Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Act One: The Battle of the Giants.

Act Two: Red Hulk Joins the Fight, the Birth of the Giant King.

Act Three: The Giant Crisis — Red Hulk, the Giant King, Demonstrates His Might to the World.

Act Four: Declaring himself the "Grand Leader," he makes his appearance as the guide of the Giant King, capturing the world's attention before showcasing his inventions and intellect.

But now...

Everything was ruined!

Samuel Sterns trembled with rage, veins glowing green bulging across his massive forehead.

"I must kill him…"

Sterns muttered under his breath.

The stage could be reset, but that man had to be eliminated.

However, he first needed to check the condition of Ross—the one he had cast in the role of Giant King.

With a single thought, his unique mental power linked with Red Hulk. Once he confirmed Red Hulk was still alive and rapidly healing, he let out a sigh of relief.

After mutating due to Hulk's serum, Sterns' body hadn't grown grotesquely like Abomination's, but his intelligence had greatly increased, and he had developed a twisted form of psychic ability.

His psychic powers were paradoxical—weak in some ways, strong in others.

While he couldn't control people with strong wills, controlling beings like Hulk, Red Hulk, and Abomination—giants mutated by the Hulk serum and gamma radiation—was surprisingly easy.

Smack!

Just then, a red hand slapped onto the edge of the crater as Red Hulk climbed out.

His skin had become even redder, and when rain fell on his body, it turned to steam on contact, hissing violently.

A white mist swirled around him.

Seeing this, Samuel Sterns smiled.

If Hulk became stronger with rage, Red Hulk's anger allowed him to unleash intense heat. The angrier he grew, the more powerful the heat he emitted.

Compared to the two, Abomination—who struggled to revert to human form and whose strength was constant—seemed significantly weaker in Sterns' eyes.

As for Hulk, in contrast to Red Hulk, he was just a mindless brute. That's why Red Hulk was the perfect candidate to play the Giant King in his script.

The Giant King...

If the script couldn't be completed as planned, then at the very least, half of it had to be realized. Otherwise, all his arrangements would be for nothing.

With that in mind, Sterns began to release his unique mental energy. One by one, the people he had secretly planted around the battlefield began to emerge.

Their eyes were vacant, glowing with a green hue, their bodies radiating a dangerous aura.

Seeing this, Clark—still troubled by Red Hulk's tenacity—frowned slightly.

It looked like things were about to get even more troublesome.

With that thought, his gaze shifted back to Red Hulk. As Hulk and Abomination clashed again, Clark launched himself toward Red Hulk.

Whoosh!

Red Hulk inhaled deeply. Heat surged into his fists under his control, and his knuckles seemed to ignite, glowing with terrifying heat. Then, he swung a devastating punch toward the approaching Clark.

Whoosh!

The scorching punch ignited as it tore through the air.

This was Red Hulk's strongest strike since the battle began.

Boom!

Fists collided.

Flames exploded amid the falling rain, and a shockwave erupted from the point of impact, sweeping away the downpour in every direction. Even the ground beneath their feet caved in.

A second later, Red Hulk was sent flying.

He screamed in pain, staring at Clark in utter disbelief.

He had always believed the Hulk's power was the strongest force on Earth. That's why he pursued Hulk, desiring that strength for himself. But now, this man who had appeared out of nowhere shattered that belief with undeniable force.

You were wrong—completely, utterly wrong.

Suddenly, as he was still flying backward, a voice echoed in his mind. It was Samuel Sterns.

"General, I'll have the giant soldiers keep him busy. You go take care of Hulk and Abomination."

In the next moment, Red Hulk hit the ground, rolled several times, then sprang up and charged toward the two battling giants.

Seeing this, just as Clark was about to give chase, he noticed the people approaching the battlefield had begun to change.

Accompanied by enraged roars and the sound of clothes ripping, those glassy-eyed people—glowing green—transformed into hideous, monstrous giants.

They towered over everyone—each even a head taller than Hulk himself. Their faces were twisted into terrifying snarls, more dreadful than Abomination's by far. And there were twenty-three of them in total.

In the next instant, they roared in unison and charged straight at Clark. His expression darkened, and he shot into the air. But the giants all leapt after him, claws outstretched. Clark dodged nimbly, but when he saw their next move, he cursed under his breath.

Those unable to reach him turned their attention to the nearby civilians instead.

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Helplessly, Clark dropped back toward the ground. No sooner had he landed than the giants swarmed him, raining down blow after blow. Though none of these creatures matched the Hulk's raw power, their numbers were overwhelming. Knock one aside, and two more surged forward; send those flying, and four would take their place…

The battlefield descended into even greater chaos.

From the helicopter above, Samuel Sterns allowed himself a satisfied smile.

Excellent!

Now the Giant King's duel would finally proceed undisturbed.

"Burn away what little life you have left—this is the only value you test subjects still possess…"

Sterns whispered to himself.

"Uh…what did you just say?"

A stranger's voice cut through the air behind him. Sterns froze, then spun around.

A man in a white shirt and featureless mask stood there, watching him.

Who was this? When had he appeared?

Samuel's heart raced, but he didn't hesitate. He unleashed his psychic energy toward the intruder even as he swung a fist at him.

But his mental powers were only effective on Hulks and their gamma-mutant kin; they couldn't breach the mind of someone with a strong will. And that punch was an even bigger joke.

The stranger ignored the blow, his body flickering as he materialized beside Sterns, grabbed him by the throat, and burst from the helicopter toward the sky. His voice was eerily calm: "Come on—what did you mean by that?"

"Nothing—I…"

The stranger squeezed harder, cutting off Sterns' words. In a low voice he muttered, "You almost made me waste a card."

With that, a single card appeared between his fingertips, glowed briefly, then disintegrated into light.

The stranger probed Sterns' mind for answers.

Below, the giants rampaging on the battlefield were nothing more than another batch of test subjects—props in this "play." They had lost consciousness during the experiment and their minds could never recover once they'd transformed. And because they were mere tools, their time as giants was limited: exactly five minutes. When the clock ran out, they died.

(End of Chapter)