HISD Chapter 16: Homelander
Yi Meng didn't even have time to figure out what was going on.
Two men and one woman in black uniforms, well-trained and fast-moving, closed in from the school gates and blocked him from entering campus.
"You're Yi Meng, right?" The middle-aged man in the lead asked, his sharp eyes fixed tightly on him. Behind him, the two younger agents kept their hands in their pockets, clearly clutching something inside, tense and ready.
"Yes. Do you need something from me?" Yi Meng nodded calmly.
The man quickly pulled out an inspector's badge and said in a low, steady voice: "We're from the Department of the Supernatural. Please cooperate with our investigation."
To stop someone in broad daylight at a school entrance—this had to be real.
But, "Department of the Supernatural"?
Yi Meng's eyes flickered slightly, then he agreed: "I'll cooperate."
Maybe—
This was an opportunity.
A chance to directly face a fragment of this world's hidden truth.
…
"Name."
"Yi Meng."
"Age."
"Eighteen."
"Occupation."
"Student."
"Have you eaten?"
"I had breakfast."
"Good. Thank you for your cooperation. Please stay in here by yourself. We'll release you within twelve hours."
The young male agent sitting across from him finished asking, hurriedly closed his notebook, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly left the temporary holding room.
That was it?
Yi Meng was caught off guard. They brought him here just to ask a few simple questions?
He looked around. The room was a small, square, fully enclosed space, about nine square meters. Inside was a single bed and a chair. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all pure white—no way to see outside.
They hadn't even checked or confiscated his personal belongings.
Rather than a prisoner's cell, it felt more like… a temporary quarantine.
On the drive here, the agents had blindfolded him to prevent him from knowing the location.
But of course—with Yi Meng's current mental processing power, by sensing the turns, speed, and duration of the car ride, he had already calculated their approximate location.
Northern coastal district of Tianhe City.
Department of the Supernatural.
From the sound of it, an organization responsible for detecting and handling supernatural phenomena, mysterious creatures, and other abnormal events.
So—had he been exposed?
Exposed as a reincarnator? Or as someone wielding extraordinary dream powers?
Yi Meng thought calmly.
…
Outside the sealed room.
The middle-aged inspector and four or five other agents stood in front of a one-way glass wall, observing the silver-haired boy inside.
The inspector lowered his head, looking at the glowing tablet in his hands. A new case file was already set up:
Intrusion ID: SAS-1666 (temporary)
Intrusion Name: High School Student Yi Meng
Casualties and property damage caused: Zero
Intrusion Level: Classified as G-Level (lowest threat. Safe to approach without protective gear. To be investigated for intrusion possibility.)
Report: In Year 197 of the Xinglong Calendar, within school grounds, barehanded he brutally killed a fully grown Mastiff… (Video evidence attached. The footage has already spread online. Please suppress immediately.)
The young female rookie agent beside him read the brief report and couldn't help but whisper: "Captain, is he really an intruder? He just looks like a regular high school kid."
The inspector opened the video file.
It showed—
A high school courtyard. A black-haired boy in a brand new uniform had a muscular, leopard-like adult dog pinned beneath him.
The boy's face was handsome, youthful, still bearing the traces of immaturity. Yet at that moment, it was twisted, violent, almost feral. His left hand clamped tight around the dog's throat, while his right fist, like a hammer, pounded down again and again.
Each blow landed with a dull, brutal thud. The dog's agonized howls echoed across the campus.
Scarlet, viscous blood sprayed outward—onto the smooth tiles, onto the boy's pristine uniform, onto his young but now bloodstained face.
Nearby, two or three students screamed and shouted for him to stop.
But the boy didn't even slow down. Covered in blood, his mouth twisted in a cruel grin, his eyes blazing with cold, violent light. With his distorted, feral, blood-drenched expression, he looked less like a student and more like a devil in human skin.
He didn't stop even after countless punches—until the dog's stomach was ripped open, its body mangled beyond recognition.
Blood dyed the schoolyard floor red.
A suffocating aura of destruction and cold malice seemed to seep out from the video itself, chilling anyone who watched it.
The young female agent shivered.
"Just this alone isn't enough to prove intrusion. People under threat often react instinctively," she said hesitantly.
The inspector answered steadily: "Perhaps. But this video was deliberately spread online this morning, sparking heated debate. And lately, intrusion incidents are far too frequent. In just the eastern jurisdiction alone, we've had ten cases. This is standard procedure—just an investigation."
The rookie agent frowned. "If it's an investigation, then why not interrogate him more deeply?"
"Because our department isn't like other branches. They deal with armed maniacs at worst."
"We, on the other hand, face creations from other worlds. Can you believe that a harmless-looking infant was once classified B-Level—after killing more than ten thousand humans?!"
The inspector's eyes darkened. "Five years ago, I personally encountered a model high schooler—praised by teachers, beloved by parents. But at night, he devoured ten children alive. When I confronted him, he left me this."
He unbuttoned his collar.
The young female agent gasped.
A large dark-red scar stretched across his neck, ragged as though torn by a barbed tongue, with skin and flesh ripped away.
Expressionless, the inspector said: "Never judge an intruder by appearances. Some are even born here, among us. But their minds and souls have already been corrupted, possessed by higher-dimensional invaders—without them ever realizing it themselves."
"Your closest friend, your trusted family member—they could be replaced one day, and you'd never know."
The rookie agent felt a wave of cold run up her spine.
She swallowed. "If interrogations don't work… then how do we identify them?"
Before the inspector could answer, another male agent spoke up with fervent certainty: "Through the judgment of our Department's Guardian God, of course!"
"Guardian God?" The rookie blinked.
The male agent's eyes lit up like a fanatic's. "Yes! The supreme leader of all Supernatural Departments worldwide!"
"More accurately," the inspector said, a rare smile of reverence appearing, "there are two Guardian Gods. In our Eastern jurisdiction, it's the Dragon Girl. No existence can deceive her. She alone can discern if a detainee is truly an invader."
"Dragon Girl…" the rookie murmured softly. Then she asked instinctively: "And the western jurisdiction?"
Every agent there showed awe in their expressions.
"That one is called… Homelander."
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