Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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The card dissolved into shimmering light, and in Mike's hand appeared an ornate dagger with a curved blade that resembled a bolt of lightning.

Mike gave it a brief twirl and looked at Carrie. "Are you ready?"

Carrie took a deep breath and nodded.

In the next instant, before she could react, that exquisitely crafted dagger plunged into her chest.

Pain shot through her body, but she had braced herself for it. She merely let out a muffled groan and showed no other reaction.

Moments later, she felt something being severed—like a cord inside her was snapping. With a resentful, furious roar, something was violently ripped from her body and soul, then vanished without a trace.

It was the soul-binding contract.

A gleam of joy flickered in Carrie's eyes.

Mike dismissed the manifested weapon with a flick of his hand and smiled at her.

Clutching her chest, Carrie glanced nervously at the suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Only after confirming that there was no bloodstain did she bow to Mike and say excitedly,

"Thank you, Mr. Kent. I'm free again."

Mike gave a simple nod.

He had already known the contract had been broken the moment he struck her with the Sigil of All-Binding Reversal.

Technically, he could have redirected the contract, making himself the new holder of her soul. But… there was no need. He simply didn't care for that kind of power.

Carrie straightened up. The wound on her chest had already begun to heal rapidly.

Her abilities remained, but the contract was gone.

If Mike hadn't still been standing there, Carrie would've already cheered aloud in joy.

"Go on," Mike said, waving his hand. "Clark's in New York."

That… was permission to go find Clark? He wasn't bothered by her demonic past?

Carrie immediately understood, and her gaze toward Mike became even more reverent.

No—

He had done so much for her, even freed her from her demonic bonds. She had to repay him—or at least build a closer connection…

What could she do for Mike's family?

They didn't seem to need anything…

Wait—that!

Carrie's eyes lit up. "Mr. Kent, I have something I want to give you."

With that, she walked to the sofa, rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a scroll made of an unusual material, handing it to Mike.

"Mr. Kent, I want you to have this."

Mike's eyes landed on the scroll, curious. "What is it? A contract?"

"A contract?"

His brows instantly furrowed.

Every time he heard the word "contract" now, he couldn't help but think of Mephisto. It just screamed trouble.

"I don't want it."

He gave Carrie a look that clearly said, You're not trying to scam me too, are you?

Seeing his reaction, Carrie quickly explained, "It's unsigned!"

Mike: "…"

So you're just waiting for me to sign it—and sell myself?

Carrie hurriedly added, "Both sides are unsigned!"

"Meaning?"

"It's a Ghost Rider contract—technically, a Spirit of Vengeance contract. It's a blank one. If you sign your name on the holder's side and find someone else to sign the recipient's side, that person will gain the power of the Ghost Rider—and become your personal knight."

A controllable Ghost Rider?

Mike raised an eyebrow.

This was… interesting.

And the Ghost Rider's powers were formidable, especially the immortality.

Right now, everyone in their family—except Gwen—had powerful abilities. If a strong enemy appeared and targeted Gwen, she would become their weakest link—and be in serious danger.

But if Gwen had the power of the Ghost Rider…

Mike was tempted.

However… Ghost Riders were insane. What if Gwen was affected?

He pictured Gwen wreathed in flames, letting out that crazed Ghost Rider laugh…

His face darkened.

He needed to tread carefully.

"A Ghost Rider contract…" Mike murmured, then asked, "Why did you just now call him a Spirit of Vengeance?"

Carrie replied, "That's what they were originally called."

"Spirits of Vengeance were created by God to descend upon the human world and protect mankind. But after Mephisto cursed them and bound them with contracts, they fell—and became his Ghost Riders."

They only fell after the curse?

If he could somehow lift the curse… could they return to being Spirits of Vengeance?

Mike shared this thought with Carrie.

Carrie paused, then shook her head with a bitter smile. "I don't know. It's never been done before. No one's ever managed to remove Mephisto's curse."

Mike thought for a moment, then said,

"Let me keep the contract."

Carrie handed it to him.

Mike took it and walked into his room.

Dispel, cleanse, and all sorts of curse-removal abilities.

Even ability cards could be used.

Mike had many options.

Carrie watched his back as he walked away, her heart filled with admiration.

Only Mr. Kent—the man who had given her back her freedom—could've come up with something like this. He truly was Clark's father.

But… could he really do it?

Carrie was full of curiosity.

Just then, Gwen and Raven came over after finishing breakfast.

Gwen grabbed Carrie's hand and pulled her over to the couch. Once Raven joined them, the three—two adults and one child—sat together and began chattering in hushed voices.

Ghost Riders, Spirits of Vengeance, Clark…

As they chatted, occasional gasps and bursts of laughter rang out. They were clearly getting along very well.

An hour later, Mike came out of his room, smiling, a little surprised to see how well the three had bonded.

Raven looked over and asked, "How did it go?"

Carrie had already told them about the contract.

Hearing Raven's question, Carrie and Gwen also turned to Mike with anticipation in their eyes.

Mike held the contract between his fingers and nodded at the three. "When have I ever let you down?"

At that moment, if someone with special vision could see the contract, they'd notice that the phantom flames once burning in orange were now a ghostly blue.

Besides that, he had thoroughly checked the contract—there were no hidden traps or loopholes.

He walked up to the three and said to Carrie, "I'll take this. Thank you."

"Oh no, don't thank me!" Carrie replied quickly. "It's useless to me. As long as it helps you, that's all that matters."

Mike smiled faintly, then turned to Gwen—his eyes drifting toward Raven for a moment too.

Raven could use the contract as well.

Sensing the reluctance in Mike's eyes, Raven chuckled and said,

"Give it to Gwen."

She winked at Mike and added,

"I can still handle myself just fine."

Mike let out a deep breath and kissed Raven hard. "Don't worry. I'll protect you for the rest of my life."

Raven's face flushed red. She gently patted Mike on the back, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and said shyly, "The kid's right here."

"Nope, I'm not! I didn't see anything!"

Gwen clamped her hands over her eyes.

"Haha! You little rascal!"

Mike laughed and placed the contract in front of Gwen. "Now that you know what it is—are you willing to sign it?"

Gwen stood up, gave a knight's salute, and declared,

"Gwen the Knight, at your service."

This way, she could finally help Dad and her brothers too.

(End of Chapter)