As Homelander In Multiverse

At 10 a.m., Soldier Levin finally lifted the quilt, hearing his father knocking on the door outside.

"Son, it's time to get up and eat breakfast."

Levin picked up the alarm clock beside him and threw it. The alarm clock hit the door with a bang and fell to the ground.

Outside, his father sighed deeply, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

Levin got up, put on a hooded tracksuit, and pulled the hood over his head, covering it.

He then pulled the wheelchair beside him closer and used his hands to support his body, moving to the edge of the bed.

Struggling, he moved his numb legs to the side of the bed. As Levin attempted to transfer himself to the wheelchair, the wheelchair slipped away, and the soldier fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn it!"

He roared, slamming his fist on the floor, his eyes bloodshot.

It had been some time since he left the hospital.

During this period, he tried his best to pull himself together, but the result was that he increasingly hated his current self.

The Levin of the past was tall, sunny, and handsome.

In high school, he was already a prominent figure, with so many girls wanting to date him that they couldn't be counted on ten fingers.

Now Levin was a cripple, a useless person who couldn't go anywhere without a wheelchair.

Those friends had already left him, and no girls called him anymore.

He felt abandoned by the world.

And in fact, he was.

Aside from receiving compensation from Vought's special fund and aid from the military, no one cared about him anymore.

The media only wanted to see how miserable he was, to ride the wave of social sympathy.

But Levin didn't want to expose his weakness to the public at all.

At this moment, he stubbornly tried to crawl back into his wheelchair when a pair of strong hands lifted him and placed him in it.

Levin looked up. A flash of passionate red entered his vision, followed by calm black, and finally the chiseled face of Homelander.

Levin's mouth opened wide, unable to believe his eyes. "Homelander?"

"I must be dreaming. Why are you here?"

Homelander stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly. "I'm sorry. After we met at the hospital last time, I planned to take some time to visit you again."

"But some recent events have kept me busy, so it got delayed until today."

"Looks like you've been doing pretty badly."

"Please don't mind. I won't say any comforting nonsense."

"And I won't call you a hero or anything. We always have to face reality, don't we?"

Levin nodded. "Yes, as you can see, I'm doing terribly."

He slapped his legs hard. "I've become a useless person!"

"Homelander, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

"I want to walk on my own two feet. I want to go back to the battlefield. I want to prove that I'm not useless!"

As Levin spoke, he began to cry bitterly. "But now I can't do anything. The doctor said I'll never be able to stand up on my own again."

As he covered his face and sobbed, he heard Homelander say:

"Then borrow someone else's strength."

"For example, mine."

Levin lowered his hands and looked at Homelander.

Homelander casually picked up items in the room—photos, a football, a model—examining them as he spoke.

"If I told you that I might be able to help you stand again, would you believe me?"

Levin's entire body trembled as if struck by lightning. A voice inside him screamed: Say you believe him!

This is your chance! Levin, grab it! You must grab it!

"I believe you, sir!"

Levin clenched the wheelchair's armrest tightly. "I believe you, sir!"

Homelander turned around, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be so quick to decide."

"Let me put it this way: I can help you stand again, but you may have to say goodbye to your old life."

"You will live in darkness. You will fight for me."

"You may no longer have glory. Even if you use your strength to help others, they won't know who you are."

"Are you willing to become such a person?"

Levin stared at Homelander in astonishment, unable to answer immediately.

Homelander patted his shoulder. "Think it over carefully. There's no rush to answer."

"Tell me when we meet next time."

Days passed in the blink of an eye.

That evening, Levin sat in his wheelchair, watching some boys on the basketball court scrambling for the ball.

"Isn't that Levin? Oh my God, why are you in a wheelchair? Were you injured?"

"I'm Shelly. I just got back today. Do you still remember me?"

Levin looked up to see a girl walking toward him.

Shelly Dale.

She was the girl he had a crush on in high school, once his neighbor, but she left the country before graduating.

Perhaps because of this, Levin had enlisted in the army.

But he didn't expect that years later, the girl would return, only for him to be in a wheelchair.

"No, you've got the wrong person."

Levin quickly said, feeling a pang in his chest. He immediately turned his wheelchair, facing away from the girl, and left.

He heard the girl say, "Did I get it wrong?"

"Well, Levin couldn't possibly end up like this."

Hearing these words, a voice inside Levin shouted:

Stand up!

Stand up again!

Even if it means living in darkness, even if there's no glory to be had.

It's still better than being a useless person.

As he approached his house, a car suddenly stopped beside him, and several men jumped out.

One of them held a taser, shocking him unconscious.

When he woke up, Levin found himself tied to a chair.

A man walked over. "Awake, soldier?"

"Our boss wants to know something."

"Someone saw Homelander flying out of your window a few days ago."

"Our boss wants to know why he came to you and what you talked about."

Levin glared at him. "I won't say a word."

"Well, that's unfortunate." The man held up the taser and zapped Levin hard.

Levin grunted, his face turning red.

"Spit it out, soldier. Don't waste my time."

Levin spat at him.

"Playing tough guy, huh? Alright, let's see how long you can keep it up."

The man sneered, continuing to shock Levin.

The warehouse echoed with Levin's screams. He passed out twice, only to be woken up again.

This time, the man didn't use the taser. He pulled out a knife and pressed it to Levin's neck. "This is your last chance, soldier."

Levin roared, "Come on! Kill me!"

"Homelander will avenge me!"

"But I won't betray him!"

"When the whole world was mocking me, he was the only one who said, 'Hey, you're having a tough time, aren't you?'"

"He was the only one who cared about me!"

"So I won't betray him, you bastards!"

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