Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Hearing the system notification, Mike froze for a moment.

The system had been silent for three years, and now there was movement...

He glanced at the two children.

"No way."

Ever since the children's mother had spoken their names, he had a faint premonition. Now...

He quickly scanned the system.

Sure enough, the system interface had changed.

*Host*: Mike Kent.

*Newcomer Gift*: Assassin's Time.

*Ability*: Memory-Manifestation.

*Current Ability Level*: LV1.

*Upgrade Progress*: 54%.

*Son*: Clark Kent (Kryptonian).

*Son*: Eric Kent (Mutant, Unawakened).

*Son*: Charles Kent (Mutant, Unawakened).

Eric, Charles...

What's going on?

Mike couldn't help scratching his head.

If these two were really the ones from his memories, how had they become twin brothers?

If they weren't... this was too much of a coincidence.

He looked at the two little ones, a helpless expression on his face.

At that moment, the doctor and nurse walked in.

"Take care!"

"My condolences!"

Mike: "..."

After staying at the hospital for a while and entrusting the two babies to the hospital's care, Mike buried Olivia in the town cemetery before Clark finished school.

The tombstone bore no photo, only a name.

The rain continued to pour, as if washing over the entire world.

Mike stood silently before the tombstone, his lips moving as if speaking. After a while, he turned and left. He picked Clark up from kindergarten and headed to the hospital.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Seeing they weren't heading home, Clark asked curiously.

"We're going to meet two people," Mike said mysteriously. Then, he added, "So, how was your first day at school? Did you have fun? Make any new friends?"

Clark nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! They're all my age. I think I could punch five of them at once!"

"Punch?" Mike's eye twitched. "You hit someone?"

"No, no!" Clark quickly shook his head. "I was just exaggerating!"

"How about your teacher? Do you like them?"

"Yes!" Clark nodded, then suddenly added, "Dad, can you marry my teacher?"

"?" Mike blinked. "Why?"

"Because you don't have a wife! I'm worried about you!"

Mike's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "Do I look like someone who can't find a wife?"

Clark thought for a moment, his eyes darting. "Yes!"

"You little brat!" Mike scolded with a laugh. "Wait till we get home. I'll spank you till you can't sit!"

Clark giggled, made a face at him, then turned to look out the window. Suddenly, his face fell. "Dad, why are we at the hospital!?"

Mike let out a deliberately sinister laugh. "Heh, what do you think!?"

Clark's face turned pale, and he wailed, "I don't want a shot!"

Mike got out of the car, grabbed Clark, and said, "You don't get a say in this!"

Clark flailed his arms and legs in the air, struggling as Mike tucked him under his arm and headed inside.

The truth was, Clark was very healthy and had never been sick or needed shots. His fear came from seeing other kids cry their lungs out while getting vaccinated.

Clark drooped his head until Mike finally set him down. Only then did he lift his gaze.

"Huh?"

His eyes were instantly drawn to the two sleeping babies.

"Dad, who are they?"

He looked at Mike in surprise.

"From today onward, they're your brothers."

"Yay!"

Clark cheered loudly.

Mike shushed him, and Clark quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He whispered anxiously, "Dad, can we take them home?"

"Not yet. We have to wait a few days."

"Oh!"

Clark nodded, then leaned on the side of the crib, smiling dumbly at the two little ones.

After staying at the hospital for a while, the father and son returned home.

In the following days, life went on peacefully as Mike prepared a room for the two little ones who were about to join the household.

But the peace came to an abrupt end the day Mike brought Eric and Charles home.

That day happened to be a Sunday, and Clark was home for the weekend.

After settling the two little ones in the nursery, Mike asked Clark to keep an eye on them and to call him if anything happened. With that, he headed downstairs.

Bob had something to discuss with him.

After spending about ten minutes handling Bob's issue and pouring himself a cup of coffee, Clark's piercing scream echoed through the house.

"Dad! Come quick!"

Mike, still holding his coffee, calmly walked upstairs and called out, "What's wrong?"

"They... I think they pooped!"

Mike smirked, completely unfazed—he had expected this. After all, thanks to Clark's baby years, he had developed a certain immunity to these situations.

