They were completely superfluous!
When immortals fight, mortals suffer. They had thought that after injecting Compound V, they would become a bit stronger.
Now it seemed they had thought too much; they simply weren't worthy!
He forgot to mention, Marvin's superpower allowed his entire body to be covered in hard spikes, like a porcupine, but he couldn't shoot them out.
Frenchie's superpower allowed his two arms to detach from his body.
Fortunately, Emrys hadn't paid too much attention to these two; they were just there to make up the numbers. The real heavy hitter still had to be Butcher!
"Wow, as expected of Butcher."
Emrys, in mid-air, looked at the two intensely fighting and couldn't help but praise, "He can actually fight Homelander to a standstill."
Butcher's life-for-a-life fighting style truly startled Homelander.
He tried to fly into the sky several times, but was directly suppressed by Emrys, who was observing from the side, using his psychic abilities!
If it were just Butcher, Homelander wouldn't be afraid, but there was also an extremely insidious bastard who kept taking cheap shots at him from the side!
Gradually, Homelander began to fall behind, taking several punches to the face from Butcher.
His once handsome face became swollen, and his hair was disheveled. Though furious, a hint of fear arose in his heart.
Unlike ordinary people, fear actually ignited Homelander's will to survive, allowing him to suppress the berserk Butcher.
"Damn it, Emrys, where's your secret medicine?!"
Butcher, taking a beating head-on and struggling to hold on, finally couldn't take it anymore and roared at Emrys in the sky, "Get it out for me, I can't hold him off any longer!"
"Wait a little longer!"
At this moment, Emrys calmed his mind and focused intently.
He was going to attempt a daring idea, one that might lead to unforeseen consequences, but to test the limits of psychic power in other worlds, he had to do it!
Although he wasn't sure what Emrys was up to, Butcher knew that they were now like grasshoppers tied to a single string, so he could only curse inwardly and desperately hold off Homelander.
And Homelander?
He had already realized that today was a death trap specifically set for him. Driven by his will to survive, he erupted with even greater power, desperately trying to shake off Butcher.
"Hurry, I can't hold on!"
Butcher was truly at his limit, being savagely beaten by the frenzied Homelander.
"Done!"
Emrys' eyes suddenly snapped open, and the psychic energy around him surged like a tsunami!
In an instant, Homelander sensed danger.
It was a terror he had never experienced, something that could truly threaten his life. He desperately wanted to escape.
But it was too late!
"Doomsday Vortex!!!"
Veins bulged on Emrys' forehead, and icy blue flames burned fiercely.
Vast psychic energy directly warped space-time, as if to pierce through the material universe, reaching the Immaterium where countless souls echoed!
"No, no!!!"
Homelander screamed in terror, desperately trying to fly away from this terrifying area.
The space warped by psychic energy brutally snapped his legs, and blood splattered in mid-air.
"Ah ah ah!"
Homelander's face contorted in pain, and he could no longer control himself, falling downwards.
But the space warped by psychic energy also immediately returned to its original state.
"As expected, in other Universes, it's impossible to open a rift between the material universe and the Warp." Emrys was drenched in sweat as if dehydrated, deep fatigue lingered in his pupils, and he gasped for breath.
Homelander, with his legs broken, wailed and screamed, his eyes filled with terror.
Since birth, he had never sustained such severe injuries. His steel body allowed him to calmly face guns and cannons, but now… that self-confidence was shattered!
"We succeeded! We succeeded!"
Butcher's ecstasy was uncontrollable; the invincible Homelander had finally fallen!
But just then, another figure suddenly joined the battlefield.
With flowing, heroic long hair and a curvaceous figure, it was none other than one of The Seven, Queen Maeve!
"Homelander?"
Upon seeing Homelander's injuries, Queen Maeve immediately showed a look of horror.
"Quick, save me, Maeve!" Homelander was overjoyed, not expecting to find salvation in such a desperate situation: "These people want to kill me, quick, save me!"
"Damn it!"
Butcher's pupils narrowed, and a golden laser shot out.
But Queen Maeve was incredibly fast, directly blocking the laser and shielding Homelander behind her.
"What a pity."
Looking at Queen Maeve, who had suddenly joined the battlefield, Emrys knew he had missed his chance.
Once Vought learned of Homelander's predicament, they would quickly send reinforcements. With Queen Maeve protecting the heavily injured Homelander, ending the battle quickly was practically impossible.
Was this the so-called 'plot armor in action'?
The plan to acquire 'Source Power' had failed, but Emrys wasn't disheartened.
He had originally intended to use this opportunity to test the difficulty of killing protagonists or villains, to mentally prepare for future 'Source Power' acquisition.
Now it seemed that easily killing characters with 'plot armor' was indeed quite difficult.
"What now?"
Butcher looked at Emrys. He still didn't want to give up this chance to kill Homelander: "I'll hold off Queen Maeve, you go deal with Homelander?"
"Sorry, time's up."
Emrys looked down at his wristband and flashed a smile at everyone.
Everyone, who had been fighting like mad dogs, was stunned by this sudden remark, unsure what Emrys was up to.
But, in the very next second, Emrys, quite courteously and politely, bowed to everyone: "Thank you all for your care these past few days. I hope you are all in good health when we meet again. Bye bye!"
As his words fell, the time just hit zero!
[Stay duration ended]
[Source Points insufficient, unable to fix anchor point]
[Energy insufficient, unable to continue staying]
[Traveler, returning immediately to original world]
Then, under everyone's gaze, Emrys suddenly vanished.
As if he had never appeared, leaving no trace.
The scene fell into an eerie silence. The remaining heavily injured Homelander and Queen Maeve slowly shifted their gaze to Butcher, Frenchie, and Marvin.
In an instant, Butcher's eyes were bloodshot, and a mouthful of old blood surged up, directly gushing out.
"Emrys, you motherfucker!"