When Homelander reached the school corridor, he sensed something unusual.
He walked through the corridor without showing it and stepped into the school's broad plaza.
Along the way, students who spotted Homelander in person nearly lost their minds with excitement.
"Oh my God! It's Homelander!"
"Oh my God, he really is at the school!"
"Mr. Principal! Can I get a photo with you?!"
The crowd surged forward and surrounded him.
"Of course, no problem." Homelander stopped, and a smile instantly appeared on his face.
Several older girls with long, wavy blonde hair were bolder still. Shrieking, they rushed up and fought to wrap their arms around his, pressing their bodies tightly against him.
"Homelander! I love you!" The girls' faces flushed with excitement.
"Careful, girls. There's enough of me to go around."
Homelander turned no one away. He cheerfully obliged every request, flashing his practiced, charming smile at their phone cameras.
He patiently signed every notebook held out to him, putting his flawless approachability on full display.
Only when the warning bell rang again did he stop.
The students reluctantly let go and headed to their classrooms, glancing back as they went.
The lively plaza gradually emptied.
Homelander stood where he was, the smile fading from his face until his expression was calm.
"You've been watching long enough. Aren't you going to come say hello?" Homelander asked evenly.
He slowly turned around.
Beneath a huge oak tree ten meters away, an old man stepped out of the shadows.
He wore an ordinary beige casual suit, with white hair and a white beard. A pale gold leather patch covered his right eye.
He was dressed like an ordinary old man from Earth.
But Homelander saw the vast divine power beneath that exterior at a glance.
The visitor was none other than