Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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A flash of light drew the attention of countless onlookers.

The Black Emperor watched as the rocket ascended, feeling as though a fire was burning within his chest, making his blood surge and his soul soar into the sky.

He was about to create a new world—soon...

He would be a god!

Meanwhile, several kilometers away from the launch site, Nick Fury stood beside a plane, gazing at the rising fire. He muttered under his breath, "You have to succeed..."

Half an hour earlier, Mike and the others had already arrived and rushed toward the base at full speed.

By now, they should have infiltrated, assuming everything went smoothly.

Nick Fury whispered to himself again, "It must go smoothly."

If that thing explodes in the sky...

Just the thought of the consequences sent a chill down his spine.

At that moment, a voice crackled through the earpiece Nick was wearing. It was Hank Pym.

"We've located all the Hellfire mutants. The Black Emperor and one mutant are at the command center, while Red Devil and other mutants are around the launch pad."

"Mike, what do you want to do? Should we deal with that first?"

"Red Devil!" Mike, still wearing his mask, fixed his gaze on the rocket's tail flame and said, "We need to act quickly."

Scott pondered for a moment and said, "I'll stay outside and handle the other Hellfire mutants. I can't do anything about the Black Emperor."

The Black Emperor's abilities were too much of a counter for him.

Logan and Remy LeBeau responded, "No problem, we'll head there now."

Upon hearing their reply, Hank Pym, now tiny enough to be smaller than an ant after infiltrating the command center, ended the communication. He looked at the Black Emperor from a distance, waiting for Logan and Remy to arrive, as well as Mike's signal to attack.

The Black Emperor stared intently at the rocket, turning to a nearby mutant and asking, "Electro, how many people do you think will become the new humans of the new world?"

"I don't know, probably a lot?"

Electro shook his head and placed a hand on the control panel, managing all the electronic systems inside the base and blocking communication with the outside world.

"Ha!"

The Black Emperor laughed, his gaze burning with intensity as he stared at the rocket outside. The fire within his chest burned brighter, and he felt as if he were on the verge of transcending...

Just then, Hank Pym heard Mike's voice through his earpiece.

"I'm about to make my move."

With those words, Hank Pym eagerly watched the screen inside the command center.

At that moment, Mike, using his invisibility skill and wielding a katana, silently approached the launch pad like a ghost. He swiftly made his way toward Red Devil.

Just as Mike was getting close, a mutant standing next to Red Devil suddenly tensed and shouted, "Azazoth, watch out!"

But it was too late!

Mike's thoughts raced, and one of the cards in his hand turned into a burst of light, releasing a dazzling beam that hit Azazoth, causing him to fall unconscious. In the same instant, Mike vanished and appeared beside Red Devil. As a mutant next to him raised their hand to strike, Mike swung his blade in a quick arc.

Shing!

The Red Devil's neck was marked with a streak of blood.

Bang!

Mike blocked the mutant's punch with the blade of his sword while his other hand's light dot dissipated.

Boom!

A massive fireball shot toward the mutant in front of him and the lifeless body of the Red Devil.

Without pausing to check the results, Mike vanished in an instant, reappearing mid-air. He used several long-distance teleportation cards, chasing after the rocket, which was rapidly accelerating.

Then, with another flash, he appeared atop the rocket.

Rumble!

The violent airflow pressed Mike against the rocket's top.

But in the next moment, Mike used a shield card.

The shield appeared, blocking the intense wind, and then a red throwing knife materialized in his hand. With a gentle press, he attached it to the rocket.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the rocket, which had been over forty meters long, shrank to the size of half a palm.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The tiny rocket continued to spew flames as it soared into the sky.

It was strangely adorable.

Mike assessed it in his mind, before falling from the sky. A biscuit tin appeared in his hands.

The next second, he used another teleportation card and reappeared next to the tiny rocket. With the biscuit tin, he caught it and quickly closed the lid, storing it in his dimensional pocket.

Mission accomplished!

Mike grinned, pressing his communicator. "How's that?"

"Beautiful!"

The others couldn't help but praise him.

But the Black Emperor was not feeling so pleased.

What happened? His rocket—where did it go?

Not even a spark? It just disappeared?

What's going on?

Where's the rocket? Where's his virus?

Who did this?

Who?!

After a few moments of confusion, a face once filled with hope twisted into fury.

"Fck! Fck!"

Unable to contain his anger, he cursed aloud. It felt as if the flames in his chest had been doused with cold water, extinguishing in a single breath. His soul, once on the brink of ascension, fell from the clouds.

His rage trembled with cold fury!

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*Hellfire Club*

As she prepared to enjoy the most beautiful fireworks in the world, anticipating the dawn of the new world, the Black Queen of Hellfire snapped her wine glass with a sharp crack.

Crimson wine dripped from her slender fingers, and she hummed lightly, her expression darkening.

After all the preparation, after spending the majority of her own life force, it had just disappeared?

Thinking about the immense life energy she had invested into the virus bomb, her heart clenched with pain.

To create another like it would require an amount of life energy so overwhelming that it would push her to the brink of despair. On top of that, she would need a rare material to release the virus—a material that only appeared once every several decades...

Damn Sebastian Shaw, he truly was useless!

*Hellfire...*

The Black Emperor was caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, and perhaps it was time for her to prepare herself.

Meanwhile, everyone watching the screen erupted into cheers.

The rocket had vanished!

Especially those in the White House, who collapsed weakly into their chairs.

Though they didn't know exactly what had just happened, it seemed that the crisis had been temporarily averted.

On the other side, Clark and the others, who had been anxiously watching the television, also let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, Clark's eyes narrowed as he noticed a small, inconspicuous dot high in the sky, falling from the spot where the rocket had just disappeared.

Though it was small, it was crystal clear to Clark's eyes.

That was... Dad!?

Was that what his father had done just now?

Clark grinned widely, pointing at the screen. "Look, it's Dad!"

"What's that?"

"I don't see anything!"

Charles and Erik stared in confusion, unable to spot anything.

The next second, the television screen went blank. The three exchanged puzzled glances.

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*Meanwhile, at the Command Center.*

The flames of fury were about to engulf the Black Emperor.

Nearby, the mutant "Electro," who had been controlling the base's electronics, was suddenly sent flying as though struck by something, and as he crashed to the ground, a tiny figure, just a few millimeters in height, rapidly grew to normal size, landing on Electro and delivering a punch to his face, knocking him out and disrupting the base's control over its electronic systems.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the figure, the Black Emperor roared in fury. "It's you!"

"It wasn't me!" Hank Pym shook his head. "I didn't tamper with your rocket!"

The Black Emperor stormed toward Hank Pym.

Just as the Emperor's fist was about to strike Hank's face, Hank immediately shrank, moving like a bullet, and delivered a punch to the Black Emperor's chin.

The Black Emperor sneered, effortlessly absorbing all the kinetic energy.

Hank Pym froze for a moment before dropping to the ground, but the Black Emperor swatted him away with a powerful slap.

Reacting quickly, Hank Pym grew back to his normal size to block the slap, then shrank again, resuming his assault on the Black Emperor.

The Black Emperor coldly smiled and took the hits in stride.

(End of Chapter)