Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Choose a Husband or Choose a Son

Under the overpass.

Butcher and Becca were still arguing.

"Becca! Have you lost your fucking mind? You’d rather stay with that freak’s bastard than leave with me, your actual husband?"

Butcher asked, "And I mean it. I can raise Ryan."

The two of them were standing by the trunk, pulling back and forth.

Just then, footsteps echoed through the dark.

"Tap. Tap..."

"Now, let’s see who’s putting on this touching little family drama under a pitch-black bridge."

Homelander walked slowly out of the shadows, hands clasped behind his back, his steps smooth and graceful.

That signature fake smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze moved between the terrified Becca and the wary Butcher.

Becca flinched and stumbled back several steps.

But Butcher did not back down.

The moment he saw Homelander, he shoved Becca behind him and raised the gun in his hand.

Homelander looked at Butcher and clapped with exaggerated admiration.

"Clap. Clap. Clap."

"William Butcher. I have to say, I’m starting to see you in a whole new light."

Homelander tilted his head and said, "A powerless human like you actually slipped through Vought’s tightest security and found your way to a place that doesn’t even exist on any map. That kind of persistence really is fascinating."

Homelander’s smile widened, smugger than ever.

"But sadly, Butcher, you spent eight years tearing yourself apart chasing this, suffering through all that pain, and in the end, you were still one step behind me."

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"After all, I found this place before you did not long ago. I was the one who left the noblest bloodline inside the woman you love. And now, I’m the one taking your place as that adorable boy’s father."

Faced with Homelander’s vicious humiliation, Butcher said nothing.

Though it was less a provocation than a boast, Butcher still caught one important detail. Homelander had only found this place recently, which meant Vought had kept him in the dark too.

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Because Soldier Boy had returned?

After taunting Butcher, Homelander stared at him again with great interest.

Then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes sliding toward Becca, who stood off to the side trembling, watching Butcher with worry written all over her face.

Looking at this doomed pair of lovers, reunited after eight years of being torn apart, Homelander’s lips slowly stretched into a grin.

"Butcher, honestly, I really do admire you."

Homelander kept his hands behind his back and even strolled forward a couple of lazy steps.

"You’re like a cockroach that just won’t die no matter how many times someone stomps on it. Honestly, I’d love to keep playing this little game with you. It’s made my boring life a lot more entertaining. But..."

His tone shifted sharply. The smile disappeared, replaced by open irritation.

Homelander pointed at Becca.

"I have to say, your lovely wife is a real pain in the ass. Especially when I come here, thrilled to see my son, and she always finds some way to ruin it for me."

At that, Homelander suddenly leaned closer to Butcher, lowered his voice, and said, "So, William Butcher, since this whole thing started with that little accidental one-night stand between me and Becca, I’m going to be merciful and give you a choice."

"Take that precious Becca of yours and get the hell out of this community. Right now. Get out of my sight and never come back."

Homelander spread his hands and continued, "As for Ryan, leave him to me. I’ll take a little time and tell my son, with all the proper regret, that his mother cruelly abandoned him for some crude wild man."

"That way, Ryan will only have me in this world... me, his all-powerful father, and his grandfather. That’s practically a perfect ending, isn’t it?"

Hearing Homelander say it so casually, Butcher’s face shifted, because Homelander had just said exactly what he himself had been thinking.

Butcher’s breathing grew uneven.

For eight years, he had lived like a rat in the sewers.

The only thing keeping him alive had been revenge for Becca.

And now Becca was alive, and Homelander was willing to give her back to him.

For Butcher, it was a temptation he almost could not refuse.

Butcher turned his head and stared at Becca.

The meaning in his eyes could not have been clearer.

But under her husband’s burning, hopeful gaze, Becca’s body went stiff again.

Her lips trembled as she looked at Butcher and shook her head.

"No..."

Becca’s voice was full of pleading.

"No, William, no... Ryan can’t be without me. He can’t be without his mother!"

Becca went on, "You know better than anyone, William! What does a Supe child become without a mother to guide him? He can’t grow up like Homelander! I can’t abandon my own child. I just can’t!"

"Shut up!"

Every trace of amusement vanished from Homelander’s face. Deep in his eyes, two crimson lights began to gather.

That was why he truly hated Becca. Every time she spoke, she hit the rawest nerve buried deep inside him.

"You bitch. You dare bring that up in front of me?"

Homelander glared at Becca.

"I’m giving orders here. I’m not discussing it with you."

Homelander’s voice turned threatening.

"Becca, listen carefully. Either you get the hell out of here with Butcher right now, or I crush his bones inch by inch right in front of you, then burn his head to ash."

"And don’t forget, he’s the prime suspect in Translucent’s murder. If I take him out, I’ll be avenging Translucent while I’m at it."

Butcher looked at Becca again. This man, who had always been hard as iron, now had a rare pleading look in his eyes.

It was a brutally cruel choice. A mother forced to choose between the husband she had been separated from for eight years and the son she had carried in her womb.

Butcher clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

God, how he hoped Becca would choose to come back to him.

He was only Homelander’s son.

By all rights, she should have hated the son of the man who raped her.

And yet fate seemed to take a sick pleasure in grinding salt into Butcher’s wounds.

Becca closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the despair in them said everything.

Once again, she had let Butcher down.

"No, you can’t do this. Please, don’t..."

Becca shook her head in despair, her body going weak as she collapsed to the ground.

"Enough bullshit! Choose!"

Homelander advanced one step at a time, looming over her.

"Which is it? Lose your husband, or lose your son? Three seconds! Three!"

"Two!"