Homelander quietly watched John groveling so shamelessly, an inexplicable rage rising within him.
This pathetic loser was the one the system wanted him to turn into a real hero?
How was this useless lump of mud supposed to harvest global popularity?
Slap!
Homelander raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across John's face.
John spun halfway around from the blow. Clutching his cheek, he stared at Homelander in terror, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
"Stand up straight!" Homelander barked.
John shuddered all over and reflexively straightened his back, pressing himself against the wall like an elementary school student who had done something wrong.
"You spineless coward!" Homelander pointed at John's nose, furious at his failure to live up to expectations. "Listen carefully! There's no damn clone! I'm your father!"
Fa... Father?
John's brain briefly crashed.
What nonsense was he talking about? Wasn't his father that old fossil, Soldier Boy?
That was practically common knowledge.
Could this powerful "clone" have some strange role-playing fetish? Did he enjoy playing these twisted family games?
But a man had to bow his head under another's roof. He was worse than an ordinary person now, so how could he dare argue?
"Yes, yes, Father." John hurriedly forced a flattering smile and bowed repeatedly. "I am your loyal son."
Homelander saw the flickering look in John's eyes and naturally knew what this fool was thinking.
"Put away those stupid thoughts." His gaze turned sharp as he said coldly, "When I say I'm your father, that is the truth."
John did not dare talk back and could only chuckle awkwardly in agreement. But his expression was plainly full of disbelief.
"Come here. Look at me carefully," Homelander ordered. "Do you really think we're identical clones?"
John did not dare disobey. He cautiously circled Homelander,