Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Mr. Sinister, Essex—having lived for nearly two centuries—was a monster in more ways than one. Unlike simpletons like Logan or Victor, anyone with enough cunning could amass a terrifying amount of wealth over such a long life.

He owned several companies, and many mutant research facilities were secretly funded by him under different aliases.

When he decided to implement his Hero Creation Plan, he immediately established a new company and had Jason invest a massive amount of capital into it.

Overnight, a massive corporation quietly emerged in the world—specifically in the United States.

Of course, the company hadn't officially started operations yet—because their "employees" had not arrived.

"You found it?"

Although Mr. Sinister already had a hunch about what Jason meant upon hearing those words, he still maintained his calm, slowly turning to face Jason and asking, "Found what?"

"An arm. The intruder's arm. The arm of what the superheroes are calling a Kryptonian."

A cold smile spread across Mr. Sinister's pale face, his excitement evident beneath his sinister expression.

"Excellent. Then let's begin."

He turned to look at Nutrition Tank No. 001, his eyes burning with anticipation.

…

The next day, without warning, a series of terrifying, eye-opening pieces of evidence of mutant persecution began to appear online.

Photos, videos, experimental records...

Although government agencies scrambled to suppress these leaks as soon as they appeared, the Brotherhood had a mutant who could manipulate the internet. Under his control, the information could not be contained and spread at an alarming rate.

As people witnessed the cruel experiments, doubts naturally arose about their authenticity. But as more confirmations rolled in—some even from superheroes within the X-Men condemning the events and demanding accountability—public skepticism vanished. People stood with the X-Men, protesting the unjust treatment of mutants. Demonstrations and marches began.

To many now, mutants were no longer terrifying monsters with superpowers—they had become a persecuted and vulnerable group, dissected and studied like lab animals.

Of course, a large portion of the population was thrilled, believing that such treatment was justified. To them, mutants were monsters and deserved no better.

The conflict between both sides escalated rapidly, even erupting into violent clashes in certain areas.

A storm was brewing.

One week later, a company called FutureTech quietly appeared.

As for Mike, he continued his life of leisure.

However...

He decided it was time to find something to do.

So, he sat down in front of his computer, planning to check out job listings online.

As he powered it on, Mike actually felt a little excited.

It felt like a blind box full of random jobs sat before him—he had no idea what he'd end up with.

Humming a tune, Mike opened the browser and logged into a recruitment website.

"Register an account…"

He muttered under his breath, then began filling out his personal details.

Name: Mike Kent

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Skills: Assassination...

Mike hesitated for a moment, then quietly deleted that and replaced it.

Skills: Protection, cooking, problem-solving

Preferred Job: Layi—

He quickly hit backspace and instead selected All options.

Contact Information: Redacted

After carefully confirming all details were correct, Mike clicked Submit.

Please enter the verification code: Click on all the buses below.

Mike examined the image carefully.

"One, two, three… and one in the corner. That's easy!"

Muttering to himself, he marked all the buses and clicked Submit.

Verification failed!

"Huh? I got it wrong?"

Mike scratched his head in confusion.

No way… he had marked all of them. Could it be that he missed that tiny one in the corner?

He refreshed the image.

Please click on all the traffic lights below.

This time, Mike examined it closely and clicked one by one.

Verification failed!

Mike: _

Refreshed again.

Please click all the fire hydrants.

Click...

Verification failed!

Please click all the...

Several minutes later—

Mike: ()

Still wrong?

Mike swore—he definitely got them right!

Super vision, activate!

His pupils flashed as he engaged his microscopic vision.

Please click all the...

Verification failed!

Failed!

Failed!

Mike: (益)

He wasn't giving up!

He widened his eyes, his pupils beginning to glow red.

But still...

Failed!

Failed!

Minutes passed—

"ARGHHH!!!"

Mike's eyes gleamed, and two blood-red beams shot out, piercing the monitor, through the wall, and vanishing after blasting into Steve's house next door.

"Huff… Huff…"

Mike panted heavily.

"Fck! Fck!

This is outrageous!"

He was furious now. He even had the urge to find the website admin and slam them to the ground with a beating!

"Screw this job hunt!

Damn it!

I'm never using the internet to job search again!"

Meanwhile, next door, Steve saw two red beams shoot out of Mike's house and break through his own wall, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

That was…

He quickly grabbed his shield from the wall, leapt out the window, and rushed toward Mike's house.

If he wasn't mistaken, that was Mike's heat vision.

Even though he believed Mike could handle any danger, Steve didn't hesitate to act.

He stood at Mike's front door, pressing his ear against it.

There was no sound.

His heart sank.

Could it be... that Mike was already taken down before he could fight back?

How powerful would such an enemy have to be?

Sweat dripped from Steve's brow.

Call the Avengers?

Call the Avengers!

He immediately pressed the emergency beacon, took a deep breath, and charged into Mike's house.

BANG!

Shield raised, he smashed through the glass and rolled inside.

Crash!

Upstairs, Mike—still fuming—heard the sound. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Someone bold enough to break into his home?

Mike snorted and leisurely walked downstairs.

This was going to be fun.

To preserve the thrill of this unexpected surprise, he didn't even use his super vision to peek.

So, when he descended the stairs, he saw a sneaky-looking… Steve?

Mike paused, and Steve froze as well, staring at Mike in shock.

"You're okay? Where's the enemy?"

"Enemy? What enemy? What are you talking about?"

Mike looked at him in confusion.

Steve looked just as confused. "Wasn't that heat vision just now a signal that you were under attack?"

(End of Chapter)