After Sebastian and Homelander concluded their impassioned speeches, they wisely yielded the spotlight to a congressman in a sharply tailored suit.
The distinguished gentleman's hair was meticulously slicked back, gleaming under the lights, his entire demeanor radiating confidence and authority.
Standing at the very center of attention, he declared in a resounding voice:
"Hereby, I officially announce—
the Superhero Council is formally established as of today!"
Thunderous applause erupted instantly.
The shareholders of Vought clapped so hard their palms turned red—yet not a single one showed any intention of stopping.
To them, this moment was historic.
The birth of the Superhero Council wasn't merely the creation of a new organization—it marked Vought Capital's first true step into the realm of power.
Because in the face of absolute authority, wealth alone meant nothing.
No matter how massive Vought's empire was, a single congressional order could still reduce it to ashes overnight.
But now?
That balance had shifted.
With the Superhero Council in place, the situation changed completely.
From this day forward, it would no longer be so easy for Congress to simply erase Vought with a stroke of a pen.
In reality, the Superhero Council had effectively turned Vought into a country within a country—a semi-independent kingdom.
On the surface, the Council still answered to Congress, and its jurisdiction was limited to managing superheroes.
But the fact that it possessed independent legislative authority told a very different story.
That alone was enough to make shareholders dizzy with disbelief.
How had the Captain and Homelander managed to negotiate this with Congress?
Giving up legislative power was practically an admission of sovereignty—and yet Congress had agreed.
(Congress later stated: "We really didn't want to give up legislative authority. But then Homelander asked for a beef burger… and said he doesn't eat beef.")
No matter the twists and turns behind the scenes, the outcome was undeniable.
As long as Homelander and the Captain remained standing, no one in this world could casually manipulate Vought through political power alone.
This wasn't just a breakthrough.
It was the opening of a new era.
How could they not celebrate?
…
…
The moment news of the Superhero Council's establishment spread, it sent shockwaves across the globe.
Humanity watched.
And overwhelmingly—approved.
Whether supporters of the Captain or fans of Homelander, most people welcomed the Council's creation with open arms.
Of course, there were protests.
Some superhumans were furious.
Once their actions were regulated, how could they continue living above everyone else?
But those voices were swiftly drowned out—quieted through earnest persuasion by the Captain and Homelander themselves.
With resistance fading, Vought and Congress immediately began working together, rapidly assembling the Council's framework.
First on the agenda—
The selection of the Speaker and Deputy Speaker.
In truth, there was no suspense at all.
Those two seats belonged to only one possible pair:
The Captain and Homelander.
After all, who would dare sit above two living gods?
Let alone compete with them.
More importantly, only those two had the right to decide who held which seat. Anyone else risked saying the wrong word, choosing the wrong side—and inviting disaster.
Interestingly enough, neither Sebastian nor Homelander actually cared much about who served as Speaker.
Sebastian was perfectly calm.
I'm the real boss anyway, he thought.
Whoever sits there, I'm still the one calling the shots.
Homelander, too, was uncharacteristically tranquil—his heart as still as a mirror-smooth lake.
After all, when facing an opponent so overwhelmingly strong that resistance was meaningless, calmness was simply the wisest option.
Not long ago, the two had engaged in another one-on-one battle.
After half a year of brutal training, Homelander had felt confident—almost arrogant.
The sky was clear.
The rain had stopped.
He felt like he was on top of the world.
Then Sebastian took him to the vast Pacific Ocean.
And taught him a lesson.
A very thorough lesson.
When Homelander finally limped back, bruised and battered, his worldview lay shattered alongside his pride.
"Have you ever seen the Pacific Ocean… ten thousand meters deep?"
Homelander had.
He'd seen it personally.
That battle nearly broke him.
And after that—
He understood.
The impermanence of the world.
The futility of arrogance.
From that moment on, his heart grew calm.
The hunger for domination faded.
All that remained was one simple thought:
Train.
Grow stronger.
One day… I will have my revenge!
With the Speaker positions settled, the remaining seats were handed over to committees for discussion.
Choosing the seven superhero representatives was easy.
Popularity. Public approval. Symbolic value.
That was all that mattered.
After all, expecting hotheaded superhumans—some of whom couldn't even finish middle school—to competently manage parliamentary affairs was pure fantasy.
In this Council, unless the Captain or Homelander explicitly backed an opinion, anything said by other superheroes amounted to little more than background noise.
No one cared.
But the seven seats reserved for ordinary humans?
Those were different.
Everyone knew the truth.
Those seats held real power.
They were the ones who would actually manage the Council.
And so—
Major families fought viciously for them.
Schemes piled upon schemes.
Blood was shed behind closed doors.
No faction was willing to give an inch.
Because everyone understood what a single seat represented:
The authority to influence the Superhero Council.
The power to command superheroes themselves.
And that—
Was worth any price.
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