As Homelander In Multiverse

"This is what politicians do. It's normal that you can't outmaneuver them."

"Let me handle this."

"Who gave you this information?"

Maeve's voice wavered slightly. "Connor Jobry, the director of the Special Operations Division."

"Oh? The Department of Defense has a division like that?" Homelander shrugged, then picked up the stack of documents and walked out.

It took him a little while to locate the Special Operations Division's office among the nearly twenty thousand rooms in the building.

The office was bustling with people coming and going, but that didn't stop Homelander. He strode in with a casual smile and spoke:

"Is Director Connor Jobry in?"

His voice easily drowned out all other noise in the office.

A door at the back opened, and out stepped a short, stout man with a thick waist. "I'm Connor Jobry."

Because Homelander wasn't wearing his signature suit today, Jobry didn't recognize him at first.

That changed the moment Homelander flashed his ID badge. The director's expression immediately shifted, his face splitting into a sycophantic smile as he politely invited Homelander into his office.

Homelander shook his head, tossing the stack of documents onto the desk with little regard. "The Department of Defense wants us to handle superhuman crimes and terrorist threats. That's fine."

"But I need personnel. Here's a simple solution—give me command of Delta Force."

Delta Force was one of the four elite special forces units in the Federation. Highly trained, well-equipped, and battle-hardened, they were known as the nation's sharpest blade.

Jobry hadn't expected Homelander to make such an audacious demand right out of the gate.

He froze for a moment before responding, "Homelander, that's beyond my authority."

"Oh? Is that so?"

With a smile, Homelander picked up the stack of documents and lightly smacked them against Jobry's face.

"Then how do you have the nerve to ask me to handle superhuman crimes and terrorist threats?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't see through your little games?"

Cold sweat poured down Jobry's back as he forced out another nervous smile. "There might've been a misunderstanding from higher up. How about I ask around?"

"Ask what?"

"No need to ask."

"I'm more than happy to take on these responsibilities."

"But to do that, I need personnel. So, I'll say it again—I want command of Delta Force."

"Don't make me repeat myself a third time."

Jobry swallowed hard, nodding hastily. "I'll arrange a meeting with Secretary Wilson. He's the one who makes that call."

Homelander finally nodded. "Go ahead. I'll wait here."

"If I don't hear back by noon, I'll personally pay Secretary Wilson a visit."

"Yes, of course!" Jobry grabbed the documents and hurried out.

As he walked down the corridor, he sighed bitterly. "I really miscalculated this time."

"I thought we could get the Supes to tear each other apart, but instead, Homelander saw right through it and turned it to his advantage."

"If he gains control of Delta Force, he'll have real power."

"And once that happens, keeping him in check won't be so easy."

"But if we refuse him now, he'll go straight to Wilson himself."

Shaking his head in frustration, Jobry stepped into an elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

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A short while later, he entered a conference room.

Inside, Secretary of Defense Wilson was already seated, along with Dr. Vogelbaum—the man behind the Super Soldier Program—Dr. Kyle, who wore an advanced cybernetic eye, and several high-ranking military officials, including a general and multiple colonels.

It was clear they were in the middle of a high-level military discussion.

Jobry quickly leaned in and whispered Homelander's demand into Wilson's ear.

The aging, silver-haired Secretary of Defense listened in silence, then nodded. "Understood. You may leave."

After Jobry exited, Wilson's expression turned grim. He scanned the room before speaking.

"Jobry just brought some troubling news."

"Homelander is demanding command of Delta Force in exchange for handling superhuman crimes and terrorist threats."

"What? Has he lost his mind?!" The general slammed a hand against the table. "We can't put Delta Force under the command of a superhuman! He's no soldier—he's a performer in a costume!"

Another colonel voiced his concerns. "Maybe we made a mistake bringing Homelander into the Defense Department in the first place. Not long ago, Director Jenny Clement of the Contract Management Bureau suddenly jumped to her death."

"There was no direct evidence, but many suspect Homelander had something to do with it."

"Witnesses saw her leaving the Superhuman Oversight Division just before her death."

"And at that very moment, Homelander was seen watching her from inside the office."

Several officers nodded in agreement.

"Homelander is a massive threat—a ticking time bomb."

"With him inside the Defense Department, we're at constant risk."

"And worst of all, there's no one who can control him. Secretary Wilson, we can't let this continue."

The room buzzed with anxious discussion.

Wilson adjusted his glasses and turned to Dr. Vogelbaum. "Doctor, how is our research progressing?"

Vogelbaum's voice was measured. "Secretary, as I've told you before, this project won't produce results overnight."

"However, in anticipation of situations like this, I have made some preparations."

He retrieved a small case from his pocket and opened it, revealing a syringe filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid.

Wilson narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses to get a better look. "And this is?"

"A contingency measure."

"Injection of this serum temporarily grants a normal person superhuman abilities." Vogelbaum held up the syringe, shaking it slightly. "It's been through clinical trials and is guaranteed to work."

"There are, however, some… drawbacks."

"First, the effects only last about thirty minutes."

"Second, the power granted is entirely random—completely unpredictable."

"Third, it can only be used a maximum of three times. Exceeding that threshold is fatal."

"And even if the user doesn't exceed the limit, repeated usage still causes irreversible physical damage."

"Mild cases may develop chronic illnesses. Severe cases could have their lifespan drastically shortened."

The general scoffed. "And what good does that do us?"

Vogelbaum turned to him with a faint smile. "It means that, when faced with Homelander, you'll have a chance to fight back."

"Or at the very least, a chance to escape."

"But more importantly, it can be mass-produced."

Silence fell over the room.

If the serum could be mass-produced, it would change the battlefield. It could shift the balance of power in international negotiations.

Suddenly, this tiny syringe had everyone's attention.

Then—

The door swung open.

The general turned, prepared to berate whoever had barged in, but the words died in his throat.

A blonde man with an easygoing smile strolled into the room.

"Wow. Looks like a full house."

"Are we having a meeting?"

Homelander glanced around before settling his gaze on Wilson. "Sorry, I realized I had other matters to attend to, so I couldn't wait until noon. I figured I'd drop by now and hear your answer."

Then, his eyes shifted—

Landing on Dr. Vogelbaum.

The memories of his past resurfaced.

This was the man who created me.

A bright, almost too cheerful grin spread across Homelander's face.

"Well, well. What a surprise."

"Dr. Vogelbaum! I didn't know you'd joined the Department of Defense."

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