Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Friday, clear skies.

Clark and his friends arrived at school on time, then went to their respective classes.

They expected the day to be ordinary, but little did they know that something would happen today that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Charles, holding his stomach, rushed to the bathroom. The moment he relieved himself, the world seemed to brighten.

He rested his hands on his chin and leisurely cleaned up.

He wasn't in a hurry to go to class; after all, he had a legitimate reason to be late, and besides, he really disliked that old man of a teacher.

Always calling on him to answer questions—wasn't he just jealous of how smart and cute Charles was?

Just as he decided to take five more minutes to procrastinate, pull up his pants, and head out to enjoy the lunch break, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and the sound of footsteps echoed. Soon, a conversation started.

"Gym class, gym class! Damn Clark, he's just too annoying."

"He completes every task perfectly—it's so disgusting."

"Yeah."

Charles secretly chuckled at that.

Of course his brother was amazing; it was only natural.

But as he proudly thought about it, he heard the conversation take a sudden turn that made him angry and shocked.

"Turner also dislikes Clark because of Hope and plans to teach him a lesson after class. Are you going?"

"Really?"

"Of course, I'm going. How about you guys?"

"Such a fun thing, how could we miss it!"

"Let's go quickly, class is almost over."

"Move, move fast!"

"Let's give him a lesson!"

The footsteps faded, and Charles hurriedly wiped himself clean, pulled up his pants, and opened the stall door. Seeing that no one was behind him, he dashed outside.

These people were too annoying—trying to bully his brother.

Although he knew Clark's strength, and that even if these people were ten times as many, they wouldn't be a match for him, whether Clark would fight back was another story.

"Don't be stupid and not fight back!"

He whispered to himself, then ran toward Eric's classroom.

The bell rang signaling the end of class. As the teacher walked out, Charles immediately rushed in and dragged a confused Eric out.

"What are you doing?"

Eric looked at Charles, who was fuming with anger, feeling a bit uneasy.

Was he here to make him pay up?

Seeing this, Eric straightened up and said, "I'll tell you, I don't have the money, but…"

"Shut up!" Charles snapped, giving Eric a sharp look. "There are a lot of people looking to cause trouble for Clark."

"What? Trouble for my brother!?" Eric's eyes widened. He quickly grabbed Charles' arm and anxiously asked, "Then why are you just standing around?"

They were both anxious. From what they knew about Clark, if someone tried to bully him, Clark would avoid fighting back, afraid of losing control over his strength.

But the Kent family wasn't the type to let anyone get away with bullying them.

The two little guys rushed angrily toward the corner of the school.

Meanwhile, Clark was stopped by a thin boy on his way.

"C-Clark! Please help me!"

The boy stood in front of Clark, panic written on his face, looking like a drenched chick.

Clark looked at him gently. "What's wrong?"

This boy was from their class and was often bullied. Clark had helped him twice before.

The boy, trembling, said, "Can you come with me?"

Clark nodded and followed the boy.

But the further they went, the more tightly Clark furrowed his brows.

They were heading towards a small alley in the school.

He was well aware of the rumors about that place, so…

This was a trap.

He stopped in his tracks.

The boy, leading the way, anxiously turned around, then looked at Clark's calm eyes, panicking. "Hurry, why aren't you moving? It's almost there."

Clark continued to look at him silently and asked calmly, "Why?"

Why take advantage of his kindness and goodwill?

"What do you mean 'why'?" The boy was nervous. "I don't know what you're talking about. Didn't you agree to help me? Hurry up!"

"Hmph!"

With a soft snort, Clark turned around.

"You can't leave!" The thin boy cried out in desperation, blocking Clark's path and glaring at him. He emphasized again, "You can't leave!"

Clark paused for a moment and said, "It's a trap. Since I know that, why should I go along with it?"

"You, I…" The boy stared at Clark, unable to find any reason for Clark to willingly walk into the trap. If it were him, he wouldn't go either.

Clark pushed the boy aside and walked away.

At that moment, the boy's fearful voice rang out.

"They said if I don't bring you, they'll beat me up, and they said they'll strip my pants off and tie me up in front of the school gate."

Clark paused and turned back to the boy. "How laughable. You don't want to fall into the abyss, yet you push others into it. What's the difference between you and them?"

The boy lowered his head.

"The way you blocked me earlier was impressive."

The boy suddenly looked up at Clark.

Clark continued, "If you had used that courage to stand up to them, maybe the outcome wouldn't be the same as now."

With that, Clark started walking towards the alley.

The boy watched Clark's retreating figure and whispered, "Why… why are you still going?"

"Because this is my mess to clean up," Clark said as he disappeared around the corner, heading toward the alley the students called the "Dark Thorns."

Sure enough, nearly ten kids were already waiting for Clark.

Clark stopped, looking at the kids surrounding him with a calm expression.

Seeing Clark's demeanor, Turner, a black boy with curly hair, sneered, "This pathetic look really disgusts me. Who do you think you are?"

The lack of the expected fear irritated him.

Clark smirked and said, "If you're going to beat me, just get it over with. I'm in a hurry."

"Teach him a lesson!" Turner shouted.

As the kids charged at him, Clark took a deep breath, crouching in the corner and covering his head.

Fists rained down on him, but Clark, who was holding his head, almost wanted to laugh.

Their punches were soft and weak, barely even a scratch—if he fought back, he might accidentally kill one of them.

But these guys dared to hit him… their fathers were going to be in trouble.

Clark couldn't help but think of the parents his own father had taught a lesson to over the years. He silently mourned for their fathers.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Clark not even scream, Turner felt humiliated. He angrily grabbed a steel pipe lying nearby.

It was originally meant to intimidate Clark, but now…

Furious, he strode toward Clark, raising the steel pipe.

"Stop!"

Eric and Charles appeared at the alley entrance, shouting angrily.

They watched as fists rained down on Clark and the steel pipe was about to strike him. Their eyes burned with fury, and then it seemed as though something inside them cracked open.

(End of Chapter)