"This isn't the first time. Just a few days ago, our teammate A-Train was ambushed at home."
"And now, Translucent's corpse is right in front of us. This means—someone is targeting The Seven."
Homelander spoke in a cold voice.
On his seat, Noir showed no visible reaction to seeing Translucent in such a gruesome state, as if he was used to bloody scenes. But upon hearing this, he straightened slightly.
After all, he was also one of The Seven.
"Who... who could've done this?" Madelyn's voice trembled slightly.
Two days ago, Vought discovered that Translucent had gone missing. She sent Homelander to look for him, but when he was found again, he was already in this state.
Homelander slowly withdrew his gaze from everyone's faces, smiling faintly, satisfied with their reactions.
Now everyone was more or less anxious about the mysterious entity targeting The Seven. Some were even visibly shaken—like the Deep, who looked like a frightened clown.
The only one who remained composed was him.
And that gave him a deep sense of superiority. Homelander lifted his chin—gods never feel fear.
"The question isn't who did it," Homelander said as he walked past the table, deliberately avoiding the fact that he hadn't figured that part out yet. He slowly swept his gaze over everyone's faces and said, "The real question is—they dared to do it."
There was no panic in his tone. Only a sense of unwavering resolve and ruthless authority, as if anchoring the room.
"They dared to ambush A-Train. They dared to kill Translucent. They dared to challenge us. Do you know what that means?"
No one responded.
"It means… they're not afraid of us." Homelander chuckled, as if he found that deeply amusing. "But I'll make them understand—they should be afraid!"
Just as Homelander was raising his voice to rally everyone behind him, playing the hero in a room full of fear and uncertainty, the doors to the council chamber suddenly opened.
The interruption immediately drew Homelander's annoyed glare—who dared barge in at a time like this?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sharp sound of leather shoes striking marble silenced the entire room in an instant.
Stan Edgar strode in. His tailored black suit fit perfectly on his tall, upright frame, and the eyes behind his glasses were cold as ice.
Following behind him was a young stranger—tall, handsome, with a relaxed smile in his eyes, dressed in a sleek, black-themed battle suit.
"Mr. Edgar?" Madelyn suddenly stood up and hurried over, her high heels clacking nervously across the marble floor.
Maeve, Starlight, and the others also stood—except A-Train, who was in a wheelchair with a broken leg. Worried that Mr. Edgar would think he was being disrespectful, he quickly wheeled himself aside, accidentally bumping his injury and wincing silently through the pain.
Edgar ignored Madelyn's greeting and walked straight toward the head seat.
That seat had always belonged solely to Homelander—and yet, no one dared to voice objection. Not even Homelander.
What shocked them even more was when the young man following Edgar casually sat down beside him, resting an elbow on the chair back and even crossing his legs, looking completely at ease—like he was at home.
His behavior, blatantly disrespectful before a man of Edgar's stature, didn't draw even a glance of rebuke. Edgar acted as if it were perfectly natural.
Everyone exchanged stunned glances. Even Homelander's eyelid twitched.
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"The CEO himself decided to pay us a visit," Homelander forced a light tone, shifting his gaze back from the mysterious young man, but there was an unmistakable edge of displeasure. "That's a first. You've never shown much interest in us before."
He subtly emphasized the word "us," trying to pull Maeve and the others into his camp.
Edgar removed his glasses and calmly wiped the lenses. "Let me introduce you," he said without even lifting his head. "This is Infinity. As of today, he's joining The Seven."
"He is under no one's command. He has full freedom to do whatever he wants."
Homelander's expression froze as he was directly ignored. Then his gaze shot toward the young man.
Maeve and the others also turned to look at him—some surprised, others curious. Who was this young man that Edgar, who never personally intervened, would introduce into The Seven?
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Another surge of Conquest Points appeared. In just a short moment, several hundred points had been gained. A trace of satisfaction flickered in Russell's eyes.
The stronger the individuals, the more Conquest Points they yielded. Homelander and Maeve were among the top three most powerful superhumans in this world.
"In Invincible's world, there may be more powerful beings, but nowhere else is a company CEO powerful enough to make even the most dangerous superheroes tremble."
He could easily rack up close to a thousand Conquest Points in a day—Russell was already looking forward to the days ahead.
Unlimited freedom… didn't that mean he outranked even Homelander?
Madelyn, who knew many secrets, was shocked. She glanced at Russell, then quickly at Homelander, trying to hide her shock and suspicions.
Could Infinity Man be the next-generation Homelander—like when the company replaced Soldier Boy with a more powerful and controllable version?
What no one in the room realized was that Edgar—the man they both feared and respected—was now nothing more than Russell's puppet. Every word and action was orchestrated by Russell himself.
It only looked like Edgar was speaking.
"Joining The Seven?" Homelander's voice suddenly rose. "There's a procedure! New members should be approved by me, the team leader. And besides—"
In The Seven, only he had ever had the authority to give orders. Even at Vought, he wasn't allowed to do whatever he wanted. So why could this guy?
Despite his godlike power, Homelander was obsessed with things that should've been beneath him—status, face, love, and validation.
Russell wasn't surprised by his reaction.
Homelander had always treated The Seven as his personal domain.
"The Seven is a Vought IP product," Edgar cut him off, putting his glasses back on. "And I'm the CEO." The lenses caught the light, hiding his eyes. His tone was so cold that everyone tensed—Starlight, new to the team, instinctively stepped back.
"My authority at Vought is absolute. I could disband or shelve The Seven entirely. So deciding to add a single member? Well within my rights."
A chill ran down Starlight's spine. The way the CEO spoke, it was as if they weren't people at all—but mere products, evaluated solely on marketability.
Humiliated in front of everyone, Homelander clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
He quickly glanced around—The Deep kept his head down, pretending to study his scaly gloves; Maeve stood with arms crossed, a faint sneer on her lips; Noir was expressionless under his mask, but everyone knew he was Vought's most loyal hound…
Those same teammates who had, moments ago, seemed to gravitate toward him in shared grief over Translucent's death—were now just silent onlookers.
What made him even more furious was that Infinity… was sitting there casually, watching his embarrassment with keen interest, as if Homelander's frustration and forced composure were amusing.
"How… how dare he!"
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