Deadpool whistled. "Damn… that's a masterclass in psychological warfare. Hats off. Homelander's got a real talent for being sickening."
Thor gave him a wary look. "Can't you learn something good for once? If you dare to follow in Homelander's footsteps, I swear, not only will you be banned from joining the Multiverse Defenders, you'll be first on our punishment list!"
Deadpool shrugged. "Hey, relax, buddy. Look, Homelander pulled that stunt on Billy, and everyone thinks he went too far—that he's a villain. But what if I turned the tables and used that same tactic on him? Steal his woman, have a kid with her, and make him watch… now that would be satisfying, wouldn't it?"
Billy Butcher's temple twitched uncontrollably.
Hughie gave Butcher a sympathetic look.
'No wonder he hates Homelander so much… if I were in his shoes, I'd probably feel the same—nothing less than a fight to the death.'
Just then, Annie spoke, her expression solemn and grave. "This is bad. Doctor Strange, you were right—Homelander is seriously disturbed. He doesn't care about money or power, but he does care deeply about his image and reputation. Because deep down, he desperately craves validation from others. Which means fame and public approval have been the chains keeping him in check, forcing him to maintain a heroic facade. But now… with the future videos exposing the truth—what's to stop him from spiraling completely out of control? What if he tries to destroy the world?"
Hearing this, Hughie and Butcher both shivered, blurting out in unison:
"He will. He'll absolutely do it!"
If the old Homelander was a rabid dog on a leash, then now, with the leash broken, there was no telling what havoc he might wreak. The thought alone was terrifying.
Deadpool cupped his hands over his mouth and painted a vivid picture. "Just imagine—if these videos were broadcast globally, people would flood the streets in protest. Homelander would be pissed. I bet he's already boiling with rage from what he's seen. Add fuel to that fire with a few angry mobs, and… what do you think he'd do?"
Everyone fell silent, their imaginations conjuring a horrifying scene: Homelander standing above a crowd of protestors, eyes glowing red, laser beams slicing through people like wheat under a scythe. Screams echoing. Blood everywhere. A massacre.
Hughie shuddered. "Dear god… that'd be the apocalypse. Who could stop him?"
"If he really does that, it would mean all-out war against the entire world," Billy growled. "Even if he's powerful, he'd be asking for death!"
Deep down, a dark part of him wanted Homelander to go berserk. If he became the world's number one enemy, there'd be no way out for him. It would guarantee his downfall.
Annie frowned. "Even if Homelander is defeated, think of the damage he could do. His destructive power surpasses bombs—maybe even nukes. How many innocent people would die before he's stopped?"
Thor shook his head. "I've seen the future of another world—Clark… Superman. Homelander's abilities are quite similar to his. And in Superman's world, if he loses control, he really can destroy everything."
He paused, then chuckled. "But don't worry too much. Superman's on our side. I believe if it comes to it, they'll step in. Clark can take Homelander, no problem. Oh—and let's not forget The Flash. Even if your world collapses, he can just rewind time and fix everything."
Hughie, Butcher, and Annie all exchanged bewildered looks. Thor's optimism sounded like delusion to them. Sure, they'd seen superhumans—like A-Train, known for his speed—but fast enough to reverse time? That was a stretch.
—
Meanwhile, in The Boys universe… Hughie and the others' worst fears were coming true.
Homelander was losing control.
He had been teetering on the edge ever since the protests against him started escalating. When he saw his once-revered portraits being stomped underfoot, his sanity began to unravel.
He wanted to use super-terrorists to hold the world hostage—to force people into admiring him again and restore his tarnished honor.
But before he could act on that plan, another future video showed him that his son was still alive. Homelander immediately set out to find him—but of course, he found nothing.
Becca Butcher and her son had already been rescued by Batman, Spider-Man, and the others before this multiversal quiz even started.
Unaware of this, Homelander followed the clues from the video to the house… only to find it empty. His first thought? They've taken his son again!
Enraged, he tore the entire house apart. Then, as if drawn by fate, he ran into a massive group of protestors.
"Criminal!"
"Liar!"
"Shut down Vought! Arrest Homelander!"
The crowd was shouting at him, surrounding him from all sides. Though it was clear many were afraid, years of Homelander's carefully curated image—especially in the United States—had emboldened them to speak out.
Some even ripped up his posters and stomped them into the ground.
From above, Homelander had already noticed the tide turning against him. His super hearing and super vision had picked up on every insult, every protest sign. His temper was boiling over. If not for recent distractions, he would have lashed out already.
And now, blocked by this pathetic mob, he didn't fly away—instead, he smiled.
But behind that smile was a chilling coldness.
He slowly walked toward the protestors.
"For years, all these years! Have you not seen how many people I've saved? The disasters I've prevented?! You—you ignorant pigs! Don't take my mercy for granted. I am the greatest being on this planet! You need only kneel and behave, and I will grant you peace. So why do you insist on ruining everything?"
His voice was loud, his expression intense—so much so that it sent a chill down everyone's spine.
From a nearby news helicopter, a reporter shouted,
"I have a feeling… this is going to be front-page news! Homelander's about to kill someone!"
"God! Isn't this terrifying?"
"Haha—get in closer! We need HD footage of Homelander snapping! He kills, I get promoted, you get a raise—we'll pop champagne together!"
Back on the street, the protestors began to quiet. Homelander's threatening tone was no longer masked by charisma.
A middle-aged woman leading the crowd gulped nervously, her eyes wide with fear.
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