The Boys: Evil Ryan, Plundering The Metaverse Chapter 1 1: 01: A Second Chance

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Warning: The MC is batshit crazy, but not a crazy man-child like Holander. He is EVIL. OK? Not an anti-hero or a misunderstood villain. E.V.I.L. i.e., he'll kill major plot characters and do evil shit.

If any of that bothers you, then this is not for you.

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The return of consciousness hit like a drowning man clawing his way up through thick, black syrup toward the surface.

A muffled voice pushed through, like soone shouting from the other side of a frosted window.

"Ryan? Ryan, baby, are you awake?"

He cracked his eyes open. The overhead lights stabbed straight into his skull and he winced hard.

Unfamiliar ceiling. The air slled like hospital disinfectant mixed with cheap vanilla air freshener.

His body felt wrong. Weak. Limp. Every joint empty, like all the strength had been sucked out and replaced with the soft, useless limbs of a kid.

Ryan…

The na dropped into his head like a rock into a still pond, sending ugly ripples everywhere.

Then the mories slamd in, whether he wanted them or not. A flood of soone else's short, shitty little life. Loneliness. Fear. Hiding under blankets. Waiting for monsters that always ca.

"Wait. Wasn't I set up by those corporate cocksuckers and flattened by a hundred-ton dump truck?"

"How the fuck am I still breathing?"

"And why the hell am I a kid now?"

Before he could even start sorting through that clusterfuck, the soft female voice ca again, closer this ti.

Light footsteps. Careful. Like she was scared of startling him.

He turned his head on instinct. A beautiful woman filled his blurry vision.

Long dark brown hair. Gentle eyes that looked like they actually gave a shit. Perfect mix of concern and barely-hidden worry all over her face.

He knew that face instantly.

Becca Butcher.

Holander's secret piece of ass from that dark-as-fuck show The Boys.

The sa woman who'd wrecked Billy Butcher's entire life and turned him into the raging psycho he was today.

Everything clicked together in one ugly second.

The na Ryan. This face. The raw, terrifying power he could already feel humming deep in this tiny body, strong enough to make even him nervous.

He'd crossed over.

He was now Holander's biological son.

The strongest, most batshit-unstable supe on the planet.

Ryan.

A natural-born supe.

A walking, talking nuke with unlimited potential and zero fucking off-switch.

Seeing him wake up, Becca's face lit up with real, raw joy.

She rushed to the bedside, hand already reaching for his forehead, but she froze halfway, fingers hovering like she was afraid to actually touch him.

"How are you feeling, Ryan? Does anything hurt?" Her voice stayed soft, packed with that special mom warmth.

Ryan didn't answer right away.

He just stared up at her with those big kid eyes, watching every micro-expression.

In his last life he'd been the king of the entertainnt world. He could spot fake smiles from a mile away, could cut through screaming fan hysteria and see exactly what people really felt.

Right now, in Becca's eyes, he saw genuine care.

Underneath it? Deep fear. Helplessness.

She loved him. She was terrified of him. And she was even more terrified of the man who'd made him.

He was just about to open his mouth and give her the confused little-boy look she expected when a cold, robotic voice slamd straight into his skull.

[Detecting host soul stability. Binding conditions t.]

[Evil Plunder System activating… Binding successful.]

[Welco to the ta World of Comic Books!]

[This world has fused multiple universes including The Boys, Marvel, and DC.]

[All plot characters and villains now exist for real!]

[This system is a unique growth-type system. The host can permanently strip any target of everything they own through "plunder" actions!]

[Plunder thod: Kill the target.]

[Plunder scope: Superpowers, passive talents, knowledge, skills, mories, physical stats… everything!]

The voice didn't freak him out at all.

The shit he'd survived in his previous life had built a heart way tougher than most people's.

He just took it all in, calm as fuck.

Deep down, sothing he'd kept locked away for years started growing fast: pure, savage excitent.

Accident?

Fuck no.

This was a gift from whatever fucked-up god was running the show. A brand-new stage bigger, darker, and way more fun than anything he'd ever had before.

He thought the command silently.

"Open system panel."

A sleek, light-blue holographic screen only he could see popped up instantly.

[Host: Ryan Butcher]

[Bloodline: Native Supe (Holander bloodline, not fully awakened)]

[Unlocked Abilities: None]

[Unlocking Abilities: Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Endurance, Invulnerability, Heat Vision, X-Ray Vision, Super Hearing, Flight…]

[System Inventory: Empty]

[Tasks: None]

Staring at that long grayed-out list of powers waiting to be unlocked, Ryan felt his pulse kick hard in his chest.

He knew exactly what kind of fucking jackpot he'd just hit.

