Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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What kind of face was that...

It was undeniably delicate, yet twisted with hate and resentment—resentment toward herself, hatred for others, and a grudge against the entire world. Her eyes burned with an endless, malevolent fury.

She wanted to kill him. Kill everyone.

The moment Coulson laid eyes on her, the overwhelming aura of hatred consumed him, as if he had just witnessed the most terrifying thing in existence.

His pupils contracted. His breathing became ragged as he desperately stumbled backward.

But those long strands of black hair coiled around him, tightening their grip.

Bound in place, he could do nothing but tremble under an all-consuming fear.

Kayako wanted Coulson to experience every horror imaginable before he died. She wanted to scare him to death—literally.

Coulson's face turned pale, his gaze losing focus. Sweat poured down his body as he was dragged into a nightmarish illusion crafted by Kayako.

Watching this unfold, Mike finally moved.

He casually popped the last potato chip into his mouth, and the card in his hand dissolved into light. In the same instant, the spectral figure of Byakuya Kuchiki materialized before vanishing into Mike's body. Without hesitation, Mike summoned Senbonzakura, then flickered out of existence, teleporting into the room across from him.

The moment he appeared, two pairs of eyes locked onto him.

Kayako Saeki. Toshio Saeki.

The mother and son stood in eerie silence, but the thick, invisible malice coiled around Mike like a living thing.

Mike's body tensed. A pulse of spiritual pressure burst from him before he immediately reined it back in, scattering the incoming hatred like a gust of wind dispersing fog. Then, step by step, he advanced toward Kayako.

"Let him go."

Kayako stared at Mike, her aura intensifying until it became nearly tangible, seething with malice.

Mike arched an eyebrow. With a slight movement of his wrist, his Zanpakutō flashed—so fast it was almost imperceptible.

The black strands binding Coulson snapped. Without missing a beat, Mike grabbed him and, just as the hair surged toward them like a tidal wave, used Shunpo to dodge to the side.

But the dark tendrils showed no sign of stopping. If anything, they hesitated only briefly before spreading across the room with even greater speed.

Mike swung his blade effortlessly, severing the encroaching strands while shaking Coulson.

Seeing Coulson's dazed expression, Mike couldn't tell if he was still trapped in the illusion or simply hadn't sobered up from drinking. Without hesitation, he used a purification card.

In an instant, Coulson's eyes snapped open, jolted awake from his nightmare.

The moment he registered his surroundings, he screamed.

"F**k!"

What the hell were these things? Why was there so much hair?!

Mike smirked. "Jealous?"

That shine, that volume…

Coulson shot him a glare. "Is this really the time for jokes?!"

The black hair now surged like a flood, filling half the room.

"Stay close to me," Mike said nonchalantly.

Then, without turning, he stabbed his blade backward.

Pfft! 

A soft, slicing sound rang out.

The ghostly figure that had silently appeared behind them was impaled by the Zanpakutō. Its form dissolved into a cascade of black hair, scattering onto the floor.

Mike raised an eyebrow.

Kayako's abilities were turning out to be quite intriguing.

The next second, multiple Kayako clones emerged from the writhing mass of hair, crawling toward them in grotesque, unnatural poses. Meanwhile, the black strands slithered like constricting serpents, seeking to strangle them.

"Scatter, Senbonzakura."

With a quiet murmur, Mike released his Zanpakutō.

The blade disintegrated into countless tiny, crimson petals, drifting through the air like a mesmerizing dance of cherry blossoms.

In the darkness of the cursed room, a new, breathtaking sight emerged.

Beautiful…

For a fleeting moment, Kayako was entranced—only for her resentment to return tenfold.

They all deserved to die!

Something so beautiful had no place here. It had to be destroyed!

But the first thing to be obliterated was her own terrifying, waterfall-like black hair.

Wherever the scarlet petals drifted, every strand of hair was sliced apart. With just a single swirl, Senbonzakura cleared the space around Mike and Coulson completely.

Kayako let out an ear-piercing shriek, her clones lunging at them in a final, desperate attack.

But the floating cherry blossoms enveloped Mike like a barrier, shredding every last doppelgänger into nothingness. Soon, the petals spiraled around Kayako herself, trapping her completely.

Throughout it all, Coulson noticed something strange.

Standing beside him, Mike was murmuring something under his breath.

Just as Coulson was still in confusion, he heard Mike's low command:

"Six Rods Prison of Light!"

In the next instant, six beams of light appeared around Kayako, binding her in place.

Kayako struggled violently, while Toshio let out eerie, bone-chilling cat-like cries, rushing toward his mother.

"Goodbye!"

With Mike's whispered words, the crimson petals swarmed over Kayako, completely enveloping her.

Seconds later, as the last of the petals dissipated, the black hair that had once consumed the room was gone. Everything felt like a fleeting illusion.

Kayako, like a phantom, clung to her child, as if she might vanish at any moment.

Mike waved his sword, and both of them disappeared.

Coulson let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, it's over."

"Over?"

Mike shot him a sideways glance. "It's not over yet."

"What?"

Coulson turned anxiously, scanning the room for any sign of Kayako, his fear evident.

He had been deeply affected by her illusion, and he wanted nothing more than to never experience it again.

Mike walked over to the bedside and stared at the box wrapped in black cloth. "If this thing isn't destroyed, she'll keep coming back."

Mike suspected this box was Kayako's anchor, her source of power.

It was similar to how Kayako's house had become a cursed place that collected resentment—a place where anyone who entered would die.

This box was the same. Whoever opened it would meet their death.

Mike guessed that a powerful mage must have altered the location of Kayako's curse, transferring it from her house to this box.

As long as the box existed, Kayako would keep reappearing.

"Destroy it?"

Coulson paused for a moment, then decisively said, "Then destroy it."

"Please, Mike."

This thing was nothing more than a curse—whoever opened it would die. It had no practical value. While it could be used to trap others, the risks were too high. One careless move, and it could harm their own people.

In short, the disadvantages far outweighed any potential benefits.

Mike swung his sword at the box. It shattered instantly, and in that moment, an angry, desperate scream echoed in their ears before vanishing completely.

"It's over."

Mike said flatly.

He could see the resentment energy surrounding the box had completely dissipated.

Releasing his spiritual energy, Mike turned to Coulson with a smile. "So, what do you think? Still an atheist?"

"Athiest? Where?"

Coulson looked at him, confused.

Mike looked at him with exasperation. "You and that bastard Nick Fury sure do have one thing in common: shamelessness."

Coulson kept a neutral expression, as if the comment weren't directed at him.

Mike smirked, enjoying the moment. "Hey, how much did S.H.I.E.L.D. spend on this? All wasted."

"It won't be a total loss," Coulson shook his head, speaking with conviction. "I'm still alive. This thing is fake, and I'll make them pay for it."

Mike drew in a sharp breath.

S.H.I.E.L.D. really does have no shame.

(End of Chapter)