Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Inside a secret military base, an elderly man with graying hair and a mustache was facing a difficult decision.

Despite his wrinkled face, his back remained straight as a rod.

He looked sharply at the person before him and asked, "How confident are you?"

"After dealing with Abomination..." the man hesitated, then said, "I'm more than fifty percent confident."

"Good!" General Ross nodded sternly, "Then I'll go first. If I succeed, you may continue. If I fail, you know the consequences."

"No problem, General."

The man smirked. "Since you've made your decision, I'll prepare. How about scheduling the experiment in three days?"

Ross waved his hand as the man turned and left.

Once he was gone, Ross's straightened back suddenly bent over. He looked at a photo on the table, full of guilt and regret.

Seconds later, his face twisted into one filled with murderous anger.

Hulk. Abomination...

Elsewhere, the man who just left the room walked down a long corridor, passing soldiers who watched him with fear and disgust, arriving at his laboratory.

His skin was green, and the most noticeable feature was his oversized head.

This was Mr. Blue — Samuel Sten, a friend of Bruce Banner.

During the battle between Abomination and Hulk that day, he was caught in the crossfire. When injured, Hulk's serum entered his wound, causing a mutation that transformed him into his current form.

But he liked his new look.

Every moment, his mind flashed with new ideas and experiments.

Hulk's serum hadn't turned him into a powerful monster like Abomination, but it had mutated his brain, increasing his intelligence and even granting him strange mental powers.

Recently, he was working on a new experiment, one to showcase his brilliance and cause a sensation.

Thinking of his experiment, Samuel Sten couldn't help but smile happily.

Mike's Restaurant

"Welcome!"

Thor smiled as customers came in, guiding one to an empty table.

"Today's special is steak."

"Steak? Really? Today is steak?" A female customer exclaimed in surprise, then happily took a seat, glancing at Thor with dreamy eyes.

Thor walked to the kitchen and said, "One more steak, please."

Mike nodded, sneaking a glance at Thor from the corner of his eye, a slight smile curling his lips.

Thor's golden long hair was tied back in a bun, with two strands hanging down in front, adding a playful touch. Combined with his good looks and beard, he looked quite charming.

This was Gwen's handiwork — she helped Thor style himself, and it looked pretty good.

Thor pulled out a small notebook from the pocket of his black apron and jotted down the order sequence. Then he glanced outside at the customers and whispered to Mike, "Mike, have you noticed? More and more people are coming lately."

Mike looked at Thor, seeing confusion in his blue eyes, and said with a wry smile, "That's because you came."

Having a handsome guy working in the restaurant was visibly boosting business.

But Mike felt a bit helpless.

He had wanted Thor's job to be easy, but it was only getting busier.

"Haha, they have good taste."

Thor chuckled and picked up a finished steak.

"Thor, if more people come, just tell them the steak is limited today and we're sold out," Mike instructed.

Thor nodded, "No problem."

Watching Thor leave, Mike exhaled deeply.

"Let's call it a day. Too many people now — it's exhausting."

However...

After half a month of working as a waiter, Thor had changed quite a lot.

He remembered the first day, when Thor had a sour face, often arguing with customers and sometimes looking like he wanted to fight.

Mike had to use the matter of returning to Asgard to keep Thor in line.

Thor was angry but helpless.

After these two weeks...

He had gotten used to it.

During these days, he had faced many difficult customers...

Although Thor couldn't throw a punch, besides his words becoming a bit sharper, his temper was no longer so explosive.

As for the catchphrases he always muttered—things like "I am Thor," or "The glory of Asgard"—those had been said less and less recently, mostly because every time he said them, people looked at him like he was crazy.

Now, he was basically a qualified waiter.

Why say "basically"? Because...

"Damn it, do you want to die?"

With a harsh shout, Mike sighed as he walked out of the kitchen.

Thor was angrily grabbing the collar of a balding customer, looking like he wanted to beat him up.

Though these incidents happened less often, they still occurred from time to time.

"What's it this time?"

Mike sighed and came outside.

Seeing Mike approach, the balding man's eyes darted, and his previously fearful face suddenly turned furious. He shouted, "Are you the boss? Look at what your employee is doing! He's trying to hit me!"

Spitting as he yelled, the man added, "I'm mentally traumatized! Just wait, I'll sue you!"

"You despicable bastard!"

Thor's raised fist was trembling with rage, but he didn't strike.

He promised himself that if he were still Thor the Thunderer, if he had just come to Earth, he would have beaten the man to death immediately. But after half a month of training and discipline, even though he was furious, he could control his temper.

Mike watched this silently, nodding to himself.

Those customers hadn't gotten off easy.

But what was this one about?

As he wondered, a pretty young lady, captivated by Thor's looks, angrily scolded, "How shameless of you! You started it by making a move on Thor, and now you're trying to pin it on him!"

Mike turned to look at the lecherous, balding middle-aged man.

Brother, you're something else.

"Look! Your employee is beating someone up! Don't you want to keep your business open? Want me to sue you until you're shut down?"

Shut down? Sue me?

Mike raised an eyebrow, looking at Thor who was about to lose it, and whispered, "Don't kill him."

The words stopped the scene dead. Several customers stared in surprise at Mike, while the balding man screamed, "No, you can't—"

"Scumbag!"

With Thor's furious roar, the man was thrown out of the restaurant, and the enraged Thor charged out like a red-eyed bull.

"Ahhh!"

Screams pierced the air, but several customers inside gave Mike a thumbs-up.

(End of chapter)