Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Benjamin walked into Sage Grove Center.

Heavy iron doors lined both sides of the long corridor. Through the small windows set into them, he could see the faces inside, some blank, some wild with madness.

The sharp stink of disinfectant and medication hung in the air.

Every now and then, low growls or hysterical screams echoed from somewhere deeper down the hall.

It honestly felt a little like one of those labs where they cooked up zombie viruses.

Benjamin didn’t waste time.

Once the test subjects had been sorted, he began opening the rooms holding the uncontrollable ones, one after another. He ignored the people inside. Each time, golden light flashed from his chest and swept over them.

He deliberately kept the power of the Nuclear Blast under control, compressing the energy to the bare minimum, just enough to neutralize the effects of Compound V without causing real damage to the human body.

Ever since the last time he used a Nuclear Blast on Bombsight, Benjamin’s control had improved again.

One by one, those uncontrollable Supes were turned back into ordinary people in the glow of Benjamin’s Nuclear Blast.

Some collapsed the instant their Superpowers disappeared, letting out sobs that sounded like pure relief.

Some stared blankly at their own hands, as if they were truly seeing the world for the first time.

Others simply accepted it in silence, their eyes empty, with no way to tell whether they felt joy or sorrow.

Of course, there were also some Supes whose mental evaluations came back normal and who were willing to join Vought. Benjamin had them follow the Lamplighter for the time being.

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Before long, only one test subject remained in all of Sage Grove Center.

Benjamin stood in front of the last iron door at the end of the corridor and looked through the small window at the figure inside. The nameplate on the door read: Cindy.

Cindy’s ability was telekinesis, and it was powerful as hell.

According to her file, she could twist steel into a pretzel with her mind alone and easily crush Supes who were not especially strong.

In terms of raw destructive power, she was absolutely near the top among all the test subjects.

The problem was that her mental state was extremely unstable. You never knew what she might do next.

Even the Lamplighter was deeply afraid of her.

From a distance, Cindy could crush him in an instant.

If it had been anyone else, Benjamin probably would have erased their powers right away.

But Cindy was different.

Her strength was beyond question. If she could be stabilized, she would become an extremely powerful asset.

Erasing her abilities just like that would be a damn shame.

And in the original series, she later became one of Homelander’s people, and she did not seem to do anything too far out of line.

Benjamin hesitated for a moment, then opened the iron door.

He wanted to talk to her.

Benjamin pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped inside.

The room was small. Its four walls were cold, concrete gray, and aside from a metal cot bolted to the floor, there was nothing else inside.

A fluorescent tube on the ceiling cast a sickly white light, buzzing as it lit the entire room without leaving a single shadow.

The air reeked of disinfectant mixed with something sour and rotten.

It was the kind of smell that only came from psychiatric patients being locked in a sealed space for too long.

In the center of the room, a bald woman sat cross-legged on the floor.

She wore a pale blue hospital gown that had been washed nearly white, hanging loose over her thin body.

The buttons at the collar were fastened wrong, exposing a stretch of unnaturally pale collarbone.

There was not a single hair on her head. At first glance, she almost looked like a man.

This woman was Cindy, one of the highest-rated telekinetic Supes in Vought’s files, and a high-risk test subject whose psychiatric evaluation report was covered in red warning labels.

Hearing footsteps, Cindy slowly lifted her head.

It was a gaunt face, with high cheekbones, deeply sunken eyes, and a vacant stare now fixed directly on Benjamin without blinking.

Benjamin stood still and let her look him over.

He had seen too many test subjects just now. Some were hysterical, some numb, some on their knees begging for mercy, and some cursing nonstop.

But Cindy was different from all of them.

Then Cindy opened her mouth and slowly said, "After today’s moon breaks apart, soak it in porridge and drink it. I only just remembered, there’s no such thing as a red sun, and mice are cats."

After saying that, she closed her mouth and continued staring straight at Benjamin.

Benjamin froze for a second, then nearly lost it.

Yeah, her mental illness did seem pretty damn serious.

Still, Benjamin did not make a final call right away.

Although Cindy’s mental illness was severe, her logical thinking was also sharp.

In the original series, Cindy had once been accidentally released. At the time, everyone thought she would go on a killing spree. Letting a lunatic like her loose was basically lighting the fuse on a barrel of explosives.

But in reality, Cindy not only did not attack the main group, she showed a surprisingly clear sense of action and logic.

She directly used telekinesis to crush the iron doors of the other test subjects’ rooms, releasing every imprisoned Supe and setting off a riot that swept through the entire laboratory.

That smooth chain of actions really did not look like something done by a person whose brain was completely broken.

In other words, Cindy’s psychosis was intermittent. Or rather, her psychosis and her normal logical thinking existed at the same time.

Her head might be packed full of shattered moons, red suns, and rats.

But that did not stop her from making the most precise call at a critical moment.

Benjamin decided to test that judgment.

He did not speak again or try to communicate.

He had his own way, a more direct one.

Soon, Benjamin took a step forward and walked up to Cindy, looking down at the small, bald woman.

There was less than a step between them. Benjamin could even smell the harsh chemical stink clinging to her.

Then Benjamin drove a punch down.