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Chapter 777: On the Training Plan for Super Villains
He actually knows what I like to drink?
The motherland was shaken, and an idea emerged uncontrollably.

Could it be that my father has always been paying attention to me? But why did he never show up? And he let me stay in that hellish place for so many years.

"What are you doing standing around? Come on."

Amber said kindly.

"Thank you."

Homelander followed him in and was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

Because what appeared in his eyes was a mess, the color of the floor and walls could no longer be distinguished, and he didn't know how long it had been since they had been cleaned.

"Father, have you always lived in a place like this?"

As he said this, he had to shut off his sense of smell, otherwise he wouldn't even have the courage to come in.

"What's wrong?"

Amber said nonchalantly, and picked up the bottle on the table. With his speed, it would be very easy for him to get the whole authentic original one, and it would not take more than three seconds.

"No, I just don't understand."

Homelander, who couldn't smell anything, pretended to take a deep breath and said, "With your ability, father, shouldn't you enjoy the best things? Villas, mansions, a group of hot girls, the best ingredients, the best wine, etc., instead of living in this kind of..."

He spread out his hands, and although he didn't finish the rest of his words, his meaning was conveyed.

"NONONO, John."

Amber handed the bottle over, watched the latter take it and pour it into his mouth, and then said with satisfaction: "Since I have everything at my fingertips, the things I should pursue cannot be just superficial."

Seeing his countryman's puzzled look, he sat down on the already black sofa with an extremely elegant posture.

"Confused? Maybe you are too young and haven't experienced what I have experienced."

"Can you tell me, father, what are you pursuing now?"

The Homelander asked very curiously.

"Something that cannot be obtained through violence alone."

Amber held up a finger. "For example, opponents."

Having said that, he showed a hint of disappointment.

"I once thought that you, who inherited my genes, could become such a person, but I didn't expect this."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

The motherland lowered his head in shame.

He knows that he is strong and the strongest.

This is the belief that Vought Corporation constantly instills, as well as the confidence that has been cultivated by never encountering an opponent that can sense danger.

“It’s really disappointing.”

Amber sighed, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about you. Although I know some things, it feels different when I hear them from you."

"No problem, Father."

In fact, Homelander also wants to talk about these things. As a monster who has never felt any warmth since childhood and has always been cruelly studied in the laboratory, he is afraid of family affection, longs for family affection, and his heart is very conflicted.

Although Amber, who appeared in front of him at this moment, was not similar to him in all aspects, the two of them had exactly the same abilities, and he was a super weakened version of her. This made him think a lot.

“I have lived in a laboratory since I can remember”

As Homelander's voice rang out in the room, the general outline of what he had been through was pretty much recounted.

To sum it up, it can be summed up in four words.

do whatever you want.

His powerful abilities make him always pursue more, better and more exciting things, so that his personality becomes very contradictory.

Having obtained all the material things that can be obtained, one still desires things that money cannot buy.

Just one point above the fans.

He longed for recognition, so he had to maintain a perfect image in front of people. He longed for family affection, so he kept drinking milk, and never spoke even though he knew Madeline had some thoughts.

It is a similar situation at this moment.

"Oh, my poor son."

After listening to this, Amber showed just the right amount of sympathy: "No wonder you are so weak."

"Father, in fact, besides you, I am the strongest person in the world."

The motherland felt that he had to defend himself: "No one or anything has ever been able to hurt me, and there has never been any setbacks or difficulties that can stop me. What others think is impossible to do is just a matter of raising my hand for me.

Your son is very good!"

"That's why I'm worried."

Amber shook her head gently. "There is nothing wrong with what you are pursuing, but my dear child, have you ever thought about this question: if you don't feel pain, how can people know your role?"

"Dad, I have more than 100 million fans on the Internet!"

The motherland said unconvinced.

"Really? How many times have you given speeches and flown around to save those ants to earn this?"

Amber put her hand on his head and gently rubbed his hair which was covered with who knows how much hairspray. "You are trying to please them, just like a castle made of sand at the seaside. Once it is hit by a big wave, it will return to its original shape."

"Father, you said it."

The motherland's mind was confused for a moment, "What does it mean?"

"It's simple. You need an opponent, and this country also needs a villain who can stand out in the open to let everyone know what you have paid for all these years."

Amber explained.

"But."

The motherland still couldn't accept it all at once. The domineering nature of his character made it impossible for him to convince himself.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

Amber said softly: "You are my only son. You just need to continue to be yourself. I will take care of the rest."

"Thank you, father, for letting me feel your father's love."

The motherland was moved, "Can I come to see you often in the future?"

"Sure, but I may not have the time."

Amber smiled and said, "Want to stay and rest tonight?"

The native wanted to agree, but when he saw the surrounding environment, he swallowed the words back.

As a superhuman with a slight obsession with cleanliness, I simply cannot stay in a place that is dirty and messy.

"Next time, father, do you need me to provide you with a house?"

"No, I guess I will rarely come here in the future."

Amber took out a pen and paper and wrote down a phone number: "Once this show starts, there is no way to stop it, even if you are my son."

"Don't worry, father. I can overcome everything!"

The motherland's smile was even a little silly at this moment.

"I hope so. I'll take you back."

Amber said without waiting for him to refuse. She put a hand on Homelander's shoulder and in less than a second, she crossed half the city and sent him back to the villa.

Looking at his clothes that had turned into rags and the red marks left by the excessive speed, Homelander once again confirmed a fact.

He is no match at all.

If Amber wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to react before any trace would be wiped out.

(End of this chapter)