Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, one must never let their perceptions be limited.

What about atheism?

In this world, all kinds of strange things can happen!

Mike is with them right now, but what about next time?

Therefore, today, Mike is going to let Kayako-sensei teach Colson a lesson to shatter his narrow view of the world, to make him remember today's events, and to learn from this experience—so that when something similar happens again, he won't be caught off guard.

However, watching Colson's expression when he saw Kayako-sensei, his worldview collapsing, was undeniably amusing. Of course, this was just a side effect—a definite side effect.

Using his mental scan, Mike carefully checked what was happening across the hallway.

Kayako-sensei could be considered one of the top figures in the ghostly realm, and she was powerful—Mike had to be careful not to be noticed.

However, he clearly underestimated her strength and tolerance.

Kayako-sensei quickly sensed the probing mental energy, but instead of reacting immediately, she merely glanced at Mike's room. Her expression seemed to say, "I've seen you, and I'll deal with you later." This made Mike feel oddly nervous.

Her long black hair hung low, her face pale, and her eyes full of resentment.

Thinking back to the terrifying glance she had thrown earlier…

The atmosphere suddenly felt different.

Mike swallowed nervously and pulled out a bag of chips he had prepared for Charles and the others, tossing one into his mouth while he continued watching the live stream.

Colson had drunk a lot that night. By the time he was on his way to the hotel, the alcohol wasn't wearing off—in fact, it kept rising, making his head spin.

Rubbing his temples, he saw a strand of hair between his fingers, and Colson sucked in a breath, only to helplessly toss it into the trash.

"Why is it so cold?"

Shivering, Colson glanced at the thermometer and felt confused, his gaze growing more dazed.

"Huh? What was I about to do?"

Shaking his head, Colson gave a small shiver, threw the black cloth-wrapped box onto the bed, and slowly walked toward the bathroom, muttering to himself, "A bath, then sleep."

After filling the bathtub with water, Colson sank into the warmth of the bath, feeling at ease.

At last, it wasn't cold anymore. However…

When you drink and take a bath, it speeds up the effects of alcohol, and within moments, Colson began feeling the world spinning around him.

This feeling wasn't good, so he picked up a wet towel and placed it on his face.

Just as the towel touched his face, two figures appeared by the bathtub.

Saeki Toshio stood quietly beside the tub, watching Colson, while Kayako-sensei stood above him, gazing down at Colson's face covered by the towel, slowly bending down.

Watching this, Mike nervously shoved a couple more chips into his mouth, while Colson, the main subject, was completely unaware.

Finally, Kayako-sensei's face was nearly touching Colson's, but he still didn't react, his face hidden by the towel.

Kayako hesitated.

She could easily end Colson's life right now, but something about it felt incomplete…

Right, what was missing was pure terror and desperate screams.

It was when she saw those that her heart full of hatred and resentment would find some satisfaction.

But right now…

The person didn't even see her. What fun was that?

So, she gave a chilling look to her son, Saeki Toshio, who obediently reached out to grab the towel. Just as his hand was about to touch it, Colson swiftly pulled the towel off and locked eyes with the bent-over Kayako.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, the atmosphere thick with tension, making Mike, who was watching the live stream, feel nervous.

Kayako's gaze was full of venom as she reached for Colson.

The drunken Colson, his eyes blurry, skillfully shoved the towel into Kayako's hands and laid his body on the edge of the bathtub, saying, "Press here."

It seemed like Kayako had never encountered such a situation before, and she was momentarily stunned.

"Hahaha!" Mike laughed, nearly spitting out his chips.

This was probably the most awkward moment in Kayako-sensei's career.

Saeki Toshio looked cautiously at his mother, then placed his hands around Colson's neck.

Kayako immediately pushed her son's hands away, indicating that this time, she would take care of it personally.

The towel in her hand was manipulated by an unseen force, twisting it tightly into a makeshift club.

Drip… Drip… Drip…

A few drops of water fell on Colson's back, making him raise his head in confusion.

And as soon as he lifted his head, Kayako, using the towel, shoved it straight into Colson's mouth, forcing his jaw wide open, and the towel began to burrow into his stomach.

Colson's eyes instantly widened, his hands grabbing the towel, pulling it out with all his strength.

Watching this, Kayako felt a twisted satisfaction, but she clearly didn't want Colson to die so easily. No, she wanted him to feel the true essence of terror!

As Colson yanked the towel, his stomach churned, and suddenly, he turned into a human fountain.

"Ugh!"

An indescribable stream splattered over Kayako, drenching her completely.

The atmosphere became heavy and incredibly awkward.

Saeki Toshio stepped back in fear, while Kayako's long black hair began to lash around wildly, clearly furious beyond measure.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Mike, the only one watching this, was laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach.

This was truly Kayako's Waterloo, the most humiliating moment of her entire career.

Colson wiped his mouth and stumbled out of the tub.

The purge had actually helped clear his head a little.

Grabbing a towel nearby, he wrapped it around his body, shaking his woozy head, and looking at the disheveled Kayako. He furrowed his brow, trying to clear his alcohol-clouded mind, and stuttered, "Who… are you?"

Kayako trembled violently, the power of her hatred surging. The bathtub near her exploded as water began gushing from the faucet, her control ensuring that the water washed away the filth from her body.

Colson, staring at the chaotic scene, shook his head and began to clear the fog from his mind. His instincts as an agent kicked in, and he retreated toward the bathroom door.

Something wasn't right.

Though he was drunk and had no idea what had just happened, his instincts screamed danger, and the threat was coming from the woman in front of him.

Was she an assassin?

He yanked open the bathroom door, unsteady on his feet, and dashed toward the bed, pulling out his gun.

The next second, as he saw Kayako and Saeki Toshio walking through the door, he fired without hesitation.

Bang!

The bullet tore a hole in the door.

But Kayako and Saeki vanished before his eyes.

Colson shook his head, and just then, he felt a strange itch on his neck.

When his hand reached up, it grabbed a lock of hair—a hair he envied.

His pupils constricted, and before he knew it, he lunged forward.

But more and more black strands of hair were silently wrapping around him, pulling him to the ground.

Colson twisted his head, and that was when he saw it—Kayako's face for the first time.

(End of Chapter)