Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Heh-heh!"

Kuchi chuckled softly as he watched Mike approach, struggling to say, "I was planning to have you inherit my position..."

"I'm not interested."

"Do you have a cigarette?"

"I don't smoke."

Kuchi paused for a moment, then laughed aloud: "Heh-heh..."

"I have one in my pocket."

Mike fell silent for a moment, while Kuchi stubbornly fixed his gaze on him, his eyes gradually softening with a hint of pleading.

Suddenly, Mike raised his gun. In the blink of an eye, Kuchi's head exploded under his astonished gaze.

"I told you, I don't smoke."

Mike said calmly, holstering the gun. He turned and walked toward the gun he had casually discarded earlier, bending down to pick it up…

"Boom!"

A violent explosion ripped through the air, scattering Kuchi's body into pieces, blood and limbs flying through the corridor like a madman splashing filth on the walls.

Hearing the noise, Raven stepped cautiously to the door and peeked outside.

"Slap!"

A hand covered her face, and a voice said, "Don't look, it's dirty."

Raven breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like Mike won.

She reached up to remove Mike's hand, saying, "I haven't seen anything..."

When she looked up, her face turned pale. She turned to Mike and said, "You're really something."

"I'm already a father," Mike replied.

Raven was momentarily speechless.

Just then, Mike leaned slightly forward and whispered something in her ear.

Raven looked at Mike with pitiful eyes, pointing to her still-bleeding shoulder, "I'm so pitiful. Can't I wait until my injury heals?"

Mike smiled slightly. "Maybe, but you could wait for me to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. or the FBI about your little escapade."

Don't think he didn't know. Raven's body healed far faster than ordinary people's, especially with the organization's healing fluids.

Raven huffed softly, turned, and left. But just two steps later, her appearance shifted back into Mike's likeness.

Mike sighed with relief.

This time, he had truly settled things.

After reaching the car he had hidden earlier, Mike drove off.

*The Assassin Alliance Headquarters*

When Sloan received Mike's call, he couldn't help but smile and hung up the phone.

He slowly stood up, looking out at the disguised assassins posing as workers. He chuckled softly.

"Hahaha!"

In the empty office, Sloan's laughter echoed.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, and the joy on his face vanished. A look of heaviness and sorrow took its place as he walked out of the office.

Meanwhile, Raven, having tended to her wounds, purchased a flight ticket under Mike's identity and left New York.

As for Mike, upon returning to Kent Farm, he handed over the management of the farm to someone he had arranged in advance. Then, he quickly took Clark and left, taking their pre-packed belongings and heading north.

...

*Three years later, in a small town on the edge of Lake Superior in Northern America—Mike's Good Tomorrow Farm.*

Mike stood before the vast cornfield, wearing a simple, contented smile.

It was another great harvest this year.

"Dad! Look!"

A three-year-old child ran up to Mike, laughing.

His black hair curled slightly, and his blue eyes were as pure and clear as the sky.

Clark Kent, Mike's son.

Clark proudly extended his hand toward Mike, showing him something.

Mike crouched down, smiling as he ruffled Clark's hair. "What is it?"

Clark sniffled and said, "These are my friends—Little Green, Little White, and Little Red."

Mike had a bad feeling.

The last time Clark said something like this, he ended up introducing a one-meter-long snake to Mike.

"Can I see them?"

Mike said nervously.

Clark stepped back, warily adding, "You're not going to throw my friends away again, are you?"

Mike gently reassured him, "No, I won't."

After thinking for a moment, Clark opened his hand.

Three differently colored worms struggled to move their fuzzy bodies in Clark's palm.

Mike's face immediately changed. He grabbed Clark's hand, shook it violently, and the three worms fell to the ground. Without hesitation, Mike scooped Clark up and stood, heading out.

The "parent card" of unreasonably harsh reactions.

Clark was stunned for a moment, then cried out, "Dad lied to me! Dad lied to me!"

"Those worms are poisonous."

"No, dad lied to me!"

"The worms will bite your fingers!"

"I'm not afraid!"

"I'll make you braised pork for lunch."

"Woo, I want two bowls! Woo!"

The "parent card" of food tactics, successful!

...

*At Mike's Home*

After preparing lunch for Clark, Mike watched the little one happily eat, a slight smile on his face. He silently called out to the system.

The system interface appeared in his mind.

Host: Mike Kent.

Ability: Memory Manifestation.

Current ability level: LV1.

Current upgrade progress: 50%.

Yes, you read that right—50% upgrade progress!

Mike had figured out how to upgrade his abilities.

Since the system was named "Super Daddy System," it was naturally related to children.

As Clark grew or completed certain milestones, Mike's upgrade bar would fill, and his powers would grow.

Though his progress was only at 30%, the manifestation energy within him had multiplied several times over!

The unfortunate part was that he could still only manifest equipment and tools.

Below Mike's profile, in the section for Clark…

Son: Clark Kent (Kryptonian).

August 8, 1982: Clark learned to roll over.

October 1, 1982: Clark learned to sit up.

November 29, 1982: Clark learned to crawl.

1982...

The once empty page was now filled with text, documenting every milestone of Clark's growth.

Thinking back on the hardships of these three years, Mike couldn't help but feel emotional.

Fortunately, he hadn't led Clark astray.

Though Clark was only three years old, the strength of his Kryptonian heritage had already started to show. Mike had been teaching him to control his powers, constantly reminding him not to reveal his differences in front of others.

This world might seem glamorous, but the hidden darkness was terrifying to think about.

Mutants dissected for research, homeless people used as lab rats…

Mike shuddered as he recalled the things he'd seen during his assassin days.

If any research organizations discovered Clark's unique abilities, Mike couldn't imagine what would happen to him.

Clark was a good, smart boy. From interacting with other children, he had already realized that he was different, which made him listen closely to Mike. He had never revealed his differences in front of others, which gave Mike some peace of mind.

Although Clark could be a bit spoiled at times, it was only when he was with Mike.

Mike's solution was simple.

Braised pork.

There was no problem a good braised pork couldn't fix. And if there was… add a plate of caramelized apples and a donut.

Over the past three years, Mike had learned many dishes, more than enough to handle Clark's needs.

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