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Chapter 413 — This Is the Homelander? How Freaking Overpowered Is He?!
🕑 Added 2025-10-29 16:05:01 +0000 UTCBOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
A thunderous chain of impacts rocked the fortress hall.
Several Amazon warriors were hurled backward, crashing into the stone walls like ragdolls before crumpling to the floor in heaps of armor and dust. The sound of their weapons clattering echoed hollowly through the vast chamber.
None of them got back up.
Alex hadn’t even looked serious—his motion was lazy, almost dismissive—yet the sheer telekinetic force he released could’ve leveled a small mountain. The energy had hit them like an invisible hurricane.
The air still vibrated with residual pressure.
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> What the… what just happened?!
Antiope’s eyes went wide, her battle instincts screaming even as her brain struggled to process it.
Her elite guards—warriors personally trained under her command, some of Themyscira’s finest—had been wiped out by a single, casual gesture.
No divine artifact. No spell. No weapon.
Just… his will.
First, he’d torn through the fortress walls as if they were made of clay.
Now, he’d crushed her best soldiers without breaking stride.
Her pulse quickened, her muscles tensing.
Who was this man?
He didn’t just radiate power—he was power.
Every breath he took seemed to bend the air around him, the sheer intensity of his presence pressing down on the room like gravity itself.
Even Antiope, a battle-hardened Amazon who had fought monsters and gods, felt a faint chill crawl up her spine.
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> “Form ranks! Prepare for combat!”
Her command cut sharply through the tension.
Sword raised, she stepped forward without hesitation, her golden armor gleaming in the torchlight. The other Amazons responded instantly, forming a tight phalanx around her as they advanced with fierce discipline.
Their cries rose in unison—raw, defiant, and unbroken.
Themyscira would not bow.
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But before they could even reach him—
BOOM!
A sudden sonic crack ripped through the air. The world blurred.
Alex was gone.
In his place, only a swirling vacuum of displaced air remained, whipping at their hair and banners like a storm wind.
Then—
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Bodies hit walls, pillars, and the stone floor faster than the eye could track. One moment the Amazons were charging—
the next, they were strewn across the ground like fallen leaves after a storm.
The entire skirmish had lasted less than a heartbeat.
When the shockwave faded, Alex reappeared in the exact same spot he’d started from, hands relaxed at his sides, expression calm. His cape fluttered lightly in the breeze of his own power.
He looked as though nothing had happened.
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> “Impossible…”
“How can this be?!”
Antiope’s voice trembled despite her best effort to steady it. Her mind reeled as she stared at the man before her. She had seen gods, fought demigods, battled Ares’ monstrous creations—
but this was different.
This wasn’t divinity.
It was something colder, sharper—an overwhelming force that didn’t come from faith or magic, but from raw, absolute dominance.
> What kind of monster is he? How can someone like this even exist?
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> “Who are you?!”
Antiope forced herself upright, blood trickling from a cut on her temple.
Her grip tightened around her sword as she met his gaze.
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> “Homelander.”
Alex’s tone was calm, almost bored.
He didn’t bother to hide his name or posture like an intruder.
Why would he?
If these Amazons wanted to investigate him, they’d learn the truth soon enough.
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> “Homelander…?”
Antiope frowned. The name meant nothing to her.
It didn’t sound Greek, divine, or even Atlantean.
Had humanity really evolved that far while they remained hidden from the world?
Had a mortal man somehow reached this level of strength?
Was this “Homelander”… even human?
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BOOM!
Before her thoughts could settle, another deafening sonic blast shattered the air.
He was gone again.
Wind howled through the broken fortress halls, tugging at banners and scattering dust as Antiope’s hair whipped wildly across her face.
Then—nothing.
Silence.
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> “Did… did he really just leave?”
The words slipped out before she realized she’d spoken.
For a long, stunned moment, Antiope stood motionless, sword hanging limp at her side. Around her, groaning warriors struggled to rise, dazed and beaten.
If he’d wanted the Mother Box, he could’ve taken it.
If he’d wanted to slaughter them, none would still be breathing.
But instead… he’d just walked away.
> So what the hell was he even here for?
Confusion warred with pride and fear in her chest.
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Shaking off her daze, Antiope sprinted toward the pedestal where the Mother Box rested, glowing faintly in the dim light. She inspected it inch by inch, checking for cracks, scorch marks, any trace of tampering.
