thefictionvixens Chapter 30: I am Homelander
Chapter 30: I am Homelander
That wisp of seemingly transparent ash was tinged with an inescapable, musty chill.
It stands out from the vibrant vegetation of the surrounding forest, blending perfectly into the surrounding night.
If it weren't for the fact that [Divine Insight] had also improved during this period, Lucas would have had a hard time making the discovery.
As for Clark, he hasn't awakened super vision yet; his eyesight is only slightly better than an ordinary person's, so he has no chance of detecting it.
At this time,
The wisp of transparent ash suddenly spread rapidly to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, another narrow, reverse-dimensional rift appeared in the air.
A pair of long, prominent finger bones, with a ghastly white sheen, suddenly extended from within and gripped firmly into the crack that resembled rotting flesh.
Then came that highly recognizable head.
Looking at the Chrysanthemum Monster emerging from the Upside Down once again, Lucas looked somewhat puzzled.
Although he had anticipated that this hunter, who wouldn't act until he saw the benefit, would return, to be honest, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
After all, the Chrysanthemum Monster's recovery ability is not strong; it's only at the most basic level.
Some minor injuries can heal quickly in a short period of time.
However, in more serious cases, one needs to hide in the Inverted World to absorb shadow energy and slowly recover.
The damage Clark just inflicted on it definitely went beyond the scope of a minor injury.
It's unlikely that this chrysanthemum monster will fully recover in less than ten days to half a month.
What makes it so full of the spirit of the working class?
Lucas lowered his aura to the extreme, even his breathing rate was as slow as falling catkins, as he observed this "disabled but determined" chrysanthemum monster from the shadows.
After crawling out of the inverted world, the square, bloated head immediately split open from the center outwards.
After a while, it seemed to have finally found its target. Its fleshy petals, covered with sharp teeth, suddenly turned into the depths of the dense forest, making a soft "ho ho ho..." sound.
That was the direction Clark left in.
Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly.
He immediately realized that it wasn't that the chrysanthemum monster didn't want to be in the Reverse World, but rather that it was currently under the control of the Mind Flayer's spirit and had no choice but to show itself.
As the overlord of the Hive in the Upside Down, each Chrysanthemum Monster is bound to the Mind Flayer's shadow consciousness from birth, just as its limbs are controlled by its brain, and can be remotely manipulated.
Similarly, these chrysanthemum monsters also serve as the Mind Flayer's "eyes and ears" in the real world.
Nine times out of ten, it was Clark's performance that caught Vickna's attention.
After all, the reason the other party kidnapped Will was not only because of Will's special mental abilities and his innate talent for cross-dimensional perception,
There is another reason.
That is, Will's physical condition is rather special.
They are able to gradually adapt to the eternal night of the reverse world, an environment filled with spores and putrid, moldy fumes.
This is especially important.
A container that dies instantly upon entry is destined to be an unsuitable conduit for invading reality.
Clark undoubtedly showed Vickna more, and even better, options.
"To be honest, I don't like meddling in other people's business, but you shouldn't be targeting Clark. After all, I'm his half-brother!"
Lucas remained expressionless in the shadows.
The next moment, he suddenly rushed out, his body shooting out like a cannonball.
It moved with lightning speed, appearing behind the Chrysanthemum Monster in an instant.
The controlled monster was completely focused on the direction Clark had left, unaware of the impending danger behind it.
Before it could react, a heavy punch had already slammed into the festering wound on its torso.
A dull, fleshy explosion rang out, and grayish-black blood gushed out instantly. The chrysanthemum monster's massive body shuddered violently and staggered, crashing heavily into the ground.
The excruciating pain enraged the Chrysanthemum Monster, which retaliated with a fierce gust of wind as its pale claws swept across the monster. However, Lucas nimbly dodged them all by sidestepping, and then seized the monster's wrist and twisted it with force.
"I am a Homelander!"
There was a crisp cracking sound.
The force, enough to crush a solid iron ball, easily snapped the Chrysanthemum Monster's entire arm.
"roar!"
The Chrysanthemum Monster roared, its head completely exploding open, revealing sharp teeth, as it hissed, wanting to bite the "offender's" head off alive.
Lucas remained expressionless and indifferent throughout, casually grabbing the fleshy piece covered in sharp teeth and then gently tugging at it.
The sharp teeth on top flew off, and the entire fleshy piece was torn off.
The unprecedented pain caused the chrysanthemum monster to scream repeatedly, its sharp, piercing cries echoing all around and startling countless wild birds into flight.
...
Just a few minutes later,
As a faint red light flashed from the base of its sharp teeth, the chrysanthemum monster, which felt it had been reborn into the wrong family and was nearly dismembered, completely fell silent.
Lucas flicked the sticky blood off his hands and thoughtfully looked away.
He naturally saw the fleeting red light.
But I don't care.
After all, in terms of danger, this place is clearly far more dangerous than the Reverse World.
Furthermore, after the battle just now, Lucas has a fairly full understanding of his current strength—
It should surpass the current small town super.
Moreover, thanks to the enhancement brought by the [Survival of the Fittest] trait, after a battle, he clearly felt that his fighting ability and combat instincts had all been improved to a certain extent.
If we make another move.
Lucas was fully confident that he could take down the chrysanthemum monster within two minutes.
After carelessly tossing the monster's corpse away and destroying the crime scene, he swayed and slipped away silently under the cover of darkness in the forest.
They reached maximum speed and quickly returned to Kent Farm.
Lucas tiptoed into his house without alerting anyone, except for the ever-vigilant Shelby.
After patting the dog's head, he went straight into his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
The room was quiet and peaceful. Lucas lay back on the bed, his expression calm, waiting quietly for Clark to return.
Not long after, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. The door was gently pushed open, and Clark walked in with his head down, looking sullen.
Even after searching for so long, he still hadn't found any clues, which made him feel a little worried.
Lucas rubbed his eyes, pretending to be woken up by the noise of him getting into bed:
"Clark, didn't you go to take a shower? Why haven't you even changed your clothes? And... they're even dirtier now?"
"Uh, it probably got dusty when I was getting dressed."
Clark paused for a few seconds, his eyes clearly unnatural, and quickly made up a lie that was obviously full of holes.
"Okay, but I still suggest you change your clothes, unless you're not going to school tomorrow. Also, did you get dusty in the kitchen?"
Lucas couldn't resist making a joke.
Upon hearing this, Clark realized what was happening and quickly looked at his clothes, his face turning red.
The once pure white t-shirt was now covered in mud, and in many places it was torn in places, as if scratched by a cat. It looked terrible and had a very homeless vibe.