My name is John. I used to be the all-powerful Homelander.
Now I'm six years old, reborn in Douluo Dalu after Butcher bashed my head in with a metal rod.
I awakened Twin Martial Souls.
Left hand: Golden Superman. A body of steel, heat vision, super strength. Nothing can stand against it.
Right hand: Pale Milk Baby. An umbilical cord wraps around my wrist, and a baby's face writhes beneath my skin. It calls me "Mommy" and longs to turn everyone back into crying infants.
In my previous life, a lack of love turned me into a monster.
In this life, I hide my ugliest secret and just want to be a good person. But when the giant baby's cheek first pushed out through my palm, everyone called me an Evil Soul Master.
To hell with that.
I'm coming clean: I am a god.
And your deepest nightmare.
