Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Bang!

Jason fell to the ground again, his body twitching slightly.

Mike looked at Jason, while Coulson and his girlfriend turned to look at Mike.

"Is this a joke...?"

Coulson muttered, glancing at his girlfriend.

Milly pinched Coulson.

"Ouch!"

"It's real."

Milly nodded firmly.

Coulson shot Milly a resentful look.

At that moment, they saw Mike flip his palm, and a knife mysteriously appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he drove the blade into Jason's forehead.

"Is... is that really necessary?"

Coulson stammered, his eyes wide. Milly frantically nodded, and then, as Mike turned to look at them, they both instinctively took a step back.

"Of course it is," Mike replied to them, his tone serious. "From what I know, this killer has been revived several times already."

*Thwack! Thwack!*

While speaking to them, Mike continued to lift and swing his sword. Each strike echoed through the air.

Coulson and Milly's eyes twitched uncontrollably, cold sweat beginning to form on their foreheads.

Oh my God! Mom, no!

At this point, Coulson couldn't help but silently cross his chest.

"Hmm? Not moving anymore?"

Mike looked down at Jason's body, then waved his hand, dispelling the sword. He glanced carefully toward their tent.

The kids... they didn't see this, did they?

Such bloodshed would be bad for their development!

Seeing no movement from the tent, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

If anyone asks, just say it was Coulson's fault.

Mike glanced over at Coulson.

Coulson's face turned pale, a chill creeping from his feet up to his head.

We need to leave soon. If word of Jason's incident gets out, it might attract attention from certain departments.

Mike didn't want to deal with those departments.

But before leaving, he still needed to have a word with Coulson.

With that thought, Mike walked toward Coulson.

Coulson swallowed nervously, pulling Milly backward.

"Stop right there. I need to talk to you."

"Don't come any closer—just stay where you are and talk!"

Mike paused, confused. Did this guy misunderstand something?

Mike stopped in his tracks and said, "Everything that happened here today stays between us."

Coulson hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Milly.

Mike smiled faintly, deciding to trust Coulson just this once. After all, this guy's character was still pretty solid.

If any department started investigating him, Mike had ways of handling it.

"Ah, ah..."

Suddenly, Milly screamed in terror, her eyes fixed on something behind Mike.

"Huh?"

Mike turned around to see Jason's corpse standing up again. The blood that had once spilled from his body had now turned into black liquid, giving off a distinctly foul, putrid aura.

It won't die?

Does this mean I need to chop it into pieces?

Wait, no!

Mike's eyes narrowed as he noticed the expression behind Jason's mask.

Curiosity, surprise, greed, even a hint of longing.

"Who are you?"

Mike's voice was cold as he flicked his fingers, producing a card.

"Oh? You noticed?"

Jason—if it could even be called that—spoke with a slight surprise, then chuckled softly. "I must have overlooked something."

It locked eyes with Mike for a moment, then glanced over toward Coulson and Milly's tent, its gaze filled with desire.

"What a wonderful soul... truly an incomparable treasure."

Mike's eyes grew colder, his steps quickening as he moved to block the entrance to the tent. "A demon?"

"Heh..." The figure in Jason's body laughed lowly, its tone dripping with amusement. "It seems you know more than I expected."

It raised its hand toward Coulson and Milly's direction, and suddenly, whispers of dark magic filled the air.

*Thud!*

Two people collapsed to the ground, and those who had been trying to escape also fell, one by one, like wheat being reaped.

"Don't worry, I just put them to sleep,"

*'Jason'* said with a smile, his voice smooth and composed, emanating from beneath the mask. "As you said, I'm a demon. You can call me Mephisto."

Mephisto?

Mike's eyes narrowed.

The demon who makes contracts and collects souls?

This guy was powerful and treacherous, the very one responsible for the Ghost Rider's existence through a pact.

So, Jason's revival had something to do with him? Could it be because Jason had made a pact with Mephisto?

In that case, Jason's growing strength with each revival made sense.

Was Mephisto here now because Jason had discovered them—because their souls had attracted his attention?

"Hmm?"

Noticing Mike's reaction, Mephisto spoke with a hint of amusement. "It seems you know who I am. Interesting human."

Mike didn't find it interesting; he felt an immense pressure instead.

"What do you want?"

Mike gripped the card tightly in his hand.

Mephisto gazed at Mike, then at the tent behind him. "Make a pact with me. I like your souls."

*Like*, so if I agree, I become your plaything?

"If I refuse?"

Mike replied coldly.

Mephisto usually collected souls through contracts, rarely forcing the issue. Mike suspected the demon might be wary of something—perhaps… the Ancient One.

Or maybe it was just his pure evil nature at play, typical for a demon.

"This will be troublesome," Mephisto muttered, tapping the forehead of his mask. "It's risky, but with such a high-quality collection, I simply can't resist."

Mike's eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he manifested the card in his hand.

**Name:** *Wraith Veil* 

**Description:** A shield that blocks one spell. 

**Note:** You can also wield her, oh yes, *her*, to enhance your spellcasting abilities—provided you know magic.

A cross adorned with a ruby appeared in Mike's hand. The moment it appeared, a thin, mist-like veil surrounded him.

*Boom!*

In the next moment, the veil shattered silently, and the cross vanished.

At the same time, the magical energy Mephisto had projected disappeared as well.

Mephisto furrowed his brow, but Mike had already summoned another card.

The card shattered, and *Senbonzakura* materialized in Mike's hand.

Without a second thought, Mike spoke the release incantation.

Not the Shikai, but the Bankai.

With his power progression reaching 98%, Mike's ability to manifest Bankai had finally reached a level where it could support some Zanpakuto's Bankai forms, even if it lasted only a short time—just enough for certain actions, like disarming himself and equipping partial gear…

"Bankai: Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!"

As Mike spoke, he released the sword from his hand. The blade fell, but it vanished from the ground like a phantom.

The next instant, massive blades shot up from the ground, rising like a forest of swords on both sides of Mike's body. In Mephisto's surprised gaze, all the blades quietly shattered, turning into swirling cherry blossoms that formed a protective sea of sakura flowers around Mike and the tent behind him.

Mephisto reached out to grab a falling petal.

*Shing…*

A deep cut appeared on his palm. To his surprise, the blade seemed capable of cutting into his very soul.

"Interesting! How fascinating!"

Mephisto murmured, channeling magic into Jason's body to strengthen it. He then manipulated Jason's body, sending it toward Mike, who was now surrounded by the petals.

(End of Chapter)