Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Mike looked at the struggling Big Head in his hand, who was pounding at him with fists that felt more like tickles than real attacks. "You've really got a lot of tricks up your sleeve," he muttered.

Trying to show off your intelligence?

This was straight-up insanity!

What's wrong with living a normal life?

Why go out of your way to seek attention?

Mike's gaze grew colder as he looked at Big Head.

"Ugh… Ugh!"

Big Head gasped like a green-feathered duck with its neck in a vise, his mouth agape, wheezing violently, eyes filled with terror.

It was only now that he realized—he didn't understand this world at all.

The very next second, his thoughts were frozen in time—forever.

Mike casually tossed the corpse aside. A black flame erupted from the falling body, swiftly devouring it and reducing it to ashes.

Nodding in satisfaction, Mike turned to the battle below.

The three giant Hulks were still engaged in brutal melee, but Abomination, taking on attacks from two of them at once, looked the worst off.

As for Clark… he was getting gang-beaten.

These mindless giants were like command-executing machines—fearless, tireless, devoid of emotion. Without delivering lethal force, and given their super regeneration, they were practically unshakable leeches.

"This is getting out of hand."

Watching Clark being pummeled, Mike looked exasperated. He raised his hand in a relaxed motion, summoning the Eternal Cigarette Case into his palm.

He opened it and casually drew a card.

Glancing at it, he raised an eyebrow.

"This one?"

Name: Gilgamesh

Profile: Known as the "King of Heroes," summoned as an Archer-class Servant in the Holy Grail War.

Note: Mongrels. Mongrels. You're all mongrels!

Gilgamesh, huh?

Mike murmured thoughtfully.

The Fate Servant Series of cards was a very special type.

From the moment of their creation, these entities came with their Noble Phantasms. In fact, for many, the Noble Phantasm was part of their very being.

That meant when Mike manifested their full abilities through a card, their Noble Phantasms appeared automatically as part of their skillset—no need for Mike to manifest them separately.

Of course, Mike also had the option to manifest a Servant's Noble Phantasm independently as a usable item for himself.

That's what made the Fate Servant Series so unique.

With a thought, the card dissolved into sparkling light.

A phantom appeared behind Mike.

It was a tall young man in golden armor, with golden hair and crimson eyes. He looked down with haughty disdain, as if everything before him was beneath him.

In the next moment, the phantom transformed into golden light and merged into Mike's body.

Mike cleared his throat and tried saying, "Mongrel!" Then immediately blushed.

It sounded kind of cringe, but… also pretty satisfying.

"Ahem!"

With another soft cough, Mike descended and hovered above the battlefield.

Clark noticed and immediately dashed out from the encirclement of giants to Mike's side, greeting him quickly.

Mike said, "Leave these things to me. You go deal with Green Hulk, Red Hulk, and Yellow-Green Hulk. Hit them hard—they're tougher than they look."

Green Hulk, Red Hulk, Yellow-Green Hulk?

His dad was at it again with the weird nicknames.

Thinking of past nicknames like Captain Buttocks, Crap Chunk, and Ding-Dang Wolf, Clark's lips twitched.

"Get moving."

Mike urged, watching the giants scatter before circling back toward Clark.

Clark nodded and in a blur vanished from Mike's side, landing on the ground.

As Mike saw the giants turning to pursue Clark again, he snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, a golden portal shimmered open behind him.

Ripples of light spread as an array of weapons—each unique in design—materialized behind Mike.

With a simple gesture, he directed them like a conductor, and they surged forth like a rain of radiant light, raining down upon the giants below.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions roared as the earth trembled under the storm of divine weaponry. The battlefield howled like a wounded beast, and the weapons showed no sign of stopping—they just kept coming, relentless.

Watching this terrifying scene, the people observing from afar stood frozen in utter shock—completely dumbfounded.

Who is this now?

What kind of battle is this?

Are they watching a movie?

Mike frowned as he watched the giants below. These things were far stronger than he'd imagined.

Though their defense and strength didn't match Hulk and the others, when the weapons from his vault were hurled like arrows and struck the giants, the wounds—while not devastating—were still serious enough.

And that was all he needed.

Mike whispered to himself, and the rain of weapons intensified.

One giant charged at Clark with great strides. But after only two steps, several weapons shot out from the shimmering golden portal, raking him with horrific wounds and blasting him backward. As he crashed to the ground, more weapons plunged into his back, pinning him in place.

He roared in fury, his wounds visibly knitting back together—only for more weapons to fall and pin him further into the earth.

Yet even this didn't kill him. With another furious roar, he struggled upright once more.

Suddenly, another giant lunged at Mike, roaring as he leaped. But before he could reach him, dozens of weapons shot forward like speeding comets.

Thwack… thwack!

They struck him midair, sending him plummeting. The instant he hit the ground, more blades and spears pinned him to the earth in a suffocating hedge of steel.

Mike stood above them like an indifferent, exalted king. With a mere thought, his weaponized soldiers assaulted his foes.

"Huh?"

Mike's keen eyes caught something: a few giants were moving and regenerating more slowly than the others.

Faster healing drains their energy, shortening how long they can maintain their bodies?

With that insight, Mike targeted one wounded giant. From the rippling golden portal, a cluster of weapons shot forth at light speed, enveloped in divine energy as they struck.

"Grah!" he bellowed in pain. The weapons were forced out as his wounds closed—but in the next moment, another volley of blades turned him into a spiky silhouette.

Wounds closed, weapons forced out; wounds reappeared, weapons forced out again—each cycle slowing the giant's recovery and movements.

Seconds later, the giant finally stood motionless, devoid of life, and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Mike arched an eyebrow as the rain of blades formed a golden curtain around him.

Boom… boom!

The earth shook, debris scattered.

For an instant, it felt as if the whole world had turned gold.

When the rain finally ceased and the golden portal behind Mike winked out, every giant lay dead. Below him, the street was utterly demolished—only a forest of weapons remained, standing upright in the shattered pavement, gleaming coldly in the lingering rain.

(End of Chapter)