The Boys: Evil Ryan, Plundering The Metaverse Chapter 11 11: 11: Enjoying His Own Bloody Masterpiece

When she used her powers to the fullest, the fresh sen inside her pussy was cleaned.

Ryan glanced at the head-mangled naked body of Starlight one last ti before dressing her up with his superspeed.

"I was always shackled by my one vulnerable humanity.. but this new life.. this does put a smile on my face."

He looked around him and let out a contented sigh.

...

anwhile,

When Starlight had detonated every last drop of energy in her body in one suicidal blast, it unleashed a storm that ripped through the entire building.

The brilliant but deadly energy wave hit like a small bomb going off in a sealed room.

The violent shock tore straight through walls and floors, instantly triggering Vought Tower's highest-level security alert.

Woo—woo—woo—!

Piercing alarms scread everywhere. Blood-red ergency lights flashed like crazy in every hallway.

The building's heavy-duty security system kicked into full lockdown mode.

Countless alloy gates slamd shut, cutting off entire sections.

The sudden alarm sent everyone in the tower into imdiate panic.

Queen Maeve was the first to understand just how bad shit had gotten.

She was alone in her private lounge, lazily sipping a glass of whiskey.

She already knew exactly where The Deep had dragged the new girl and what sick shit he planned to do with her.

A cold little smirk of schadenfreude had been sitting on her face.

She had watched this sa disgusting ga play out too many tis inside The Seven.

But the second she felt that massive energy spike from the top floor — strong enough to make her own heart skip — her smirk vanished.

That wasn't so minor power leak.

That was raw, destructive, full-powered supe energy exploding.

And it was coming straight from Holander's office.

Maeve knew instantly that sothing had gone horribly wrong.

She knew The Deep had taken the rookie up there. In a place like that, once things spiraled, the consequences would be fucking catastrophic.

Holander's office was a restricted zone even inside Vought Tower — his personal playground.

Any fight breaking out there could turn into a total disaster.

She didn't waste a single second.

She slamd the whiskey glass down on the table, her body blurring into an afterimage as she sprinted toward the top floor at full speed.

When she reached the thick alloy door of Holander's office, she found it completely sealed from the inside.

The situation was worse than she thought.

Maeve didn't hesitate.

Her battle-hardened body surged with power. She lifted one long leg, poured every ounce of strength into it, and kicked the door with brutal force.

Boom!

The alloy door that could tank cannon fire was blasted open by her kick.

The second the door flew inward, Maeve froze in place, completely stunned by the nightmare in front of her.

The office looked like a Category 10 hurricane had torn through it.

Expensive furniture was shredded to pieces. Priceless artworks lay smashed on the floor. The air reeked with the sharp stink of blood and burned flesh.

And right in the middle of the chaos, three corpses lay sprawled out.

Her eyes landed first on the most obvious one — Translucent.

His signature uniform was still perfect, but his neck was twisted backward at an impossible angle, clearly snapped by sothing unstoppable.

Next she saw the second body nearby.

A clean, horrifying hole had been burned straight through his skull. Black charred at curled at the edges, and his face was locked in the shock and agony of his last monts... The Deep.

Then her gaze settled on the worst one.

That body wore Starlight's brand-new, spotless white uniform, but the head was completely gone — exploded into nothing recognizable.

Red and white brain matter mixed with golden hair was splattered all over the expensive carpet.

Maeve's mind went blank.

The Deep. Translucent. The new Starlight.

Three mbers of The Seven, wiped out in less than half an hour.

And they died right here, inside Vought Tower, inside Holander's own office.

How the fuck was this possible?!

While Maeve stood there frozen by the hellish scene, Vought's head of security, fully ard ergency response teams, and a group of top executives led by Madelyn Stillwell all rushed to the scene within minutes, their faces grim.

The mont they stepped inside and saw the office, every single one of them went pale. Shock and naked fear took over.

This wasn't just three dead supes.

This was the biggest scandal and crisis Vought had faced since the company was founded.

It was the most serious threat to their control yet.

"Lock down the entire scene! Nobody in or out!" the head of security roared, voice hoarse.

The forensic team hurried in wearing protective suits and started their initial sweep.

They moved carefully around the bodies, collecting every scrap of evidence.

Soon a preliminary but ice-cold report was delivered straight to Madelyn.

"Ms. Stillwell," the forensic expert's voice shook with fear.

