A few more suffocating days passed.
For Holander, every minute of those days felt like being roasted alive over an open fla.
He felt like he was going to explode from rage.
Maeve’s betrayal and deception were already lodged in his heart like a thorn.
And that damn woman Stormfront was like a greedy vampire, sucking up the spotlight and fan cheers that should have belonged to him.
Holander could not take it anymore.
He needed an outlet.
He needed to blow off steam.
So, radiating pure hostility, he stord into Doppelganger’s cabin.
Doppelganger: ?
Inside that dim little cabin, Holander treated the Supe who could transform into anyone like a living punching bag.
He even forced Doppelganger to take Maeve’s appearance.
Then he drove his steel-hard fists into that face, punch after punch.
Madelyn, Edgar, Becca...
As for Stormfront, Holander did not do it. Mainly because Stormfront’s relationship with Soldier Boy made him afraid to desecrate her image.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed through the cabin.
Doppelganger was beaten until blood sprayed everywhere, begging for rcy again and again. In the end, he could not even maintain his transformation anymore and reverted to his original, hideous form, twitching in a pool of blood like a dead dog.
If Holander had not clung to the last shred of sanity at the final mont, Doppelganger’s head would have been crushed under his foot like a waterlon.
...
Even after beating Doppelganger, the fire in Holander’s chest barely died down at all.
After that, he tried flying tens of thousands of ters into the sky and unloading his Heat Vision into the clouds. He tried causing avalanches in remote snow-covered mountains.
He tried every extre way he could think of to relieve the pressure.
But that deep anxiety and insecurity still followed him like a shadow.
Of course, Holander was restraining himself. He was venting, yes, but he had not hurt a single person.
Doppelganger: So?
Holander had thought about calling Benjamin.
God, he wanted his father to act like a real elder, to pat him on the head.
To tell him, "Good job, son. You’re the best."
Then he could tell him everything that had happened lately.
But when Holander’s finger hovered over the call button, he jerked it back like he had been shocked.
No!
Absolutely not!
In Soldier Boy’s eyes, only weaklings and pussies ran crying to their parents the second they hit a little setback.
If he could not even handle one spotlight-stealing Stormfront, his father would be completely disappointed in him.
Besides, the worst part was that Stormfront had not actually done anything wrong.
She had just stolen his spotlight...
"I don’t need help. I can handle this myself!"
Holander gritted his teeth, a sick glint flashing in his eyes.
He decided he would personally take back everything that belonged to him.
...
A few hours later.
Outside the filming base for [The Seven].
Holander’s face was dark as he went straight for Stormfront’s luxury RV without knocking, without a single word of greeting, and slamd the door open like a violent gust of wind.
Stormfront was lounging comfortably on the sofa, sipping juice and scrolling through her steadily climbing Twitter follower count.
When she saw Holander storm in, furious and out of control, she did not get up. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smirk, like she was watching a show.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Holander stepped inside and roared, "You think I’m blind?! You think I can’t see through your dirty, low-rent bullshit?!"
"You keep stealing my rescue missions everywhere, running your mouth in front of the dia!
"You trying to take my team from ? Trying to push out of The Seven?!"
The more Holander spoke, the more worked up he beca.
"I know exactly what you’re doing!
"You want to crawl into my father’s bed. You want to look better than in front of him. You want to take everything from !"
"I’m telling you right now, that is never fucking happening!"
Faced with Holander’s hysterical rant, Stormfront did not even blink. She simply shifted into a more comfortable position on the sofa.
"I’m the fucking captain of The Seven! Not you!"
Holander kept going.
"I still have massive approval ratings. Ages 3 to 15, 18 to 49, even 25 to 53, all of them love !"
"And everyone else in The Seven, and Soldier Boy! They all love !"
When he shouted that last line, "They all love ," his voice even cracked, carrying a pitiful tremor.
Stormfront looked at the man in front of her, this man with godlike power and the fragile heart of a three-year-old giant baby, with open contempt, like she was staring at an idiot.
"Wow. Well, congratulations."
Stormfront’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I an, needing everyone to love you like they’re soothing a baby every second of the day is pretty pathetic... but..."
At this point, Stormfront deliberately drew out her words and made an extrely provocative gesture at Holander.
"Yay~"
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