Seconds stretched.
Then—
> “Hah…”
She let out a shaky breath of relief.
Untouched.
Still safe.
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> “Antiope!”
The call thundered through the corridor, firm and commanding.
Queen Hippolyta strode into the chamber, her regal figure framed by flickering torchlight, a small detachment of armored guards following close behind. Her golden armor gleamed like fire.
> “Your Majesty!”
Antiope immediately knelt, pressing her fist to her chest.
Hippolyta’s sharp gaze swept the devastated hall—the fallen warriors, the shattered walls, the unscathed Mother Box—and for a fleeting moment, relief flickered across her face.
Then it hardened again.
> “Report. What happened here?”
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> “Your Majesty,” Antiope said gravely, rising to her feet, “the intruder was a young man—identity unknown. He called himself Homelander.”
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> “Homelander?”
The Queen repeated the name slowly, her brows knitting.
It sounded alien.
Unfamiliar.
And deeply unsettling.
Whoever he was, if he had shattered her fortress walls and escaped unscathed after defeating Themyscira’s elite guard, he was no ordinary mortal.
> “Did he flee into the sea? You haven’t sent anyone after him?”
Her gaze swept across the hall, searching for pursuit parties.
But all her warriors were still here—wounded, grounded, and silent.
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> “That’s not it, Your Majesty,” Antiope said quietly, shame flickering in her eyes.
“This may sound disgraceful, but… we weren’t his match at all. He didn’t flee. He defeated every one of us—and then… simply walked away.”
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> “What?”
For the first time, Queen Hippolyta looked truly stunned.
Themyscira’s fortress was guarded by the strongest of their kind—
Amazons who had once fought gods themselves.
And yet this man had crushed them… in seconds?
Her expression darkened.
> “If he defeated you,” Hippolyta asked, “then what of the Mother Box?”
Her gaze snapped toward the pedestal.
The cube remained there—glowing faintly, untouched.
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> “It’s strange,” Antiope admitted after a pause.
“He said he wasn’t interested in the Mother Box… and then left.”
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Hippolyta fell silent.
Her intuition screamed that something about this was off.
She had seen warriors driven by greed, by vengeance, by conquest—
but never by sheer disinterest.
He’d risked the wrath of Themyscira for… nothing?
> Did he break in just for fun? Because he was bored?
The thought made her grip her sword tighter.
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Before she could speak again—
> “Your Majesty! Bad news!”
An Amazon scout sprinted into the chamber, breathless, armor scraped with dust.
> “We’ve just received word—the royal treasury has been breached!”
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The Queen’s expression changed instantly.
A cold fury flashed in her eyes.
Her gaze met Antiope’s, and without needing to say more, both shouted the same name:
> “Homelander!”
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There was no longer any doubt.
The same intruder who had toyed with the fortress guard was now pillaging Themyscira’s sacred vault.
> “Move!”
Hippolyta’s order cracked like thunder.
She raised her sword and surged forward, her warriors racing after her as the sound of armored footsteps filled the halls.
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And indeed—
their suspicions were exactly right.
The man who had broken into Themyscira’s vault was Alex.
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After leaving the Mother Box chamber,
he had spread his awareness across the island—his senses like a living radar, mapping every structure, every artifact, every heartbeat.
Within seconds, he’d located it.
The treasury.
The heart of Themyscira’s wealth and divine heritage.
Without hesitation, he moved.
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The moment he reached it, he tore through the enchanted barriers like silk.
Every divine seal, every magical ward—nothing slowed him.
The golden gates ripped open with a single push of his hand.
And as he stepped inside, his eyes lit up.
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It was like walking into the heart of Olympus itself.
Shelves and pedestals overflowed with relics—
blades once wielded by gods,
armor forged by Hephaestus,
jewels that shimmered with the blood of the divine.
Mystical energy hummed in the air,
thick and intoxicating,
making the walls themselves seem alive.
Alex grinned faintly, unable to help himself.
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Then, in his mind, the familiar chime of his system echoed—
crisp, mechanical, and deeply satisfying.
> [Special item detected!]
[Analyzing…]
[Origin Energy +50,000!]
[Origin Energy +120,000!]
[Origin Energy +200,000!]
The notifications came one after another,
the numbers climbing rapidly.
Alex’s smile widened.
The vault wasn’t just a treasure trove—
It was a goldmine.
