Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Dual abilities, and such perfectly synchronized ones at that—Black King had never seen anything like it. Telepathy and diamond transformation, these two powers manifested so beautifully in Emma, making her truly captivating.

Black King smiled at the crowd. "Welcome to our club."

"Our Hellfire Club needs a great deal of fresh blood. Perhaps among you, some will rise to become the White King and White Queen of the club in the future."

The Red Devil was taken aback.

Does Black King hold such high regard for these two?

Although Black King didn't explicitly say it, everyone understood that the "perhaps" referred to Scott and Emma.

The mutants who had joined the Hellfire Club along with them exchanged complex glances.

At that moment, Emma stepped forward and urgently asked, "Sir, when you returned, did you see my sister?"

This was the real reason she had stayed behind.

Black King furrowed his brow. "Your sister?"

"She's called Kara."

"No," Black King replied. "When we returned, it was just me and Azazel."

He then looked at the Red Devil.

The Red Devil shook his head.

Emma grew more anxious. "Can you take me there again?"

This was the true reason she had revealed her abilities.

Black King paused, considering for a moment. "Yes."

He snapped his fingers at the Red Devil.

The Red Devil approached Emma, slightly bowed, and extended his hand.

Emma grasped the Red Devil's bright red hand, and in the next moment, she vanished from everyone's sight.

A short while later, Emma returned to the Hellfire Club with a heavy expression.

By then, the rescued mutants had been settled by Hellfire personnel, and the hall was empty except for Black King.

Within a certain range, Emma's telepathy could connect with Kara's ability, and she was certain that Kara was no longer on the island.

Could it be…?

A terrifying thought surged uncontrollably in Emma's mind.

"Emma."

Black King softly called her name.

Emma turned to him, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Black King gently embraced Emma. "Don't worry. From today on, the Hellfire Club will help you find your sister."

Emma's spirit jolted. She whispered, "What do I need to do?"

"Become the White Queen of Hellfire."

"I will try my best."

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"Clark, you're amazing!"

Raven bent down, pinching Clark's cheek and handing him a panda plushie.

Clark grinned, hugging the plushie and waving at the boss. "Goodbye, Uncle!"

Hurry up!

The boss yelled in his mind.

The little brat's aim with that dart was spot on. The sound of the balloon popping felt like it had pierced his heart.

That was the only black-and-white bear plushie he had—he had planned to keep it for his daughter.

Under the boss's monster-like gaze, Raven took Clark's hand and ran toward the roller coaster at the amusement park.

Then…

Because Clark was too small, the staff kicked him out.

Clark's face fell, and with a pout, he stared at the roller coaster zooming by. "It doesn't look fun at all."

"Giggle!" Raven rubbed Clark's small head. "Auntie will buy you some ice cream."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"It's 'sister'."

"Oh, got it, Auntie!"

Little brat! Just like your dad—so annoying!

Raven glared at Clark, her teeth grinding together.

Creeeak, creeeak.

"Aunt Raven, are you a mouse?"

"?"

"Daddy says that mice who steal crops make this noise when they're grinding their teeth."

Raven's face turned dark, and her mouth twitched violently.

Clark looked at Raven curiously and said, "I have an old man in my town whose mouth does that too. My dad says he has a stroke. Auntie, should we go see a doctor?"

This time, Raven's vision went dark. She pressed Clark's head down with a stern face and said, "Are you going to eat your ice cream or not?"

Your dad is the mouse, a stroke-ridden mouse!

In her mind, she imagined Mike turning into a mouse, having a stroke, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Clark looked up at Raven, a little worried.

Is this aunt's brain okay?

Two minutes later, Clark, now focused on his ice cream, had completely forgotten his worries.

On the bench, Raven sat next to Clark.

Leaning back against the chair, she rested her head, watching the little guy lick his ice cream. Her gaze gradually softened, and she seemed to understand Mike better now.

For this little guy, maybe changing her way of life wasn't such a bad choice.

"Auntie!"

Clark held his ice cream out in front of Raven.

Raven froze.

Under the bright golden sunlight, Clark tilted his head slightly, his face full of innocent smiles. His sky-blue eyes seemed to have a golden hue to them.

At that moment, Clark seemed to embody all the goodness in the world.

"Auntie, it's really sweet!"

Clark raised the ice cream again.

Raven took a small bite.

Clark laughed happily, "Is it sweet?"

Raven had seen the darkness of the world. Even when someone died in front of her, her cold heart didn't flinch. But now, she felt a warm current surge from her mouth straight to her heart, then up to her mind, making her eyes redden slightly.

How embarrassing.

Raven whispered softly, trying to hold back the warmth in her eyes. She reached out and patted Clark's head, quickly pointing to a bathroom less than twenty meters away. "Stay here and wait for me. I'm going to the bathroom."

Clark nodded, and Raven quickly stood up and rushed into the bathroom almost as if she were escaping.

Clark watched her go, and, imitating Mike, he shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, women."

At that moment, a pair of eyes watching from the shadows gleamed slightly, and a figure quickly walked toward Clark.

"Hey, kid!"

A clown, wearing a green wig, a red nose, and painted face, approached Clark. The clown spun around a few times and made silly faces at Clark, causing him to laugh. Then, the clown handed Clark a balloon.

Clark took it and politely said, "Thank you."

The clown exaggeratedly covered his face, saying, "I'm so happy, I'm about to cry."

"To show my gratitude, how about I take you for some candy?"

Clark furrowed his brow, shook his head, and said, "No thanks."

His dad had told him not to go anywhere with strangers, even if they tried to tempt him with his favorite braised pork. Besides… there was no braised pork.

The clown froze for a moment, surprised by Clark's bluntness.

However, such a good target couldn't be passed up.

He licked his lips, sneered, and reached out to grab Clark roughly, saying firmly, "Come on, kid. Come with me! I'll take you to have some candy!"

(End of Chapter)