Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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When an old man falls in front of you, do you help him or not?

These days, for many people, that's a tough choice.

If this had happened in his past life, Mike would have found it hard to decide too.

But now…

Help him!

Why not?

He had the means to help now!

But Thor moved faster than him.

Just as Mike was still hesitating, Thor had already walked out and helped the old man up.

And the moment he did…

Hey—something actually did go wrong.

The old man clutched Thor's hand tightly and shouted with grief and anger, "It was you! You pushed me down! You need to take responsibility!"

Mike was stunned.

Seriously? He actually ran into something like this?

In the past, if Thor had encountered this kind of situation, his mentality would've collapsed instantly. But now...

He stared at the old man calmly and said, "Sir, please don't lie."

"You're calling me a liar!?"

The old man's eyes flicked, and he suddenly began wailing.

"God above... Odin above! This fat man pushed me down and now says I'm lying!"

Thor: (▼ヘ▼#)

He swore, if this had been the old him, he would've let the guy experience what divine wrath and Asgardian lightning therapy really felt like.

But now...

He actually managed a smile, suppressing the urge to punch him, and said, "Don't shout nonsense. There are security cameras here. Do you want me to sue you for slander?"

The old man's eyes darted again, and he snapped, "So what if there are cameras?"

"Having cameras is a big deal," Mike said as he stepped up beside Thor, his tone cool.

The old man stared at Mike. Mike stared right back.

The two locked eyes, then quickly looked away.

In that brief moment, they exchanged several glances—several key pieces of information flashed between them.

Mike's face twitched, contorted with surprise.

The old man let out a soft cough and turned to Thor, saying, "Fine, fine! You don't have to take responsibility. But at the very least…"

He looked into the restaurant and shouted, "At the very least, buy me a meal!"

He rubbed his stomach as he spoke.

Thor looked at the old man and, for a moment, the cold stiffness in his face melted into something softer.

"You're hungry?"

So that's why he tried to scam him?

Thor suddenly understood.

Mike looked from Thor to the old man, then slapped his forehead and turned to walk into the restaurant.

Hopeless!

He still hadn't recognized him!

Mike gave up.

As Mike walked away, the old man let out a breath of relief.

In his current appearance, if his identity were revealed on the spot, it'd be far too embarrassing.

He glanced at Thor again. Seeing Thor looking at him with genuine concern, his face twitched slightly, and he reluctantly nodded.

"All right, come inside then."

Thor opened the restaurant door and welcomed the old man in.

The old man placed a bag full of empty bottles behind the door, then, guided by Thor, sat down at a table.

Thor brought him a glass of water and smiled in a way that surprised the old man. "Please wait a moment. I'll cook you something."

The old man nodded blankly, watching Thor walk toward the kitchen, and thought his back seemed unusually broad.

He's changed… the boy has really changed.

The old man's eyes reddened for a moment—so brief it would've gone unnoticed.

But Mike had good eyes. He saw it clearly.

Screech…

Mike pulled out the chair next to the old man and sat down.

"How is he?"

"What do you mean?" the old man asked, eyes full of confusion.

"Thor. What do you think of the Thor you just saw?"

Mike squinted at him.

Oh boy, he was still pretending.

"That boy's named Thor? Who gave him such a nice name?" the old man replied with a straight face.

Mike: "…"

He hadn't expected the old man to be this kind of Odin.

That's right.

Odin!

Mike was 80% sure the old man was Odin!

Back at the entrance, when their eyes met, Mike had that gut feeling.

And the way the old man looked at Thor's back just now had nearly confirmed it.

"Heh. Just admit it already," Mike said with a smile.

The old man blinked and replied, "Admit what? I didn't scam anyone. He brought me in, and I'm not paying for the food!"

Hsssss—

Mike sucked in a cold breath.

Unbelievable.

Still won't admit it.

Suddenly, Mike chuckled. "Forget it then, if you won't admit it."

The old man felt relieved.

But then...

Mike turned and shouted, "Thor! This old man is—"

"Shut up!"

With a low growl, the old man changed instantly.

Though he still looked like a ragged scavenger, his aura exploded like a vast abyss—deep, boundless, terrifying.

Mike just smiled at him.

"What did you say?" Thor poked his head out from the kitchen, looking confused as he glanced between Mike and the old man.

And just like that, the old man's powerful aura vanished. He was once again just a regular beggar.

Mike smiled at Thor and said, "Nothing, just wanted to tell you—this old man really is hungry."

"Oh!" Thor nodded and said to the old man, "Hang in there, it'll be ready soon!"

He ducked back into the kitchen.

Mike smiled again at the old man.

The old man stayed calm and said, "Fine, I admit it! I'm Odin—Thor's father! So what?"

"Nothing," Mike said, eyes narrowing with amusement. "I just suddenly realized… you're far more interesting than I expected."

"Interesting?"

Odin looked at Mike with surprise.

"You're the first person to ever describe me that way."

Majestic, great, revered…

He'd heard it all. But "interesting"? That was new.

Mike shrugged. "Right now, all I see is a father worried about his son."

"Worried?" Odin scoffed. "Me? Worried about him? Don't make me laugh!"

Mike looked at him seriously, then grinned.

"I'm a father too."

Odin froze, then sighed softly.

"Your child is very impressive."

"Thanks."

Mike accepted the compliment without hesitation.

Odin continued, "Then let me thank you on Thor's behalf."

Thor's transformation had already surprised him enough.

He glanced curiously at Mike. "How did you recognize me?"

Mike thought for a second, then gave him some face. "Instinct."

Odin nodded, stroking his beard. "I knew it. My disguise is flawless."

Hearing that, Mike's mouth twitched.

Odin looked at Mike and said, "You possess formidable power."

That was the main reason he had spoken to Mike as an equal.

Then he added, "Would you do me another favor?"

"A favor?"

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it."

(End of Chapter)