No matter how powerful Zero's bullets were, they were completely useless in front of Eric. Because of this, Rorschach wasn't worried about him.
Instead, he turned his attention to the saber-toothed tiger, whose head was already starting to recover, and fell into deep thought.
With that monster's insane self-healing power, taking him down with fists alone would be extremely difficult.
He couldn't exactly beat the guy into meat paste, could he?
That'd be way too brutal.
His eyes scanned the scene—and finally landed on the two dinner knives that Eric had used earlier to stab the saber-toothed tiger, which had been tossed aside.
Without hesitation, Rorschach walked over, picked one up, and flipped it in his hand thoughtfully.
Sure, the saber-toothed tiger could heal… but if he chopped off that mutt's head, surely even he wouldn't survive that?
This guy wasn't Deadpool—he couldn't just grow a new head.
The only concern was whether the knife was strong enough.
Could it handle the job, or would it be like trying to crush garlic with a paper plate?
But there was no time to overthink.
The saber-toothed tiger was already getting back up.
His wild, animalistic aura exploded again. Blood streaked his face, and the grin he wore was twisted, maniacal—as if he'd just crawled out of hell.
With a low growl, he lunged at Rorschach again.
But Rorschach, moving faster than the eye could follow, easily sidestepped.
In one fluid motion, he swung the table knife with terrifying precision.
Boom!
A cold flash.
Slash!
The saber-toothed tiger's head flew clean off.
A geyser of blood erupted from his neck like a fountain—brutal, but almost mesmerizing.
Because of the momentum, the headless corpse took two more steps before collapsing with a heavy thud.
Meanwhile, his head traced a graceful arc through the air and landed on the lawn dozens of meters away—like a grotesque football.
"You… you killed Victor!" Bradley stared at the body in stunned silence, disbelief etched on his face.
Victor, that beast of a man, was taken out so easily?
He couldn't believe that this young man—who even looked a little scholarly—was this powerful.
"If he can't reattach his head," Rorschach shrugged, "I'm pretty sure he's dead."
Bang!
A muffled groan echoed from nearby. Eric had handled his business.
Zero had been struck by several of his own bullets, now lying on the ground with wide, unblinking eyes, clearly dead.
He had gone to reunite with his dear brother Victor.
After all, good teammates die together.
[Mission completed. Congratulations, Host! You've earned 100 Origin Points.]
[Origin Points are the core source of power used for upgrades and growth. Let's begin your evolution journey!]
At that moment, Rorschach's mind rang with the system notification.
A wealth of information instantly surfaced in his consciousness.
As the system explained, Origin Points were the key to his evolution and power scaling.
They could unlock progress on the Homelander template, boost individual attributes, or even enhance existing abilities.
In short, Rorschach's future depended on them.
"Rorschach, I didn't realize you were so… violent," Eric said, walking over and glancing at Victor's decapitated body.
Rorschach shrugged. "It was a little gory, sure—but honestly, I think he died peacefully. Probably didn't even feel it."
He wasn't joking.
With the speed of his slash, even a sheet of paper could have cut through flesh. Victor probably hadn't realized what happened before his head was airborne.
Though, with that guy's tenacious vitality, he might've had a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of flying.
"You alright?" Eric asked again, more seriously this time.
He had been trying to lighten the mood earlier—after all, killing someone could shake even the toughest young person.
"I'm good," Rorschach said with a calm nod.
It was his first kill—well, in either life—but strangely, he felt… fine.
No guilt. No regret. Just calm.
"If you ever want to talk, I'm here," Eric said, patting his shoulder. Then he turned his gaze to Bradley. "Now… who were those two?"
Bradley's face darkened. "You're in trouble, man."
"Oh?" Eric narrowed his eyes. "What kind of trouble?"
"The one with the claws was Victor. The other? We just called him Zero."
"They're from a secretive organization—dangerous as hell."
Eric's eyes turned sharp like blades. "What organization?"
Bradley felt a chill down his spine. This guy's aura had suddenly turned terrifying.
"I said… what kind of organization?" Eric growled, grabbing him by the collar. "Don't tell me it's Shaw."
From what Eric knew, the only major mutant force was the Hellfire Club led by Sebastian Shaw.
"Shaw? No, man! I've never even heard of him!"
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying! Let me go!"
"Eric! Calm down!" Rorschach stepped in.
"I don't think he's lying," he added.
In fact, Rorschach knew he wasn't lying.
This wasn't Shaw's group—it was Stryker's covert mutant program.
Eric looked at him for a moment, then reluctantly released Bradley.
"He'd better not be."
Bradley adjusted his collar and exhaled. "If I were you, I'd get out of here. Fast."
He wasn't trying to scare them—he was dead serious.
He'd heard the rumors: Victor and Zero were sent to hunt down deserters.
Technically, these two just saved his life.
"You're coming with us," Eric said abruptly, grabbing Bradley's arm and dragging him toward the car without any room for negotiation.