"Let them poop."

Mike climbed the stairs leisurely.

From the doorway, Clark poked his head out, his face twisted in horror. "Dad, it's disgusting! Ugh..."

"Haha!" Mike chuckled, patting Clark's head as he walked into the nursery. Then...

"Ugh... pfft!"

He spewed out a mouthful of coffee.

The two little ones were crying loudly, their tiny bodies completely smeared with a golden mess.

Mike's mouth twitched as he turned to Clark. "Why did you open their diapers?"

Clark, pinching his nose, pouted and said, "They were crying! I wanted to see why, so I opened them."

Setting his coffee aside, Mike said, "Go! Get me a bowl of warm water."

"Okay!"

Clark bolted out of the room like he was escaping a war zone. Shaking his head, Mike grabbed some tissues and began wiping the babies' bodies. When Clark returned with the water, Mike cleaned them up, gently bathed them, and placed them back on the bed.

"Wow, they're clean now!"

Clark stood by the bed, smiling with relief.

Mike held up two fresh diapers, crouched down, and said, "Next, we're going to—"

Pssshhh! 

Before he could finish, two warm streams of liquid sprayed both Mike and Clark in the face.

Both froze in place. Mike's eye twitched as he muttered, "You'll get used to it."

"Ahhh!"

Clark screamed in despair and dashed to the bathroom.

"Haha!"

Mike laughed heartily, wiping his face with a tissue.

Fortunately, he had hired a nanny. If he had to deal with this every day, he'd rather go fight Stryker a hundred more times!

"You two troublemakers!"

Shaking his head with a smile, Mike continued cleaning up the two little rascals.

And so, he continued like this for three years.

---

*Three Years Later*

When Eric and Charles turned three, Clark finally turned six.

The two younger boys were far more mischievous than Clark had ever been. Thankfully, as they grew older, they began to show signs of maturing.

"Just one more month until you two start kindergarten, and I'll finally be free!"

Mike sighed inwardly as he watched the brothers wrestling with each other yet again. Just as he was about to step in and separate them, his phone rang.

(End of Chapter)

Hearing the system notification, Mike froze for a moment.

The system had been silent for three years, and now there was movement...

He glanced at the two children.

"No way."

Ever since the children's mother had spoken their names, he had a faint premonition. Now...

He quickly scanned the system.

Sure enough, the system interface had changed.

*Host*: Mike Kent.

*Newcomer Gift*: Assassin's Time.

*Ability*: Memory-Manifestation.

*Current Ability Level*: LV1.

*Upgrade Progress*: 54%.

*Son*: Clark Kent (Kryptonian).

*Son*: Eric Kent (Mutant, Unawakened).

*Son*: Charles Kent (Mutant, Unawakened).

Eric, Charles...

What's going on?

Mike couldn't help scratching his head.

If these two were really the ones from his memories, how had they become twin brothers?

If they weren't... this was too much of a coincidence.

He looked at the two little ones, a helpless expression on his face.

At that moment, the doctor and nurse walked in.

"Take care!"

"My condolences!"

Mike: "..."

After staying at the hospital for a while and entrusting the two babies to the hospital's care, Mike buried Olivia in the town cemetery before Clark finished school.

The tombstone bore no photo, only a name.

The rain continued to pour, as if washing over the entire world.

Mike stood silently before the tombstone, his lips moving as if speaking. After a while, he turned and left. He picked Clark up from kindergarten and headed to the hospital.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Seeing they weren't heading home, Clark asked curiously.

"We're going to meet two people," Mike said mysteriously. Then, he added, "So, how was your first day at school? Did you have fun? Make any new friends?"

Clark nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! They're all my age. I think I could punch five of them at once!"

"Punch?" Mike's eye twitched. "You hit someone?"

"No, no!" Clark quickly shook his head. "I was just exaggerating!"

"How about your teacher? Do you like them?"

"Yes!" Clark nodded, then suddenly added, "Dad, can you marry my teacher?"

"?" Mike blinked. "Why?"

"Because you don't have a wife! I'm worried about you!"

Mike's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "Do I look like someone who can't find a wife?"

Clark thought for a moment, his eyes darting. "Yes!"

