…
Stark Plaza.
A sea of people.
All of them Leon's fans.
For the premiere ceremony, Happy had gone all out—opening 2.5 million standard screening slots worldwide under Stark Pictures.
In addition, one thousand ultra-VIP tickets were distributed free of charge.
These seats granted fans access to a private, thousand-seat grand theater where they could meet Homelander face-to-face.
The selection process?
Jointly handled by Happy and Arcee.
Strictly for die-hard fans.
No backdoor dealings.
Money couldn't buy entry.
Because Arcee verified identity, not tickets.
…
Inside the grand theater.
Leon appeared in full formal attire, accompanied by Arcee Tifa in an elegant blue gown.
Tony arrived in a tailored suit, Pepper radiant in red at his side.
The two women linked arms with their respective partners as they waved gracefully at the roaring audience.
"Homelander! Homelander! Homelander!!"
"Iron Man! Iron Man! Iron Man!!"
"I'm Miss Tifa's dog!!!"
"Get out, pervert! I'm Miss Tifa's dog!!!"
Leon poked Arcee lightly at the waist.
"Looks like you've got fans now."
"I'd prefer not to," Arcee replied dryly.
Soon, Leon stepped onto the stage.
After delivering an impassioned speech, he ended with Homelander's trademark line:
"…You!"
"My friends—you are the real heroes!"
The crowd erupted.
Then—
Leon clenched his fist.
A faint pulse of Conqueror's Haki swept outward.
The lights cut instantly.
The cheering stopped in eerie unison.
A thunderous orchestral score filled the darkness.
Homelander: Flesh and Blood began.
…
The storyline bore striking resemblance—almost nine parts out of ten—to the comic version of The Boys.
Which was strange.
Leon had never given Happy any related source material.
Yet Happy somehow created a clone antagonist—identical to Leon in appearance and possessing all his cinematic abilities except flight.
The antihero's name:
Ink Scale.
In the film, Ink Scale was engineered by Dr. Happy—played by Happy himself.
Under his creator's secret manipulation, Ink Scale impersonated Homelander while committing atrocities in the shadows.
The real Homelander spiraled into doubt.
Public trust eroded.
He teetered on the brink of psychological collapse.
Through that arc, the audience realized:
Homelander wasn't a god.
He was flesh and blood.
He could bleed.
He could be hurt.
He could feel pain.
This was the thematic core Happy wanted to convey:
Humanize the symbol.
Make the hero relatable.
In short—
Weaponized vulnerability.
Of course, real-world Leon would never tolerate slander. If anyone dared spread rumors, he and Arcee would trace the IP address before midnight.
No grudges lasted overnight.
No existential confusion either.
The closest Leon ever came to "self-doubt" was waking up alone at dawn.
…
In the climax, a battered Homelander regained strength through the encouragement of his supporters.
Shouting lines about "family" and "bonds," he absorbed the light of belief—
And unleashed a colossal Spirit Bomb Chest Beam that obliterated Ink Scale in one strike.
Tony, serving as strategist, battled Dr. Happy—but the latter escaped, setting up sequel potential.
Whether there would be a third film remained uncertain.
Leon had warned Happy not to write himself into a corner.
The movie ended.
The signing event began.
Leon personally thought the film was… decent.
But fan response was overwhelmingly positive.
Maybe he just couldn't judge objectively.
In any case—
The box office exploded.
Leon signed.
Happy handled everything else.
"Next!"
A staff member ushered forward the next guest.
A shy boy stepped up, accompanied by a graceful, warm-looking woman.
"H-Hello, Mr. Leon! I'm your super-super-super die-hard fan—Peter Parker! Today is my eigh—eight! Eight-year-old birthday! C-Could you wish me a happy birthday?"
"Peter," the woman gently scolded, "you shouldn't make extra requests. Mr. Leon is very busy."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Leon. He's still young. A signature is enough."
Leon looked at the boy.
Nerdy.
Bright eyes.
Polite.
And—
Before he could speak—
The system triggered.
[Daily Check-In available!]
'System, I—'
[Check-In complete.]
[Reward obtained: Ultra Instinct.]
Leon froze.
Ultra Instinct
Description:
As a "mortal," you have stepped into a realm that even lesser gods struggle to reach.
Yet this is only the beginning. Continue to transcend.
Mechanics Summary:
When fully composed, performance stabilizes at peak autonomous efficiency.
When under extreme life-threatening pressure, instinctual combat response escalates exponentially.
For a fraction of a second—
Leon's world slowed.
Sound dampened.
His senses sharpened beyond anything prior.
Airflow.
Heartbeat.
Micro muscle tension.
Even the faint shift of Peter Parker's weight distribution registered with absolute clarity.
It wasn't precognition.
It wasn't speed.
It was—
Perfect reaction without thought.
Autonomous motion beyond intention.
His Bio-Field trembled slightly.
Not from activation—
From resonance.
Peter blinked up at him innocently.
Leon stared back.
Behind those bright eyes—
Something else flickered.
An omen.
Awakening.
Leon smiled.
"Happy birthday, Peter."
He signed the autograph.
But internally—
He knew.
This wasn't just a random child.
And Ultra Instinct hadn't appeared by coincidence.
The era of little spiders…
Was about to begin.
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