Bootleg Superman is Still Bootleg

In the air, Homelander was hard-stunned for a moment by Doctor Strange's descending rebuke. After a brief shock, towering rage instantly swallowed up that single trace of confusion.

How could he not be furious?

He was Homelander, Vought's banner, a god in the hearts of the public, a symbol of power—and he had been viciously mocked by a mage in a ridiculous cloak.

And in front of countless cameras?

Utter humiliation! Unforgivable!

"I'll kill you!"

Homelander instantly appeared in front of Doctor Strange, his fist moving at a speed ordinary people could not possibly react to, smashing straight into Doctor Strange's face.

However.

As everyone at the scene held their breath, the sight of Doctor Strange's head exploding did not appear. Instead, the "body" that had been shattered directly turned into a magical chain that bound Homelander.

Doctor Strange's figure appeared not far away—clearly, what had just happened was an illusion combined with a trap spell. Someone who knew magic did indeed possess a natural, invincible advantage against muggle superhumans.

Doctor Strange's gaze before them was cold.

"This—"

The person in charge from Vought went deathly pale, his lips trembling as he tried to squeeze out a professional, soothing smile, yet his feet involuntarily took half a step back.

He had just opened his mouth, wanting to say some boilerplate lines like "misunderstanding," "under too much pressure," or "Vought will handle the aftermath and strengthen psychological evaluations" to salvage this completely collapsed PR situation.

However, Doctor Strange did not even give him the chance to organize his words.

The instant the person in charge's lips moved, Doctor Strange's gaze, cold as ancient ice, swept over him. There was not the slightest trace of human emotion in that gaze, only a lofty scrutiny, an insight that seemed to pierce through his