This body was the perfect launchpad. The "Evil Plunder" system was the straight, brutal ladder straight to the top of the food chain.

In his last life he'd sat on top of millions, but he was still chained by capital, rules, contracts, and invisible hands that decided what he ate, when he slept, and who he could fuck with. He hated that shit, the feeling of having real power but never being truly free.

Now?

He could feel the raw potential coiled inside this little kid's body, power strong enough to rip steel apart like paper. He looked at the system's simple, savage rules and the corner of his mouth curled up on its own.

He made a silent vow that only he could hear.

From today on, he was done being controlled.

He would do whatever the fuck he wanted, whenever he wanted, and nobody would ever put a leash on him again.

Fuck it. From now on, I'm the Holander of Holanders.

"Ryan?"

Becca's voice pulled him back. She'd been watching him stay quiet too long, eyes shifting, and the worry on her face got heavier.

"Are you feeling sick anywhere? I'll get the doctor right now."

"Um.. Nope."

He snapped back into character fast, shoving all that adult hunger and crazy deep down. He looked up at her with wide, innocent kid eyes and spoke in a small, soft voice.

"Mama, I'm okay… I just had a nightmare."

Acting like this was burned into his bones. Perfect performance ca naturally.

He knew the show had officially started.

For the rest of the day he played the part flawlessly: a little boy who just woke up from a bad dream and couldn't feel safe. He clung, he asked questions, he acted clingy and scared, milking every bit of information out of Becca.

It confird what he already suspected.

They lived in a fancy secluded villa. Supposedly for "protection." In reality, Vought had the place locked down tight with surveillance everywhere.

He needed power. He needed to start unlocking those grayed-out abilities on the panel as fast as fucking possible.

That afternoon he made up an excuse and slipped outside alone onto the villa's big lawn.

The sun felt warm on his skin. A light breeze blew. The grass was perfectly mowed, soft and green like a damn carpet.

But Ryan knew better.

Behind all that peaceful shit, at least ten pairs of eyes were watching him right now.

Caras, bugs, and hidden Sentinels created a tight invisible net around the whole place.

He couldn't slip up even once. One wrong move and Vought would drag his ass straight to their labs for dissection.

So he acted like any bored seven-year-old. Wandered around the grass, chased a couple of butterflies, squatted down to watch ants carrying shit back to their hill. Every motion scread normal kid. Nothing to raise flags.

Underneath that innocent act, though, he was already running his first test.

He picked Super Hearing. It didn't need any big movents and fit the current setup perfectly.

Ryan sat on the swing, rocking gently, eyes half-closed like he was just enjoying the sun.

Inside, he pushed every bit of ntal focus outward, hunting for sounds normal people never noticed.

At first he only caught the wind, birds chirping, his own soft breathing and heartbeat.

He didn't rush. He stayed calm and let his awareness spread slow and smooth, like liquid rcury creeping in every direction.

Little by little the world changed in his ears.

He picked up the rustle of individual grass blades, earthworms squirming underground, the frantic flap of a beetle's wings a hundred ters away.

A flood of tiny noises crashed into his brain, loud and ssy as hell.

He ignored the headache and kept pushing the range wider.

The villa walls stopped blocking him.

He "heard" patrol footsteps on the forest path outside the wall. Two… no, three guys.

They were heading toward the eastern shadow post.

Then a low conversation ca through crystal clear.

"What a fucking boring gig, babysitting this little shit every day."

A rough voice griped.

"The boss must be losing it. What kind of threat is a kid?"

"Shut your stupid mouth, dumbass. You forget what the higher-ups said?"

"This ain't so normal brat. He's Holander's spawn!"

"God knows when he'll snap and go full psycho like his old man."

The second voice sounded way more careful.

"Ha, go crazy? Kid's probably just a pussy. And his mom Becca? She's nothing special. What the hell did Holander even see in her?"

"Who the fuck knows what those top guys think. Maybe he just wanted a change of pace. Still, the kid's test numbers are insane. His potential score is off the charts. The docs all say if he fully wakes up, he might end up even stronger than Holander…"

The voice cut off sharp, like soone had elbowed the guy to shut him up.

Ryan kept swinging nice and slow, a sweet, innocent smile plastered on his face.

But his eyes had gone ice cold.

Holander's spawn. Just a pussy. Potential value.

Those words stabbed in like needles, but they didn't piss him off. They just gave him a colder, sharper picture of exactly where he stood.

He wasn't so protected little prince.

He was a specin in a cage.

And these smug rent-a-cops were the first batch of garbage standing in his way. They'd need cleaning up.

Right then the cold system voice rang out again.

[Detecting host's active use of potential. 'Super Hearing' ability successfully unlocked.]

The smile on Ryan's lips got wider.