Stormfront pulled the door open and strode out.
The smile on her face did not fade in the slightest. She even raised her phone again and continued her livestream for the camera.
"Whoa, guys, did you see that? The famous Homelander. Though it looks like our captain isn't in the best mood today."
As she walked down Vought Tower's luxurious corridor, she spoke to her fans in a conspiratorial tone.
"Not like those 'heroes' who always wear perfect smiles and recite standard PR scripts, right? I told you I'd show you something real."
The livestream chat instantly exploded.
["Oh my God! She actually dared to say it!"]
["Love her! Now this is the kind of hero we want to see!"]
["Homelander looked a little pissed, lmao."]
["Be careful, Stormfront!"]
Watching the scrolling comments, Stormfront's smile widened.
A bunch of stupid ants. Give them a little of what they think is "reality," and they'll come running like dogs, wagging their tails.
"Don't worry, babes." She winked at the camera, her tone light. "I'm just saying hello to my new coworkers. Teamwork, right? A team needs at least a few people who can get things done, not a bunch of pretty ornaments who can only read from a script."
Her pointed remark instantly set off another wave of discussion.
As for Homelander...
His utterly dark expression flashed through Stormfront's mind, along with the red light that had instantly flared in his eyes.
A perfect Aryan superman. Powerful, pure, possessed of godlike strength. His only flaw is that those damned capitalists have kept him for too long, leaving him somewhat weak and emotional.
But that's all right. He's a perfect uncut gem. With just a little careful shaping, he can become the new Führer who leads our race to greatness.
This probe had