Doomsday in the Eyes of Capitalists

Doctor Strange's figure scattered like particles of light, but it left behind more than shock and awe.

He was still too kind.

He was a proper superhero, after all. In the final instant before those golden motes completely merged into the air, they seemed to carry a trace of mercy from deep within Doctor Strange's heart.

The motes drifted gently outward, like warm dust of light in winter, falling across the street that had just endured brutality and terror.

The first to feel the change was Starlight, who struggled to sit up, her charred arms screaming with pain. Those warm motes landed on her burned arms and immediately sank into her skin.

"This—"

Starlight was startled and uncertain.

A cool, soothing sensation brimming with vitality replaced the burning pain. She stared in astonishment as the terrible blackened marks on her arms faded and healed at a visible speed. Her skin became smooth again, leaving only faint red marks behind, and even the tissue damage beneath seemed to be recovering rapidly.

Clearly.

This was Doctor Strange's "charity."

Aside from being unable to save his own hands, the Sorcerer Supreme could save most other things. Especially after the massively strengthened version update, many variants of Doctor Strange across different planes had shown significant increases in power. Of course, the nerve damage in his hands still could not be healed. After all, that was an unchangeable historical node.

"Oh my God! Those lights!"

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

"Now this is what a real superhero looks like!"

Such a miraculous scene.

It instantly filled the once-dead street with incredulous cries and sobs. This was no longer the power of Destruction, but a true miracle of healing and protection.

Compared with the terror and ruin Homelander had brought moments ago, this silent healing was