Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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While Mike was locked in combat with Kayako, far away in a small town on the outskirts of New York, the Clark brothers were preparing their own money-making plan.

For their abilities, making money wasn't difficult, but the key was to avoid breaking the law.

After some discussion, they came up with an interesting idea.

The following day, they were ready. They had planned everything for the day, and together they would head to New York to make some money.

Due to the supernatural incident that had occurred at their school, their entire school was forced to take an early summer vacation. Meanwhile, other schools were still in session. Their target was high school students still attending school—specifically, the students of an elite private academy.

The entire day had been spent by Erik working, while Charles would take the reins tomorrow. As for Clark, in this plan, he was just the driver and bodyguard.

The next morning, the three of them packed two bags and drove to New York, heading for their destination—the Saint Feik Academy.

Once there, their plan was simple: after school, they would be at the school gate, handing out items.

The items were small metal trinkets Erik had crafted using his powers and some scrap metal. They weren't expensive, but they were exquisitely made—those kinds of eye-catching, "kawaii" (cute) trinkets that would immediately grab the attention of girls.

Of course, in order to receive one of these items, you had to play a game with Charles—a simple game called "Guess My Love Thoughts."

With Charles's ability, he could guess correctly every single time.

And this was just the beginning. The real money-making part was what came next—the "paying" section.

Once the thoughts of the game players were guessed, most of them, out of curiosity, would want to know more, and that's where Charles's expertise would come into play. He would offer advice based on their personalities, charging a fee for each piece of advice.

Additionally, they offered a premium service: helping customers who had crushes or wanted to pursue someone by guessing the thoughts of the person they were interested in.

For example, what do they like? What do they dislike?

At this age, people are most susceptible to being swept away by love. To win over the person they like or to please their lover, these high school students, who attended a wealthy private school and had no shortage of money, would happily spend.

At first, those who played the game were just curious, treating it as a fun activity, but soon, the demand was overwhelming.

In just three short days, the three of them made enough money for their trip—and it was a considerable amount!

After earning enough, the three of them went to a restaurant that night to celebrate.

"Ha-ha! We did it! It was so easy!"

Charles laughed proudly, his eyebrows almost flying off his face.

Erik flattered him, saying, "Charles, you're the biggest contributor this time!"

"Heh-heh!"

Charles chuckled and replied, "It's your trinkets that did the trick. Without them attracting people, we wouldn't have had the follow-up!"

"It's all thanks to you!"

"No, no, it's your work!"

Watching the two of them shower each other with praise, Clark remained silent and tapped the table.

After a brief pause, the two exchanged a look and, in perfect sync, raised their glasses to Clark, saying, "It's all thanks to the eldest brother!"

Clark nodded in satisfaction, grinning as he said, "Let's eat, then find a hotel to stay in. Tomorrow, we head out directly from New York!"

They had already locked up their home before leaving in the morning.

"To those who chase love!"

"To our trip!"

"To our cooperation!"

"Cheers!"

The three cheered, their glasses clinking together amidst their bright smiles.

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"What? You guys already left for your trip?"

Lying on a beach chair, Mike was surprised by the laughter of the three boys on the phone, his voice rising in shock. Then his expression turned serious. "How did you make the money?"

"Sigh!" Charles sighed and said, "It's all my fault for being too smart."

Erik chuckled, saying, "We made it through legitimate means."

Mike paused for a moment, then asked, "Clark?"

Clark cleared his throat and said, "Yes."

"Oh?" Mike's curiosity was piqued. "How did you make the money?"

"I'll tell you!" Erik grabbed the phone and explained the whole process to Mike.

After listening, Mike fell silent for a few seconds before responding, "From now on, you guys can take care of me."

With that, he sighed and hung up the phone, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

These three kids always surprised him.

But honestly, not bad at all.

Mike smiled contentedly, adjusting his sunglasses, taking a sip of his drink, and strolling along the soft sand.

The next day, Coulson returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. to report.

Now that the annoying person was gone, Mike could finally begin to stretch his legs.

Look, the ocean lay before him, with plenty of mermaids swimming within it.

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A month and a half later, after spending a month as a fisherman and half a month drying nets, Mike returned home. He stayed at home for two days before the three brothers also came back.

Clark didn't have much time before he had to leave for college, so Mike thought he'd take this opportunity to give Clark some lessons—specifically, in combat.

Clark was physically strong, and in the future, he could probably defeat most enemies as long as he was fast enough and his punches were hard enough. But when facing opponents of similar strength, without any real technique, he would be overwhelmed.

So Mike decided to give Clark some combat training.

Once Charles and Erik learned about Mike's plan, they were also very interested and joined in.

But just one day later, they were dealt a crushing blow by Clark's learning speed.

Clark was terrifyingly fast at learning—he could pick up anything instantly, mastering everything with just one glance.

By the next day, Mike had run out of things to teach him.

This left Mike feeling somewhat disheartened, as he couldn't help but marvel at Clark's incredible learning ability.

However, Mike had a new strategy to help Clark gain more combat experience.

Challenge other dojos.

New York was huge, with dojos and martial arts schools of all sizes.

As long as one wanted to, they could always find a suitable "sparring partner."

And so, from the moment Mike made his decision, New York gained a new, fearsome challenger.

Half a month later, Clark finished his training. After packing his things, he finally left home and went to college.

Although he repeatedly insisted that Mike didn't need to send him off, Mike still accompanied him to school. Afterward, Mike and Charles spent two days in Boston before returning to New York.

Because Erik and Charles also had to start their college lives.

Life slowly returned to its peaceful, predictable rhythm. But with one less person at home, and with Charles and Erik growing older, the house became quieter and quieter.

As time flew by, Charles and Erik went off to college to pursue their studies. The house was left with just Mike.

Though not exactly lonely, Mike found himself feeling somewhat out of place.

(End of Chapter)