I am the Son of Homelander

"Ryan, hurry up, we should go to class."

In the early morning, the golden sun shone brightly. The lawn in front of the single-family house was neatly trimmed, and the sprinkler on the ground rotated, spraying a refreshing mist into the air.

It seemed like a beautiful morning. Two gentle calls from Becca, the mother, echoed from the villa.

The little boy with blue eyes was playing with toy cars on the swing hanging from the big tree in the yard. Immersed in his own world, he didn't hear her.

Outside the balcony of the house, on the wooden steps painted white, a young man lounged on a rattan chair, his feet casually resting on the railing. With a handsome face and deep eyes, he stared across the road with a hint of contempt. He paid no attention to his mother calling his brother. It was as if he had nothing to do with the family and was merely an outsider living with them.

"Ryan, did you hear me? Go and pack your things. You're going to be late."

After a moment, Becca, who had received no response, opened the door and leaned out halfway. She was in her thirties, with a pretty face. Wearing tight trousers and a white home shirt, she resembled a capable career woman. She called out to Ryan under the tree once again.

"I'm here, Mom!"

Ryan put down the toy car in his hand, smiled, and ran past the two of them into the house.

"Don't forget to bring pencils this time. You'll need them for art class."

Becca held the door open, watching her obedient son dash past her and head upstairs. A warm smile adorned her face, and motherly tenderness glimmered in her eyes.

The warm moment between mother and son was suddenly disrupted by a slightly sarcastic voice from the side.

"Why don't you just call the teacher to your home? Isn't it tiring to run back and forth every day?"

The young man on the rattan chair turned his head slightly, his magnetic voice tinged with mockery as he gazed at his mother casually.

"Ron, it would cost more money to call the teacher."

Turning to face her eldest son, who was different both physically and mentally, Becca's smile faltered. A hint of unfamiliarity and nervousness flickered across her face.

"Do you even need to spend money? Whatever you want, they'd do it for free, wouldn't they?"

Ron was used to Becca's attitude.

Although he was no longer an orphan after traveling through time again, his situation wasn't much different from one. The family lacked the role of a father, and his mother looked at him like he was some kind of freak.

"This community, where we've lived for eight years, was built specifically for us—a seemingly beautiful cage."

He spread his hands, his voice cold and dripping with sarcasm.

"Enough, Ron! I don't know what you're talking about. You're spouting nonsense again."

Hearing this, Becca's expression changed. Pretending to be angry to cover her unease, she warned her eldest son in a stern tone.

"Ron, you are not allowed to say such things to your brother!"

A woman is strong as a mother, and Becca's attitude became tough when it came to Ryan.

"Whatever you want to do."

Ron spread his hands disdainfully, saying nothing more.

After her warning, Becca returned to the house with a slightly flustered pace.

She had two sons. The younger one, Ryan, was well-behaved and cute. But the older son… he was born very different from ordinary people. He grew too fast—by the age of six, he was as tall as her, and now, at eight, he had already surpassed her in height. His appearance was no different from that of an adult.

From childhood, he never cried or made a fuss. He rarely spoke, and he didn't act like a child at all. There was always an air of indifference about him, which unsettled people.

Every time she talked to Ron, she couldn't help but think of the father of the two children—the man who was the world's most celebrated hero in the public eye, but in reality, was nothing short of a terrible demon.

**Chi Chi.**

The black car pulled out of the driveway, and Becca drove off to take Ryan to class.

"Becca, if you really love your son, you shouldn't keep him in a greenhouse. After all, this is a hypocritical and terrible world."

Ron, still lying on the rattan chair, retracted his gaze from the car and sneered, staring into the distance.

His piercing eyes seemed to penetrate this neatly arranged community, seeing those who constantly watched him from afar and the wall over a mile away.

After crossing over, Ron realized he had been transported into the world of *The Boys*.

It wasn't his first time crossing into another world.

"Compared to the last world, where dangers lurked at every corner and life-threatening events were frequent, this world isn't much better."

In some ways, it was even worse—a hypocritical, ugly, and dangerous world.

