Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Victor!"

Logan lunged forward, his claw sinking into Victor's chest, pinning him to the ground. As Victor's claws reached for his head, Logan slammed his forehead into Victor's skull.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed as Victor staggered back, blood flowing from his head.

With a roar of fury, Logan kicked Victor away, sending him crashing into the laboratory's floor-to-ceiling window.

"Crash!"

Shards of glass glittered in the morning sun, scattering like panicked fireflies.

As Victor shakily rose to his feet, Logan charged again, his claws digging into Victor's chest. Amidst the glittering fragments, the two of them fell directly from the second floor.

"Boom!"

Logan slammed Victor to the ground, his eyes glinting with the intensity of a bloodthirsty beast. Slowly, he pulled his claws free, now positioned just below Victor's neck.

"Why did you kill her? Why?" Logan roared, his voice raw, like a beast mourning its loss.

Victor stared at Logan, his body stiffening before relaxing. A grin spread across his face as he said, "Yes, that's the look I wanted. Kill me, Jimmy!"

Logan glared at Victor, his hesitation evident.

"Logan, let him go."

Strick's voice came from the second floor, calm and distant as he looked down on the two of them with a hint of amusement.

Victor was useful, and it would be a waste for him to die like this.

Logan looked up and sneered. "You must have dropped your brain down the drain."

Victor smiled faintly, his eyes flickering past Logan toward something behind him.

A figure slowly emerged.

Logan's eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembling. "Kara?"

"What's going on here?!"

Strick coldly stated the chilling truth.

Kara, the woman Logan had cherished and spent every day with, the one he thought of as his beloved, was a mutant known as the Silver Fox, capable of controlling others' thoughts and actions with a mere touch.

From the moment they met, to her faked death, to his revenge for his lost love… it had all been a scheme. A scheme to get him to willingly inject himself with Adamantium.

Kara, Victor, and Strick had all orchestrated this from the start, and he had been nothing more than a pawn, manipulated and played like a puppet.

At first, Logan was consumed with rage as Strick spoke, but by the time he finished, Logan found himself oddly calm.

Turning to Kara, who stood silent, Logan's voice was cold. "So, I fell in love with you because of your ability?"

Kara, thinking of her imprisoned sister, hesitated. Her lips trembled, and her eyes darkened.

Seeing her expression, Logan's heart twisted in pain, as though a dull knife was slicing through it.

Logan's mind was in turmoil, his body swaying as if to collapse.

At that moment, Victor grabbed Logan's arm, his sharp claws digging into his forearm and squeezing the bone.

"Ah!"

The excruciating pain snapped Logan back to his senses.

"Logan!"

Kara cried out in panic, stepping forward.

Strick stepped back, subtly shifting his gun, aiming it at Kara.

Kara froze. "I've done what you asked, please, let my sister go!"

A cold, feverish smile curled on Strick's lips. "No. Your sister's mutation is special. I still need to study it. Now, focus and enjoy the show."

Kara felt a chill spread through her, like she had been plunged into an ice-cold abyss.

"Haha!"

Victor climbed to his feet, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Logan's twisted, pain-filled face. He laughed maniacally. "Jimmy, my brother, do you think monsters like us ever get a happy ending?"

"VICTOR!"

Logan bellowed in fury, his claw slashing toward Victor.

Victor swung hard, throwing Logan across the room.

Blood gushed from the wound, five sharp claw marks appeared on Logan's arm, nearly shredding the flesh on his forearm into strips.

But within the span of a breath, the wounds had already healed.

Logan gritted his teeth, glaring at Victor. "Don't force me!"

Victor grinned, showing a cruel smile, then dropped to all fours and pounced at Logan like a giant cat.

Meanwhile…

"Such a pathetic scream. He's your friend, right? Do you think he's already been taken out?"

The Shadow, concealed in black shadows, pretended to listen, giving Mike a malicious smile.

Mike remained unfazed. As he moved, he dodged several black tendrils that reached for him, and with a light swipe of his arm, a whip of sharp blades formed from the fragmented "Sakura Thousand Blades" struck out toward the Shadow.

The black shadows wrapped the Shadow in a protective shield, like an impenetrable cocoon.

"Zzzzzz!"

The blades scraped against the fragmented black shield, producing a sound that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Heh, is this your power? Interesting. What do you think? How about joining us?"

The scattered blades returned to Mike, swirling around him, forming a protective ring.

"Why are you talking so much? I've got some fine tea here."

Mike said seriously, as though he was genuinely offering the Shadow a consideration.

The Shadow blinked, confused. "Tea?"

Mike smirked, pointed to the side, and said, "See? It's still hot."

It was just trash talk. Who couldn't do it?

With a sly grin, Mike's left hand, tucked into his pocket, subtly revealed another card between his fingers.

The Shadow's face darkened. The black tendrils surrounding him transformed into sharp, quick-moving lines, darting toward Mike like bullets.

Mike's heart raced, and everything around him seemed to slow down. Calmly dodging the attacks, the blade fragments scattered around him, turning the entire battlefield into a space filled with blades.

The Shadow's eyes narrowed. The tendrils quickly retreated, attempting to envelop him and hide in the darkness. But the floating blades moved swiftly, forcing the Shadow to defend in place.

The opponent's abilities were well-rounded—using shadows for both offense and defense, even blending into darkness for quick movement. However, he couldn't attack, defend, and move at the same time.

Like now, while defending against the Thousand Blades, he could only shrink into a 'turtle shell,' passively taking the hits.

But who was this person?

Mike didn't recall anyone like this from the original storyline.

"Gotta be quick and finish him off," Mike murmured to himself.

His hand clenched, and the flying blades began to shrink. The sound of blades slicing through the black shield reverberated through the space.

"Now! Attack!"

Suddenly, a squad of soldiers arrived at the battlefield. After a shout, they aimed their guns at Mike.

Mike's expression shifted. The blades flew toward the soldiers.

The Shadow's eyes lit up.

An opportunity!

Mike was tougher than he had expected. He wasn't here to be Strick's bodyguard.

"Leave this place first. Wake up the XI Weapon, let it handle the trouble, and test its power at the same time."

A thought flashed in his mind, and the black shield surrounding him began to rapidly shrink.

At that moment, a flash of light shot through the air.

The Shadow froze, pain overwhelming him as blood spurted from his chest.

Looking down at the blade that had pierced his heart, he stared at Mike in disbelief.

Only then did Mike's low murmur reach his ears.

"Shoot him, Sharpshooter!"

(End of Chapter)