Death was supposed to be the end.
Instead, I woke up in a grimy alley that reeked of piss and garbage, staring at a massive billboard. Homelander's perfect smile beamed down at me, those dead blue eyes promising protection while radiating menace.
"No. No, no, no."
I knew exactly where I was. The Boys universe—the absolute worst place to get reincarnated. A world where superheroes were corporate products, psychopaths in capes, and regular people were just collateral damage.
I looked down at my hands—younger, different body, maybe mid-twenties. But that wasn't what made my heart race.
Power. Raw, thrumming energy coursed through every cell. A word echoed in my mind, ancient and terrible: MAZAHS.
And with that word came knowledge. I had been reborn with the powers of Mazahs—the evil Shazam from DC's Earth-3. Super strength, speed, flight, magical abilities, and two powers that would define my survival in this hellscape:
Hypnosis: The ability to dominate minds, bend wills, rewrite thoughts with just eye contact and intent.
Power Absorption: Every being I killed with my powers would have their abilities transferred to me permanently.
I was a walking vampire for superpowers, with the added bonus of mind control.
"Okay," I whispered, standing up on shaky legs. "Okay. I can work with this. I just need to be smart. Strategic. And absolutely ruthless."
Because in a world with Homelander, anything less would get me killed