Chapter 1

During the day, Gotham is the home of the happy and contented, but at night, it becomes the sewer where the rats rejoice.

Quiet, dead silent, filled with suffocating oppression—this is Gotham at night.

Here lies the most outrageous gap between rich and poor, the most unscrupulous criminal gangs. Order and chaos have never been as starkly contrasted as they are here.

If you're lucky enough to be a resident of Gotham, you must follow one iron rule: don't wander around after dark.

Otherwise, you might lose your money, your body, or even your life.

If he could live comfortably, who would want to be displaced? Mr. Napier, dressed in a somewhat shabby suit, managed to catch the last bus home.

Clutched in his arms was a buttered bread snatched from a discount promotion, which his wife had eaten three meals a day.

He was originally an engineer in a large corporation, but the company got caught up in gang fights and went bankrupt, leaving him unemployed. He could only find work as a comedian.

Crappy jokes and slightly embarrassing performances obviously didn't please the audience, and he exhausted himself for a small salary.

It was enough to support himself, not to mention his pregnant wife at home, and he had to spare time for all kinds of odd jobs.

Suffering did not knock him down. He was always full of joy at the thought of his soon-to-be-born child. As long as there was hope in his heart, life could go on.

After getting off the bus and walking a few more steps towards home, he heard a thud and saw a figure fall from the sky, landing on the side of the road not far from him, scaring him half to death.

He dared to look over and found a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who had fainted with a muttered "What's up" on his lips.

Napier didn't want to be nosy, but he couldn't bear to leave the boy there, imagining the terrible things that might happen.

Looking at the young man's innocent face, he finally relented and brought him home.

Mrs. Napier, who had just opened the door, saw her husband carrying an unconscious stranger and exclaimed, "Oh, my dear, what have you done?"

Napier explained in a panic, "Honey, it's not what you think. I saw him pass out on the side of the road and brought him home. I'll call the police now."

Mrs. Napier sighed with relief and quickly tidied up the sofa, letting the boy lie down.

A little worried, she said to her husband, "It's strange and pitiful for someone so young to be in this state. Do you think the police will handle it well?"

Napier comforted his wife, "Don't worry, there are good people like Officer Gordon at the police station. They will handle it."

Hearing the commotion, the boy woke from his grogginess, his thoughts chaotic.

Where am I? Why am I here?

He only remembered holding his mobile phone, watching the latest episode of "The Boys" with relish. Then everything went dark, and he lost consciousness before he could shout, waking up here.

From the vague conversation, he deduced that the kind couple in front of him had saved him.

Heh, I can actually understand them without any obstacles. Are they speaking Chinese?

Suddenly, a prompt sounded in his mind.

"Detecting that the host's personality perfectly matches the Homelander, successfully triggering the Homelander upgrade system. Do you choose to activate it?"

The boy was stunned. Are you kidding?

Anyone who has seen "The Boys" knows that although Homelander's abilities are similar to Superman's, he is a proper supervillain.

Just like an ordinary person suddenly gaining superpowers, this person is also a bit psychopathic—cold, cruel, moody, and arrogant.

Though he felt disgust, his body was very honest.

He chose to activate the system with a thought. In the next second, an attribute panel appeared in front of him out of thin air.

**[Name]:**

**[Faith]:** 0

**[Title]:** None

**[Strength]:** 8 (Ordinary People 10)

**[Defense]:** 7 (Ordinary People 10)

**[Speed]:** 8 (Ordinary People 10)

**[Mental Power]:** 6 (Ordinary People 10)

**[Energy Launch]:** 0

**[Ability]:** None

**Allocable Potential Points:** 0

*Note: When the host accumulates the power of faith to improve the character, it can obtain potential points. Potential points can improve the attributes of the character itself, and reaching a certain power of faith can extract various abilities.*

These stats are a bit weak—probably because of his current condition.

The voice in his head came again.

"The host can choose one of the following seven options as the initial ability."

**[Super Strength]

[Super Speed]

[Super Hearing]

[Super Endurance]

[Flight]

[Heat Vision]

[Perspective]**

He adjusted his mentality and decisively chose super endurance.

Just kidding—coming to this unknown world, saving your life is the most important thing. If you don't have your life, the cool abilities are meaningless.

As soon as the selection was completed, the defense value on the panel climbed wildly until it reached 10,000.

He found that in addition to enhancing physical resistance, super endurance allowed adaptation to various extreme environments, from high heat to extreme cold and even space.

Instantly, he felt his body filled with energy, this energy permeating every inch of his being.

Before he could fully grasp it, an irrepressible hunger surged up, making his stomach ache from emptiness.

Napier saw the boy's expressions fluctuating since he woke up, one moment happy, the next sad. Now his eyes were staring directly at the bread he was holding. Without thinking, he handed it over.

The boy took the bread and devoured it in an instant.

Although this amount was far from enough to fill his stomach, at least it alleviated some discomfort.

He glanced around the dim and narrow room—shabby furniture, and the couple's pale clothes, washed many times.

They must be living in poverty, and what he just ate was probably their daily ration.

Mrs. Napier looked at the boy's unfinished expression and said, "Poor little fellow, you must be starving. Jack, see if there's anything to eat at home."

He hurriedly stopped her and asked, "Kind lady, I accidentally fell and now remember nothing. Can you tell me where I am?"

"Oh, my poor child, have you even forgotten that this is Gotham City? Don't worry, my husband will contact the police to send you home immediately," Mrs. Napier said with pity.

This answer floored him.

Gotham? Batman? The DC Universe?

But even the system has appeared, so it doesn't seem that hard to accept.

It's okay to be here, but for now, let's solve the problem of eating.

"Sir, madam, thank you for your help. I will definitely repay you."

Not wanting to cause them any more trouble, he declined the Napier couple's hospitality and chose to leave, blending into the vast night.

Gotham, I'm coming!

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