Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Homelander Is a Child

When he heard Soldier Boy curse out Deep, the corner of Homelander’s mouth visibly twitched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled not to lose it.

Deep’s face turned dark red.

He wanted to say something.

He wanted to defend himself, to argue back, to say those dolphins had been willing.

But Deep glanced at Homelander.

Then he glanced at the disgust on Benjamin’s face and chose to shut his mouth.

Benjamin did not waste any more time on him. He was just a worthless fish-fucking loser.

Starlight had not arrived yet. If the events from the original plot really happened, he could find a chance to bully him and teach him another lesson then.

Soldier Boy turned his gaze to the last person who needed to be called out individually.

"Maeve."

Maeve paused.

She had already been called once, about Translucent.

"You need to be a real superhero."

His tone was completely different from all his previous reprimands.

To be honest, aside from being gay, Maeve did not really have anything worth calling out.

And there was nothing wrong with being gay. Hell, it was better than being into fish.

Compared with the others, she was almost too normal.

Maeve said nothing. Her lips moved slightly, and then she gave a firm nod.

Soldier Boy really did seem different from the rest of her teammates...

Maeve looked at Benjamin’s perfect, charismatic face and thought to herself.

"I will, sir," Maeve said.

Benjamin withdrew his gaze and looked at Homelander, who was watching the show from the side. "Everyone else, leave. Homelander stays."

The sound of chair legs scraping against the carpet rose throughout the conference room.

Translucent was the first to stand, quickly turning invisible and fleeing.

Deep followed right after him, head lowered and looking a little unhappy.

When A-Train turned his wheelchair, one of the wheels hit a table leg with a dull thud. He muttered a curse under his breath.

Ashley hurried out after them.

Maeve was the last to leave.

When she passed Benjamin, her steps paused slightly. She turned her head, glanced at him, and quickly left.

The conference room door closed heavily behind her.

...

Benjamin turned to face his son.

Homelander stood beside the head of the long table, his cape hanging quietly behind him.

His arms were no longer crossed. They hung at his sides instead.

That earlier posture, arms folded as he watched coldly from the side, was gone.

In its place was a stance even he himself was not quite used to.

Because everyone else had already been lectured, and now he was the only one left in the office.

Was his father going to scold him?

Homelander wondered silently.

Benjamin picked up the shield from the table, the metal edge tapping lightly against the tabletop.

He hung the shield over the back of the chair beside him, then pulled the chair out and sat down.

He raised a hand and pointed at the chair next to him with one finger.

"Sit."

Homelander hesitated for less than a second.

Then he sat down.

He did not lean back against the chair. Instead, he sat perfectly straight, both hands placed neatly on his knees, all ten fingertips resting right along the edge of the knee armor on his Supersuit.

His cape was trapped behind him, hanging through the gap between the seat and the backrest, pooling into a small patch of red on the carpet.

Benjamin looked at that posture and could not help finding it funny.

It felt oddly familiar.

In fact, he had rarely seen Homelander sit like this.

In his impression, Homelander either crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair with a lazy, superior air, or simply stood there, looking down at people with those blue eyes, his smile always carrying a touch of effortless arrogance.

But right now, with his knees together, hands flat on his lap, and back straight, Homelander looked no different from a ten-year-old sitting in a teacher’s office, waiting to be scolded.

An image flashed through Benjamin’s mind.

In Season 5 of the original series, the original body had taken Homelander to see Marathon.

At that time, Homelander had been wearing his Supersuit, yet he sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees and his back straight, quietly listening to the old men talk. He looked just like a child accompanying his father on a visit to an elder’s home.

Even when Marathon made crude jokes at his expense, Homelander didn’t immediately snap and kill him. He held back out of respect for Soldier Boy.

At his core, Homelander was nothing but a child.

Benjamin looked at the hands resting on his knees and suddenly realized something.

The man in front of him did not smoke, drink, use drugs, or visit prostitutes. He had no bad habits at all.

From a certain point of view, he could even be called a moral model among superheroes.

A fine young man... well, except for the part where he liked killing people.

Granted, the problem of liking to kill people outweighed all those good points combined.

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A child who had been tortured by Vought in a laboratory, then pulled out and thrown under the spotlight. A child who had never truly grown up.