Chapter 35: Big Events—Just My Style!

Night fell.

In the heart of Silver Tree Town, joyous music filled the air. Circus clowns performed acrobatics in the square, captivating the crowd.

Soon, fireworks lit up the sky, their dazzling bursts drawing smiles from every face. The entire town basked in an atmosphere of merriment and ease.

Up on the town's tallest structure—the clock tower—a firework exploded with a loud pop. But instead of vibrant sparks, a cloud of dark green smoke erupted into the night sky.

The clock tower's caretaker shook his head, muttering, "Great... a dud."

"I told you—these guys are third-rate. They're nothing like the circus I saw as a kid."

While he grumbled, more green smoke erupted from the tower, blanketing the area. Oddly, the smoke didn't rise but sank downward, carried by the wind toward the town square.

Moments later, the caretaker noticed the strange mist seeping into the tower. He coughed and instinctively covered his nose, retreating indoors.

Peering through the window at the thickening fog outside, he muttered, "Cheap fireworks... probably using junk explosives."

Then his body suddenly shuddered.

Collapsing to the floor, the caretaker convulsed violently. His vision blurred, tinged with blood-red hues. Even the dim bulb above him now glared like a blinding spotlight, making him wince in discomfort.

"What's... wrong with me?"

His teeth chattered as he fumbled for his phone to call emergency services. But no matter how many times he tried, the call wouldn't go through.

A sharp gasp escaped him, and he clutched his throat—unable to draw breath.

Within seconds, the caretaker lay motionless on the ground, his lifeless eyes wide with terror.

Meanwhile, the dark green mist continued to creep through the streets, spreading across the entire town.

Watching this unfold from the clock tower, a clown chuckled softly. He pulled a gold coin from his pocket, spinning it deftly between his fingers.

The coin bore the engraving of a bat.

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At that same moment...

Homelander floated in the vacuum of space, his eyes closed, facing the sun.

Golden rays bathed him, their light absorbed into his body as glimmering tendrils of energy coursed through his veins.

Within him, the intricate patterns of his circulatory system gleamed like threads of molten gold, illuminating ancient, arcane designs etched deep within his cells.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Homelander's eyes snapped open. His pupils radiated with brilliant, golden light—like twin suns at their zenith.

Delicate golden patterns shimmered across his temples but quickly receded as the glow in his eyes faded.

He exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

"Finally... fully charged."

"I can now unleash the full power of the Heat Vision—though I'm curious how many times I'll be able to use it."

Just then, a notification appeared across his vision.

[Warning: Disaster event detected. 7 hours and 14 minutes until impact.]

Homelander's brows furrowed.

"An early warning—seven hours in advance? This must be serious."

Without hesitation, he spun around and plummeted back toward Earth, his body igniting into a blazing streak of light as he re-entered the atmosphere.

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The next morning...

As sunlight streamed into the room, Homelander gently untangled himself from the slumbering Angelina, her limbs wrapped around him like an octopus.

With a playful tap on her peachy backside, he whispered, "Wake up, sleepyhead. We've got work to do."

Angelina groggily propped herself up, her voice still thick with sleep. "Already? Don't tell me you want more..."

Homelander chuckled. "Not that kind of work, sweetheart."

He left her to get dressed, while glowing messages materialized in front of his eyes.

[Disaster event detected.]

[Would you like to handle this event?]

Curious about what kind of catastrophe warranted such an early warning, Homelander accepted the mission.

[Event accepted.]

[Event Name: Rise of the Nocturnes – Opening Night]

[Details: The nearby town of Silver Tree is under siege by the Black Bat Circus, led by Brad Willy—known as the 'Midnight Jester' and a councilman of the Dark Night Assembly. The entire town's 2,174 residents have been converted into 'Night Thralls.']

[Mission Objectives: (1) Eliminate at least half of the Night Thralls; (2) Destroy the Black Bat Circus; (3) Kill Brad Willy, the Midnight Jester.]

[Event initiated.]

A grin spread across Homelander's face.

"Finally... something more exciting than a hostage rescue."

"This one's got it all—a rogue councilman, a sinister circus, and an army of undead thralls. Now this is a real challenge."

The thrill of the impending mission sent a surge of anticipation through him. "The rewards for this one should be impressive."

He gave Angelina another playful swat. "Up and at 'em, darling—we've got some bad guys to deal with."

Angelina groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Do we really have to?"

Homelander smirked. "Trust me, it'll be fun."

After leaving her to prepare, he made his way to the command center, where Ashley was waiting.

"Homelander, the costume team has some designs ready. Should I have them bring the sketches now?"

"Not yet," he replied. "We've got more urgent matters to deal with."

Homelander folded his arms, his gaze fixed on the wall-mounted screens as he waited for further updates. But after ten minutes of silence, nothing came through.

His expression darkened. There were only two possibilities:

Either the crisis in Silver Tree Town hadn't reached the government's radar—or the authorities were intentionally keeping the Seven out of it.

"Well... screw that."

Turning to Ashley, he ordered, "Get me the coordinates for Silver Tree Town."

"And gather the others."

Ashley rushed to carry out his instructions. Moments later, Ice Queen, Electric, Elemental, and Starlight entered the room.

"What about Maeve and Black Noir?" Homelander asked.

Ashley fidgeted nervously. "They left last night. I've already sent word for them to return, but..."

"Forget it. We move now."

Homelander's tone was decisive. "Silver Tree's in trouble—we're not waiting around."

"Ashley, get a chopper ready. The rest of you fly out immediately. I'll meet you there."

Without waiting for a response, Homelander shot out the window, a streak of blue fire trailing behind him.

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Following Ashley's coordinates, Homelander soon arrived at Silver Tree Town.

The town was small, its low buildings spread thinly across the landscape. With his enhanced vision, he could survey the entire area at a glance.

"Look over there!" Angelina's voice chimed in his ear.

She clung tightly to him as they descended, pointing toward a makeshift military camp just outside town. Soldiers bustled within the camp, and armored vehicles patrolled the perimeter.

Yet the town itself was eerily silent—far too quiet for a place with over two thousand residents.

Lowering his altitude, Homelander touched down in a dense forest near the town's edge. He set Angelina down gently.

"Stay here and wait for my signal," he instructed.

Angelina nodded obediently. This mission was intended to give her real combat experience, but Homelander didn't want to reveal her presence too soon.

With a nod, she stepped back as Homelander rocketed skyward, streaking toward the military encampment.

Seconds later, he crashed into the camp like a falling meteor, shaking the ground with the force of his landing. Soldiers stumbled and fell, struggling to regain their footing.

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