“Brain storage, limited spots available.” “No-questions-asked returns supported, send your ID number to retrieve your brain.” “The above content is guaranteed by Homelander holding a chicken leg.” …
Chen Mo was numb.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself standing under a spotlight, surrounded by darkness, though he could see the silhouettes of people scattered about.
To his right stood a blonde woman, around 40 years old, with the light grey eyes, high nose bridge, and deep eye sockets characteristic of a Westerner, looking at him with a smile.
She looked so familiar.
Chen Mo instinctively wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating, but just as his hand reached halfway, his peripheral vision caught sight of his own hand.
It was white.
Very white.
Not the kind of fair skin that Chinese people can’t tan, but the kind of pale white characteristic of white Westerners, where the veins were visible.
The fingers were thick, the knuckles distinct, and there were fine beads of sweat between the fingers.
There was golden fuzz on the back of his hand.
Chen Mo froze and looked down.
A green and orange spandex suit, the Vought International logo printed on the chest, a wide, gaudy belt tied around his waist, hung with a row of small tools he didn’t know the purpose of.
His chest muscles were bulging, and he felt something moving on both sides of his abdomen.
He was no longer Chen Mo.
No, he was Chen Mo, but his body was no longer Chen Mo’s.
He was The Deep, and those things on the sides of his abdomen were gills.
Before this thought could even settle, it felt like someone had turned on a blender inside his brain.
Queen Maeve, with her super strength, super endurance, durability, speed, and top-tier combat skills.
Homelander, who possessed all of the above, plus supersonic flight, laser eyes, and super senses.
There was also A-Train, the fastest man in the world who couldn’t stop in time, Translucent who could turn invisible, Black Noir who wore a mask all day, and the already retired Lamplighter.
Names flashed by like bullet comments, accompanied by high-definition, uncensored real-life faces, superpower files, and social relationship networks.
And most crucially, the muscle memory this body had regarding these people: who he could afford to offend, who he couldn’t, who would slap him if he provoked them, and who would kill him outright.
He was numb.
He was really numb now.
Getting hit by a truck and transmigrating—what a “great” thing.
The Boys?
It’s hopeless; he might as well wait for death.
Transmigrating into The Boys was one thing, but he had to transmigrate into The Deep.
The Deep would have been fine, but why the live-action version?
He had to know that in the comic book version, The Deep was the only surviving member of The Seven.
But in the live-action version, he was that cowardly, weak, bullying, and approval-seeking The Deep.
Who didn’t know that in The Seven, The Deep was just there to make up the numbers?
Who didn’t know that in The Seven, The Deep was the most useless one, having accomplished zero things throughout the entire show?
Chen Mo was speechless.
Even if he had transmigrated into an ordinary person, he would have been confident enough to use his foreknowledge to obtain Compound V and awaken superpowers, rather than being bound to a loser whose superpowers were already fixed.
Talking to fish.
His superpower was talking to fish.
In Ultraman, this ability could get him a job as a special guest actor at an aquarium, but in this godforsaken place, he couldn’t even deliver takeout.
A-Train could at least run errands, but what could he do by talking to fish?
Ask the fish to run for him?
Fish don’t even have legs.
Chen Mo felt like he had pulled an R-rank card in a gacha game—and an already dismantled R-rank card at that.
Wait.
The Deep can control marine life, right?
His heart suddenly began to race.
“The Deep, it’s your turn to speak.” A voice came from a dark corner.
Chen Mo recognized this voice.
Madelyn Stillwell, Senior Vice President of Vought International, Homelander’s “special contact,” and the woman in the show best at making empty promises.
He also remembered what day it was.
This was Starlight’s welcoming ceremony.
His friend Lamplighter had retired, and Starlight was taking over his position.
Chen Mo’s brain was spinning wildly.
In the original plot, what were The Deep’s lines again?
It didn’t matter; nobody listened anyway.
What mattered was what he was going to do next.
The script was already written.
“Thank you, thank you everyone…
Today, I would like to introduce someone special to you all.
I can’t wait to work with her.
Please welcome Starlight…” Chen Mo tried his best to calm his emotions.
He didn’t know if Homelander was nearby; that man was a crazy giant baby who could see through people’s hearts.
He couldn’t reveal a single thing.
While waving, Chen Mo placed his left hand on Starlight’s shoulder, though his mind wasn’t on the scene.
What was supposed to happen after the welcome party?
Oh, he still needed to take Starlight to get familiar with the office area for The Seven at Vought International.
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched again.
Should he really follow the original plot and gank Starlight?
In the original plot, The Deep was shelved by Vought International and kicked out of The Seven because of this incident, and then he started frantically trying to return to The Seven, making a series of increasingly outrageous moves.
If he followed the original plot, it was just too melodramatic and sleazy—it was an eyesore.
His moral standards wouldn’t allow it.
But if he didn’t follow the original plot, he was afraid of exposing his flaws.
No one knew where Translucent was watching from; he was Homelander’s eyes.
Once Homelander became suspicious, he wouldn’t even have the strength to fight back.
Besides, he learned later that Madelyn Stillwell also knew about this.
He didn’t know how many eyes were watching from behind the scenes.
In the end, Chen Mo decided to follow the plot first.
Although it was a bit sleazy, he would give it his all to get out of The Seven.
That’s right, he decided to run.
Forget The Seven, forget saving the world.
He knew that A-Train had already run over and killed Hughie’s girlfriend, Robin, while speeding, and they were currently negotiating compensation.
And Hughie, this ordinary person who never had any fighting spirit, this kind-hearted person who used all his strength to save the people around him.
Was about to destroy The Seven and let everyone know that people without superpowers were not ants.
And there wasn’t a single incompetent person in The Boys; everyone was a talent.
The core brain Frenchie, and Kimiko, who possessed a self-healing ability comparable to Wolverine’s.
And Butcher, this crazy hatter, who could even throw his life and soul into the fire.
He was a man without a bottom line when it came to dealing with Homelander.
You never knew what he was capable of doing, nor did you ever know what was on his mind.
When they really started fighting, staying in this gathering place of talent would make it hard not to die.
Chen Mo planned to workplace-bully Starlight for the sake of his future.
When the matter was exposed and he was exiled to a remote town, he could directly leave The Seven.
Let the others fight with The Boys.
This group of unkillable cockroaches—who knew who was supporting them behind the scenes?
Where there are people supporting superpowers, there are people who oppose them.
Moreover, he believed Compound V was no secret among the higher-ups.
If the success rate hadn’t been so low, he estimated everyone would have had a dose by now.
With this in mind, Chen Mo had already taken the elevator with Starlight and arrived at the conference room in Vought Tower.