Drugs that gave people superpowers were abused, and countless ordinary people were unknowingly used as experimental subjects. Superheroes were treated like products, meticulously packaged to attract fans.

They were all sanctimonious, corrupt, and hypocritical. Fighting crime was nothing but a show. Everything revolved around money and fame.

The most powerful superhero in this world, Homelander, had superhuman abilities that could destroy the planet. Yet, he was a psychologically deformed, moody, and reckless ticking time bomb.

"Of course, with power like that, it's only natural to do whatever you want."

Ron licked his dry lips with a sneer. How many people with superhuman abilities would choose to be like Clark Kent—Superman, who lived among ordinary people as a journalist when he wasn't fighting crime—rather than Homelander, who stood at the top of the world, doing whatever he pleased?

Slowly, he rose from the rattan chair, entered the house, and climbed the stairs to his room. He closed the door behind him and drew the curtains.

With methodical precision, Ron began packing the items he had prepared in advance.

He changed into clothes that were easy to move in and slung on his backpack.

The world's surface might appear calm, but danger lurked everywhere. Homelander, capable of losing control at any moment, was a living nightmare. And Ron's identity made it nearly impossible to escape this vortex. He needed strength to protect himself.

"It's time for me to set off and gain strength."

In his room, Ron buttoned the sleeves of his jacket, one by one, while looking into the mirror. Hidden excitement gleamed in his eyes.

Originally, in the story, Homelander and Becca had only one illegitimate child—Ryan. Yet, for some unknown reason, Ron had been added to the equation, making them twins.

It wasn't entirely accurate to say Ron and Ryan were twins because the Homelander gene had mutated in Ron.

"I didn't inherit Homelander's abilities, but I got another surprise," Ron muttered, summoning the familiar system panel before him.

**Ability Points:** 21,000

**Recorded Template:** Homelander Physique (Ryan's Juvenile State) – Price: 300,000 Points

**Searched World:** X-Men

A few days ago, this system had appeared, announcing that his physiological state had matured to adulthood, officially activating its functions.

By influencing the fate of superheroes or supervillains, Ron could earn ability points, purchase templates of other people's powers, and integrate them into himself.

For years, Ron had believed his mutated gene was a curse. Unlike Ryan, he hadn't inherited Homelander's powers. Instead, his lifespan was drastically shortened—he looked like an 18- or 19-year-old despite being only eight.

Based on this rapid aging, he calculated that he might only live into his twenties. While others his age were heading off to college, he'd be ready to collect a pension and live a retired life.

But when the system appeared, his perspective shifted.

Perhaps his mutation wasn't a failure after all.

His shortened lifespan and ordinary physical constitution came with a unique advantage—his body had unlimited gene-carrying potential. No matter the type of genetic modification or ability infusion, his body could endure it.

A weaker starting point, but an infinite ceiling.

It was a perfect match for the template system.

**[Do you want to spend 50 ability points to travel to the world of X-Men?]**

Ron selected **Yes** without hesitation, activating the system's travel function.

He knew he could also influence the fates of characters in *The Boys* universe to earn ability points. For instance, over the past eight years, his existence had directly or indirectly altered the destinies of several individuals, earning him over 20,000 ability points.

But the current situation made gaining points within *The Boys* world increasingly difficult.

He glanced out the window.

From his vantage point, the neighborhood appeared like an ordinary community, but the truth was far more sinister. At the edge of the block stood a tall, gray wall, topped with electrified grids. Beyond it were elite troops, heavily armed and ever-watchful. The entire area was nothing less than a high-security prison.

This wasn't an accident.

Vought International, the corporate giant behind the creation of Compound V and the rise of superheroes, had engineered this setup. They needed Becca, Ryan, and Ron as leverage—a secret failsafe to control Homelander, the world's strongest and most unstable superhero, if he ever spiraled out of control.

Because of this, the three of them were trapped. Armed forces patrolled outside the walls, and undercover agents disguised as neighbors monitored them 24/7.

Ron clenched his fists.

With his current strength, escape was impossible.

But in another world, he could grow stronger.

"If I can't leave this cage now, I'll go to another world, gain the power I need, and come back to break free!"

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