"You little brat!" Mike scolded with a laugh. "Wait till we get home. I'll spank you till you can't sit!"

Clark giggled, made a face at him, then turned to look out the window. Suddenly, his face fell. "Dad, why are we at the hospital!?"

Mike let out a deliberately sinister laugh. "Heh, what do you think!?"

Clark's face turned pale, and he wailed, "I don't want a shot!"

Mike got out of the car, grabbed Clark, and said, "You don't get a say in this!"

Clark flailed his arms and legs in the air, struggling as Mike tucked him under his arm and headed inside.

The truth was, Clark was very healthy and had never been sick or needed shots. His fear came from seeing other kids cry their lungs out while getting vaccinated.

Clark drooped his head until Mike finally set him down. Only then did he lift his gaze.

"Huh?"

His eyes were instantly drawn to the two sleeping babies.

"Dad, who are they?"

He looked at Mike in surprise.

"From today onward, they're your brothers."

"Yay!"

Clark cheered loudly.

Mike shushed him, and Clark quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He whispered anxiously, "Dad, can we take them home?"

"Not yet. We have to wait a few days."

"Oh!"

Clark nodded, then leaned on the side of the crib, smiling dumbly at the two little ones.

After staying at the hospital for a while, the father and son returned home.

In the following days, life went on peacefully as Mike prepared a room for the two little ones who were about to join the household.

But the peace came to an abrupt end the day Mike brought Eric and Charles home.

That day happened to be a Sunday, and Clark was home for the weekend.

After settling the two little ones in the nursery, Mike asked Clark to keep an eye on them and to call him if anything happened. With that, he headed downstairs.

Bob had something to discuss with him.

After spending about ten minutes handling Bob's issue and pouring himself a cup of coffee, Clark's piercing scream echoed through the house.

"Dad! Come quick!"

Mike, still holding his coffee, calmly walked upstairs and called out, "What's wrong?"

"They... I think they pooped!"

Mike smirked, completely unfazed—he had expected this. After all, thanks to Clark's baby years, he had developed a certain immunity to these situations.

"Let them poop."

Mike climbed the stairs leisurely.

From the doorway, Clark poked his head out, his face twisted in horror. "Dad, it's disgusting! Ugh..."

"Haha!" Mike chuckled, patting Clark's head as he walked into the nursery. Then...

"Ugh... pfft!"

He spewed out a mouthful of coffee.

The two little ones were crying loudly, their tiny bodies completely smeared with a golden mess.

Mike's mouth twitched as he turned to Clark. "Why did you open their diapers?"

Clark, pinching his nose, pouted and said, "They were crying! I wanted to see why, so I opened them."

Setting his coffee aside, Mike said, "Go! Get me a bowl of warm water."

"Okay!"

Clark bolted out of the room like he was escaping a war zone. Shaking his head, Mike grabbed some tissues and began wiping the babies' bodies. When Clark returned with the water, Mike cleaned them up, gently bathed them, and placed them back on the bed.

"Wow, they're clean now!"

Clark stood by the bed, smiling with relief.

Mike held up two fresh diapers, crouched down, and said, "Next, we're going to—"

Pssshhh! 

Before he could finish, two warm streams of liquid sprayed both Mike and Clark in the face.

Both froze in place. Mike's eye twitched as he muttered, "You'll get used to it."

"Ahhh!"

Clark screamed in despair and dashed to the bathroom.

"Haha!"

Mike laughed heartily, wiping his face with a tissue.

Fortunately, he had hired a nanny. If he had to deal with this every day, he'd rather go fight Stryker a hundred more times!

"You two troublemakers!"

Shaking his head with a smile, Mike continued cleaning up the two little rascals.

And so, he continued like this for three years.

---

*Three Years Later*

When Eric and Charles turned three, Clark finally turned six.

The two younger boys were far more mischievous than Clark had ever been. Thankfully, as they grew older, they began to show signs of maturing.

"Just one more month until you two start kindergarten, and I'll finally be free!"

Mike sighed inwardly as he watched the brothers wrestling with each other yet again. Just as he was about to step in and separate them, his phone rang.

(End of Chapter)