Homelander ignored the mortals' shock.
He frowned, rapidly sifting through the information he had just absorbed.
Accountants, plumbers, lawyers, homeless men, high school students, veterans.
More than three thousand lives.
Not one record mentioned "Mutants" or "telepathy."
There was no school for Mutants, no rumors of the X-Men.
Every one of these men named Charles Xavier was utterly ordinary.
The most unusual was merely a con man who made money performing magic tricks in Las Vegas.
Did I come to the wrong universe?
Or was this universe's Charles Xavier so cautious that he'd used powerful telepathy to alter everyone's memories and erase every trace of himself from official records?
Records could lie, but living people could not fool him.
Homelander turned to America, who had been standing quietly beside him.
"I'm going to check for myself." Homelander gave her a reassuring smile. "Rest here for a while. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon."
America nodded. "Go ahead. I'll wait here."
Homelander said no more.
In a flash, he left the reception room and vanished through the window into the sky.
Over the next dozen minutes, reports of unidentified flying objects came in from skies across the globe.
Homelander crossed four oceans and seven continents, personally checking every likely candidate in the records.
From New York to London, from Australia to Cape Town.
In the end, he confirmed one fact.
Fuck. I really did come to the wrong universe!
This universe had no Mutants and no Charles Xavier.
America's portal had opened into a completely unrelated universe in the Multiverse.
"Fuck! What the hell."
Homelander cursed. He had wasted all that time for nothing.
Since there was no one in this universe who could solve Wanda's mental problems, there was no point in staying.
He decided to take America to