Free Web NovelChapter 87: Chapter 87: Yay~
A few more suffocating days passed. freewebnovel.cσ๓
For Homelander, every minute of those days felt like being roasted alive over an open flame.
He felt like he was going to explode from rage.
Maeve’s betrayal and deception were already lodged in his heart like a thorn.
And that damn woman Stormfront was like a greedy vampire, sucking up the spotlight and fan cheers that should have belonged to him.
Homelander could not take it anymore.
He needed an outlet.
He needed to blow off steam.
So, radiating pure hostility, he stormed into Doppelganger’s cabin.
Doppelganger: ?
Inside that dim little cabin, Homelander treated the Supe who could transform into anyone like a living punching bag.
He even forced Doppelganger to take Maeve’s appearance.
Then he drove his steel-hard fists into that face, punch after punch.
Madelyn, Edgar, Becca...
As for Stormfront, Homelander did not do it. Mainly because Stormfront’s relationship with Soldier Boy made him afraid to desecrate her image.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed through the cabin.
Doppelganger was beaten until blood sprayed everywhere, begging for mercy again and again. In the end, he could not even maintain his transformation anymore and reverted to his original, hideous form, twitching in a pool of blood like a dead dog.
If Homelander had not clung to the last shred of sanity at the final moment, Doppelganger’s head would have been crushed under his foot like a watermelon.
...
Even after beating Doppelganger, the fire in Homelander’s chest barely died down at all.
After that, he tried flying tens of thousands of meters into the sky and unloading his Heat Vision into the clouds. He tried causing avalanches in remote snow-covered mountains.
He tried every extreme way he could think of to relieve the pressure.
But that deep anxiety and insecurity still followed him like a shadow.
Of course, Homelander was restraining himself. He was venting, yes, but he had not hurt a single person.
Doppelganger: So?
Homelander had thought about calling Benjamin.
God, he wanted his father to act like a real elder, to pat him on the head.
To tell him, "Good job, son. You’re the best."
Then he could tell him everything that had happened lately.
But when Homelander’s finger hovered over the call button, he jerked it back like he had been shocked.
No!
Absolutely not!
In Soldier Boy’s eyes, only weaklings and pussies ran crying to their parents the second they hit a little setback.
If he could not even handle one spotlight-stealing Stormfront, his father would be completely disappointed in him.
Besides, the worst part was that Stormfront had not actually done anything wrong.
She had just stolen his spotlight...
"I don’t need help. I can handle this myself!"
Homelander gritted his teeth, a sick glint flashing in his eyes.
He decided he would personally take back everything that belonged to him.
...
A few hours later.
Outside the filming base for [The Seven].
Homelander’s face was dark as he went straight for Stormfront’s luxury RV without knocking, without a single word of greeting, and slammed the door open like a violent gust of wind.
Stormfront was lounging comfortably on the sofa, sipping juice and scrolling through her steadily climbing Twitter follower count.
When she saw Homelander storm in, furious and out of control, she did not get up. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smirk, like she was watching a show.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Homelander stepped inside and roared, "You think I’m blind?! You think I can’t see through your dirty, low-rent bullshit?!"
"You keep stealing my rescue missions everywhere, running your mouth in front of the media!
"You trying to take my team from me? Trying to push me out of The Seven?!"
The more Homelander spoke, the more worked up he became.
"I know exactly what you’re doing!
"You want to crawl into my father’s bed. You want to look better than me in front of him. You want to take everything from me!"
"I’m telling you right now, that is never fucking happening!"
Faced with Homelander’s hysterical rant, Stormfront did not even blink. She simply shifted into a more comfortable position on the sofa.
"I’m the fucking captain of The Seven! Not you!"
Homelander kept going.
"I still have massive approval ratings. Ages 3 to 15, 18 to 49, even 25 to 53, all of them love me!"
"And everyone else in The Seven, and Soldier Boy! They all love me!"
When he shouted that last line, "They all love me," his voice even cracked, carrying a pitiful tremor.
Stormfront looked at the man in front of her, this man with godlike power and the fragile heart of a three-year-old giant baby, with open contempt, like she was staring at an idiot.
"Wow. Well, congratulations."
Stormfront’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I mean, needing everyone to love you like they’re soothing a baby every second of the day is pretty pathetic... but..."
At this point, Stormfront deliberately drew out her words and made an extremely provocative gesture at Homelander.
"Yay~"