"According to preliminary examination, the wounds on The Deep and Starlight both show clear traces of being scorched by extrely high-temperature heat vision.

From the energy residue and the shape of the wounds, this… this is Mr. Holander's signature ability."

Those words hit the corridor like a blast of freezing air.

The air itself seed to freeze solid.

Everyone stopped breathing.

No one dared say it out loud, but the sa terrifying thought slamd into every single mind at once.

Besides Holander, who the hell else could do that?

Who else would have the balls to silently torture and murder three mbers of The Seven right inside his own office?

For a mont, all the suspicious, terrified glances — subtle but impossible to miss — shifted toward the company's undisputed number one, who still hadn't shown up.

In that suffocating tension, Madelyn's personal assistant ca running over, face pale as death, and whispered urgently in her ear.

"Ms. Stillwell, we can rule out Mr. Holander.

Security center records show he was with you for a full thirty minutes before the alarm went off, dealing with the lab explosion in the underground command center. Dozens of people can confirm it."

That news didn't bring any relief.

Instead, it wrapped an even deeper, heavier fear around everyone's hearts.

If it wasn't Holander…

Then who the fuck was the killer?

Who possessed destructive power almost identical to Holander's?

Was there a second Holander in this world?

That possibility was ten thousand tis more terrifying than suspecting Holander himself.

Madelyn's face turned deathly grim. She forced herself to stay calm, turned to Maeve standing beside her, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Maeve, what happened before the alarm sounded? What do you know?"

Maeve's face looked just as grim. She hesitated for a second, then finally spoke.

"I saw The Deep take Starlight into the elevator heading straight here. As for the Translucent…"

She pursed her lips, a trace of disgust in her voice. "He's got a habit of peeping, so it's no surprise he followed.

I figure The Deep probably wanted to 'teach the new recruit so rules'… and it backfired hard."

"Teach rules?"

"Backfired?"

Those two words hit Madelyn like a key turning in a rusty lock.

They instantly cracked open the dusty door of fear in her mind.

She suddenly thought of sothing else.

Just last night, the secret facility in the suburbs responsible for monitoring Holander's son suddenly lost all contact.

Every signal and vital sign vanished at the exact sa mont.

That child…

That child who was born with superpowers identical to Holander's…

He had escaped!

A terrifying but perfectly logical conclusion slamd into Madelyn. Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

Right then, familiar footsteps heavy with raw power echoed down the corridor.

Holander had finally "arrived late."

He listened to the forensic team's preliminary report and stared at the three cold corpses lying in the office. His face showed exactly the right mix of shock, grief, and towering rage.

But inside his chest, a far more violent storm was raging than anyone else in the room could imagine.

He knew.

This had to be Ryan.

That little bastard!

That lawless fucking monster!

In such a short ti he had already caused this kind of massive ss.

Killing three mbers of The Seven in one shot!

Fury at losing control burned through him, but right behind it ca a sick, twisted surge of pride and relief.

He truly is my son!

Ruthless enough!

Strong enough!

Thank fuck he got away and wasn't caught red-handed!

On the surface he showed zero inner turmoil. Instead, like a lion whose territory had been violated, he roared at Madelyn and the rest of the executives.

"We must investigate thoroughly! No matter who the fuck he is!

Anyone who dares to touch my people on my turf, I will personally tear him to shreds!"

He took the lead with righteous fury, sternly ordering a full investigation into the incident.

He knew Madelyn had already guessed it was Ryan.

Between the two of them, a silent, deadly ga of chess had just begun.

While he quickly figured out how to break the deadlock and protect his son right under the company's nose, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sothing on the distant sofa.

His heart slamd hard.

The air above the sofa had a faint, almost invisible distortion, like heat haze on a sumr road.

A blurry little silhouette sat there calmly, legs swinging because they couldn't reach the floor, and even gave him a lazy wave from across the room.

It was Ryan, using Translucent's invisibility.

He had never left.

He was still right here, in the middle of the cri scene he had created himself, surrounded by company executives and heavily ard security teams.

Sitting front-row like a spectator, calmly enjoying his own bloody masterpiece.

Holander stared at that blurry figure.

For the first ti, he felt a real flicker of… Fear.

Fear of his own son.

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His plunderer system gives him powers to replicate clothes, as shown in case of The Deep's suit. Now combining that with Translucent's powers, he can vanish without getting naked, random BS fanfic powers for the win!