Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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As winter gave way to spring, Clark and his friends had grown another year older.

Clark was already in high school, while Eric and the others were about to graduate from elementary school.

"What? A spring outing?"

Mike raised an eyebrow, looking at the excited Charles and Eric. He set down his water cup and asked, "Where are you going?"

"New York."

The two of them sounded a bit disappointed.

They had hoped to go somewhere further, considering this was their final school trip before graduation.

Mike nodded. "That sounds fine, but... no causing trouble!"

The two cheered and high-fived each other before extending their hands to Mike. "Money!"

Mike laughed and gave them a nod, taking out his wallet. He pulled out some cash and handed it to them. "How long are you going for?"

The two happily accepted it. "Three days."

"Three days?"

Mike was a little surprised, then smiled and teasingly said, "Great, now I can finally have some peace and quiet for a few days."

Charles grinned. "I'll miss you, Dad!"

Mike flicked Charles' forehead with his fingers. "Just don't get into trouble."

Eric spoke seriously, "I'll look after Charles."

Mike ruffled Eric's hair. "When are you leaving? Tomorrow?"

"Yes, we leave first thing in the morning."

"Have you packed?"

"We'll pack right now!"

The two cheered and dashed upstairs.

Mike shook his head with a smile as he watched them go.

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The next morning, bright and early, Charles and Eric headed to school.

Today, they were leaving for New York.

Even though they'd been there many times before and had seen all the attractions, they were still excited for the spring outing.

After all... no classes to attend.

On the bus hired by the school.

Charles and Eric sat together, whispering to each other while waiting for the bus to start.

"Hey, Eric, can you switch seats with me?"

At that moment, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl approached Eric's seat in the aisle and politely asked, her gaze directed at Charles.

Eric glanced over and immediately responded, "No way!"

The girl puffed out her cheeks and said, "Hurry up! I want to sit with Charles."

Upon hearing this, Charles grinned and said cheerfully, "Of course, Miriam!"

He nudged Eric and whispered in his ear, "Hurry up!"

Eric glared at Charles, visibly annoyed, but reluctantly stood up and walked toward Miriam's seat.

Charles smirked and moved aside, offering the window seat. "You can sit here. It's a great spot for the view."

The girl smiled at Charles. "You're such a gentleman."

Charles puffed out his chest and replied, "I'm always like this."

Watching the two laughing together, Eric rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shameless."

"Hey, Eric, do you want some snacks?"

At that moment, a girl with curly hair, sitting next to Eric and secretly glancing at him, cautiously opened her bag.

Eric glanced at her and coldly replied, "No thanks."

The girl, still shy, watched his profile, her face turning slightly red.

He's still so cool…

After a while, the bus was full, and it started driving toward New York.

Once they arrived, the group first checked into the hotel, dropped off their luggage, and quickly headed to the sights.

With only three days for the trip, the schedule was packed.

After visiting several attractions, the day quickly passed. But for Charles and Eric, it felt a little boring.

They had been to these places before, and there was nothing particularly surprising or exciting.

However, as night fell, after dinner, when everyone returned to their rooms, Charles and Eric—who were sharing a room—both suddenly sat up.

"What do you want to do?"

Eric looked at Charles.

Charles rolled his eyes. "What do you want to do?"

"I told Dad I'd keep an eye on you."

"..." After a moment of silence, Charles said, "So, together?"

Eric sneered coldly. "Not together. I'm just watching you."

Charles gave him a look of disbelief. "Then just follow me."

With that, he quickly changed into his clothes, pressed his fingers to his forehead, and used his abilities to quickly scan the area. He found that everyone who needed sleep was already asleep, and for those still awake, he used his powers to make them fall asleep too. Then he opened the door and stepped outside.

Eric hurriedly followed him.

It was already midnight, and even in such a bustling city, there was a certain quietness at this hour.

Walking under the dim streetlights, Charles looked at the nearly empty street. He hailed a taxi outside the hotel, and Eric followed wordlessly. After Charles gave the driver a destination, the taxi sped off toward their goal.

"What are you planning to do?"

Seeing that Charles didn't seem to be acting on a whim, but had a clear purpose, Eric couldn't help but ask.

Charles extended his finger to his temple, using his abilities to link his mind with Eric's.

"I'm going to save someone."

"Save someone?"

The two communicated mentally.

"Do you remember the kids selling flowers at the Empire State Building earlier today?"

"Yeah."

Eric had a vivid memory of those children.

They were younger than him and Charles, dressed in tattered clothes, with frail bodies.

They held flowers and approached couples visiting the Empire State Building, clinging to the men's legs and begging them to buy flowers for their companions.

The flowers were beautiful, but expensive—costing more than ten times the price of a normal bouquet.

As a result, many people refused to buy them, and occasionally, if someone had a bad temper, the kids would be pushed or even hit when they persisted.

"Those kids weren't selling flowers because their families were poor, and they weren't homeless—they were forced to sell flowers by someone."

Charles had been curious when he saw those children, so he used his abilities to look into their situation, revealing some very disturbing scenes.

Eric's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Then, he heard Charles continue, "And the person forcing them, if I'm not mistaken, is a mutant."

"A mutant!"

Eric exclaimed.

Charles pressed his forehead as he recalled the images in the children's minds. "After they were taken by that person, he would press his hand against their heads, and a rose pattern would appear on their bodies. After that, the children would obey his commands."

"Mind control?"

Eric asked, puzzled.

"It seems to be some kind of ability like that," Charles nodded.

"So, are we going to find those kids and use your ability to help them?"

"No!" Charles shook his head, his voice cold. "I'm going to find that bastard and deal with him."

Only by eliminating the source would they truly save those kids.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Yeah."

Charles replied, "Every day, he wastes all the money those kids earn, eating the best food and living in the best places."

While the children were left to suffer from hunger and cold.

He added this silently in his mind.

This information came from one of the kids' memories—the one who was responsible for collecting the money the other kids earned and delivering it to that person every day.

"The best food and the best places to live?"

Eric asked in confusion, "How many kids are there?"

"Fifty-three."

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