Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Hank Pym listened without expression as his daughter recounted the events of the previous day. The faint memories lingering in his mind grew clearer with each passing moment. Though his embarrassment was so intense that he wished he could bury himself in the ground, he maintained a calm demeanor and said to Hope, "Alright, you should head to school now. I'll have the driver take you."

As the owner of Pym Technologies, Hank employed a driver, but today, he wouldn't need him because he had something important to do later.

Hope looked at Hank Pym in confusion. "Aren't you usually the one who goes with me?"

Their home was quite far from the company, so Hank would always take Hope along when heading to work.

"I have some things to take care of," Hank Pym replied, bending down and reaching for his daughter's head.

Hope dodged his hand and said, "Got it."

Hank Pym withdrew his hand, looking disappointed. "Go on, then."

Hope huffed lightly and left.

Hank Pym smiled as he watched his daughter walk away, but as soon as she was out of sight, the smile instantly vanished, and his face grew serious.

"Ugh…"

He groaned softly, pressing a hand to his abdomen in pain, his face contorted in agony. He staggered to the nearby sofa, carefully sitting down before suddenly jumping up with a pained yelp, as if shocked, and collapsed onto the sofa again.

Shaking, he grabbed the phone and called for an ambulance. A few moments later, as he heard the sirens outside, he sighed in relief and was taken to the hospital.

Lying in a hospital bed, Hank Pym looked absolutely miserable. The doctor examining him, however, looked at him strangely and couldn't help but comment, "You had quite a wild night, didn't you?"

Thinking back to the spicy food and liquor from the night before, Hank Pym nodded, his voice trembling as he said, "Yeah…"

"Uh!" The doctor paused, then added, "You need to be careful. Don't do anything like that for a while."

"Mm." Hank Pym nodded weakly, vowing to himself that once he recovered, he would never eat such spicy food again.

Looking at Hank's pitiful state, the doctor couldn't resist asking, "How many people were there?"

"Five, including me," Hank answered.

"Hiss!" The doctor gasped in amazement. He looked at Hank Pym with a mix of admiration and disbelief. After a brief pause, he started his treatment.

Meanwhile, Hope had already arrived at school.

The car stopped at the school gate, and the driver opened the door for Hope. With her long hair cascading over her shoulders and a graceful, confident demeanor, Hope instantly caught the attention of several students.

Disdain, jealousy, admiration, and even attraction filled their gazes.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the car, her eyes were immediately drawn to Clark, who was waiting by the school gate.

Is he waiting for me? Hope murmured to herself. Though her heart felt a surge of happiness, her face remained icy as she passed Clark, giving him a quiet hum as she walked by.

Clark hurried to catch up, flashing Hope a smile, which earned him a quick eye-roll from her. He quickly added, "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't know the whole story and said some things I shouldn't have. It was my fault."

Hope paused for a moment, then softly responded with a quiet "Mm."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you," she added.

Clark grinned and scratched his head. "It's fine. I've already forgotten about it. Come on, let's get to class, it's almost time."

"By the way, here," Clark said, handing Hope a lunchbox. "I really liked the gift you gave me."

Hope flashed a smile, lifting her chin proudly. "Of course, I picked it out myself!"

The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked into the classroom, their relationship seeming to grow closer.

Meanwhile, from a distance, Erik watched the two of them, his face dark with displeasure.

Charles chuckled and held out his hand to Erik. "I won, give me the money!"

"Damn it! How did they reconcile so easily?" Erik grumbled, reaching into his pocket to pull out two bills, which he placed in Charles's hand. But then, before Charles could react, Erik snatched the money back and ran off, calling over his shoulder, "Consider this a loan, thanks!"

"You jerk! You owe me so much already!" Charles yelled, but he couldn't catch up with Erik. Frustrated, he could only watch him go before heading to his own class.

To prevent any further trouble between the two, Mike had placed them in different classes.

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That evening, after dinner at the Kents' home, Clark received a call from Hope. After a brief conversation, he hung up.

"What's up? Did your little girlfriend call you about something?" Mike teased as he turned around.

Erik and Charles both looked at Clark with curious expressions.

Clark's face turned red. "Hope's not my girlfriend."

"Oh!" The three of them drew out the word in unison.

Clark, frustrated, waved his fist at them. "Dad, Hank Uncle's in the hospital. I heard he even had an argument with the doctor."

"Oh, is he alright?" Mike asked, concerned.

"It's fine, but Hope will have to take care of him in the hospital tomorrow."

"Hey!" Mike mumbled, rubbing his chin. "That old guy should be thanking me, right?"

After all, this was a great opportunity to strengthen the father-daughter bond.

"Kakakakaka!" A duck's laughter blared from the TV. Mike reached out and gave each of the two heads nearby a gentle pat, saying, "It's bedtime."

"Dad, just a little longer."

Charles pouted, playing the part of the spoiled child.

"Nope, no negotiation."

"Heartless!" Charles sulked, his lips pursed. "You're such a cold-hearted man."

Mike chuckled coldly.

"Oh, I told you, Dad doesn't fall for your tricks."

Erik jumped off the sofa, looking at Charles with disdain. He turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Charles let out a soft hum and quickly followed, whispering, "Hurry up and pay me back, I still need it!"

Erik was picking his ear and replied, "Huh? I can't hear you!"

"Damn it! I'm going to beat you up!"

Erik immediately ran off.

Watching the two of them playfully argue, Mike shook his head helplessly. He turned off the TV, went upstairs, and, as usual, sat at his desk.

With a flick of his hand, the Eternity Cigarette Case appeared in his palm.

The healing effect of this item also worked on his cards, which made him even happier. Over the years, he had filled the case with cards.

It could hold up to fifty-four cards, and he could swap them out at any time.

A flash of light in his hand, and he pulled out a card. After replacing one in the cigarette case, he tucked it away again.

For the past few years, he had been making cards every night. Now, his stockpile of cards finally gave him a sense of security.

*Host:* Mike Kent

*Newbie Gift:* Assassin Time

*Ability:* Memory Manifestation

*Permanent Manifested Item:* Eternity Cigarette Case

*Current Ability Level:* LV2

*Current Upgrade Progress:* 24%

*Son:* Clark Kent (Kryptonian)

*Son:* Erik Kent (Mutant, Unawakened)

*Son:* Charles Kent (Mutant, Unawakened)

Mike glanced at the system and manifested a blank card, beginning the crafting process.

(End of Chapter)