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MSS: C160

Looking down at the raging monster on the street below, Natasha's bright eyes narrowed, filled with restrained hatred. Yelena's voice broke the tense silence, cutting through the chaos.

"Wow," Yelena began, her tone laced with sarcasm, "according to the dynamic data analysis scan, this guy is six feet eight inches tall, weighs about 980 pounds, has single-arm strength clocking in at roughly 300 tons, and is covered in some kind of scale-like armor for defense."

She paused, then ad...

MCMSB: C70: Bruce Wayne’s Breakdown

"Are you okay, John?"

Peter quickly approached, kneeling down to look at the dazed, blood-covered Azu.

"Dad?!"

Azu's expression shifted as he recognized Peter, his familiar face pulling him out of his stupor.

"I…"

He glanced down at the bodies sprawled on the ground, then at his blood-stained hands. A whirlpool of fear, confusion, guilt, and sorrow engulfed him.

While he had fought zombies before, this was nothing like it.

The weight of it pressed d...

MCMSB: C69: Azu's First Kill

"What do you want to say, John?"

Bruce frowned, glaring at Azu.

"You're a liar, a thief, and a deceiver, Bruce. You deserve to be punished, but I won't do that because Dad needs you."

Azu stepped closer, his tone steady but menacing. "You promised Dad twenty thousand dollars and a bar. If Dad finds out you're a liar, he'll be deeply disappointed. So—I won't let that happen."

Bruce stared at the self-righteous Azu, speechless. "You think I'm a liar, John?"

"With...

MSS: C159

A squad of heavily armed soldiers stormed into an apartment under General Ross's command.

In one of the rooms, cluttered and resembling a makeshift laboratory, Ross's eyes first landed on Bruce Banner, who was gripping a metal workbench with a weary, pale expression. Then, he heard the distressed voice of his daughter, Betty.

"Father?"

Ross's gaze shifted to Betty, who was supporting Banner. His expression remained cold and unreadable as he spoke in a deep, commanding tone.<...

MSS: C158

In a short time, Natasha had keenly observed that the anger of this big monster seemed to amplify its strength. The power behind its blows grew significantly more destructive, and its explosive power, speed, and endurance seemed limitless. Adding to this was its incredible self-healing ability, making it a formidable opponent.

However, raw strength didn't concern Natasha. After all, her own strength, with one arm capable of lifting over three hundred tons, paired with her domineering au...

MCMSB: C68: You Don’t Want Dad to Know You’re a Fraud, Do You?

The hotel restaurant.

The television continued broadcasting the wildfire news.

"As of the evening of the 16th, only 2% of the 'Carl' wildfire has been contained. The Kansas Fire Department reports that the hot weather, steep terrain, and gusty winds have hindered firefighting efforts. Over 20,000 residents have already evacuated their homes."

Jonathan sighed as he watched the blazing inferno on the screen. Turning to his wife, he said, "I hope the fire doesn't sprea...

MCMSB: C67: Who's the Poor Kid?

"Mr. Podrick?"

Wiping the rain off his face, Bruce looked in shock at Peter, who had just raised an umbrella for him.

"You said you were heading home, Thomas, but it seems your path has been blocked."

"I..."

Bruce lowered his head. "I don't know if that place even belongs to me anymore."

He wasn't sure if he could still return to Wayne Manor.

"Looking like a defeated man already? That's not how a real man behaves."

Peter patted him on the shoulder. "C...

MSS: C157

In the manor's cozy living room, Wanda lounged on the sofa, dressed casually in a T-shirt and shorts, her slender legs resting lazily against the cushions. She flipped through a dark, ancient tome with a bored expression.

Outside, the sound of childish laughter echoed from the garden, a stark contrast to the eerie presence of the book in her hands.

From the staircase, Natasha descended into the living room, wearing a sweatshirt, shorts, and sandals. She carried two steaming cups o...

MSS: C156

As a soulless demon, Blackheart had no sense of pain.

Yet, he could smell death.

The golden energy radiating from his opponent was indeed sacred, searingly hot, and designed to restrain a demon's body. But it wasn't enough to kill him outright. However, an inexplicable feeling gripped him—a deep, sudden realization that if the human male before him truly desired to end his existence, he would die.

This sense of impending doom was both profound and unnerving.

Blackhea...

MCMSB: C66: Since You're Seeking Thrills, Go All the Way

"You seem to have gotten yourself into some trouble—trouble that's worth more than a hundred dollars," Peter remarked, shrugging as he eyed the disheveled Thomas. "If you don't mind, why don't you tell us what's going on? Maybe we can help."

"No, sir. I just… need to borrow another hundred dollars. I promise I'll pay you back tenfold." Thomas hesitated for a moment before rejecting Peter's offer to help.

Peter stepped closer to him, speaking in a calm but firm tone. "You reall...

MCMSB: C65: Sir, Can You Lend Me Another $100?

"If I were you, I'd leave this place for your own safety."

The Martian Manhunter spoke bluntly to the group.

"Damn it! Are you guys tired of living?"

One of the enraged thugs stepped forward, ready to attack Martian Manhunter and Peter.

As the thugs charged, Peter sighed, casually catching the outstretched hand of one of them.

Though he didn't want to interfere, now that Martian Manhunter had stepped in, he couldn't just stand aside.

Grabbing the thug's fin...

MSS: C155

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The man, trapped in the giant hand of chaotic energy, was slammed into the ground repeatedly, like a ragdoll. Each impact left a deep dent in the earth.

By the time the onslaught subsided, he lay in a crater, battered and bloodied, his body torn and mangled. Yet, despite his horrific injuries, he appeared to possess a remarkable self-healing ability. Wisps of black aura surrounded him, twisting his broken limbs back into place. The gashes and...

MSS: C154

At night, a thick, dark cloud formed, obscuring the moonlight. Between heaven and earth, darkness reigned. In this oppressive gloom, the creatures around the highway seemed to sense imminent danger and fled the area one after another.

On the side of the road, Wanda opened the Darkhold, an ancient artifact left behind by the gods of old. Her eyes glowed with a crimson light as the Darkhold hovered in the air before her, seemingly defying gravity.

Between the sky and the earth, murm...

MCMSB: C64: The Dreams of Two Boys

I renamed the story to 'DC: Starting With Homelander As My Child!'

....

"People like to dream," Peter organized his thoughts and told Azu, "I once knew two boys who dreamed of being heroes."

"Who were they, Dad?" Azu asked curiously.

"One was a boy from Kansas who believed that if he kept doing good deeds, the world would fully accept him," Peter said. "The other was a boy who lost his parents in Crime Alley when he was eight. He thought that if he kep...

MCMSB: C63: Just a Kansas Farmer's Dream

Smallville Salon Club.

Peter sat with the farmers, listening to the mayor share news about the wildfires.

After receiving Jonathan's call, he had arrived at the scene.

"The governor has declared a state of emergency, mobilizing all resources to fight the fire and protect lives and property. Currently, over 500 firefighters have been deployed, along with four large fixed-wing planes spraying chemical fire retardants."

"But..."

The mayor's tone shifted, "W...

MSS: C153

The man's tone brimmed with fanaticism, and a hint of darkness flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, the lights in the tavern began to flicker, as if affected by some unseen force. Light and shadow danced across the room, casting eerie shapes over the patrons.

The man looked at Wanda with a strange intensity, sensing the power she held. "Join me," he said, his voice filled with a seductive, almost hypnotic tone. "I can teach you the knowledge from the Dark Book. You could have anything you d...

MSS: C152

Leon leaned back and placed his hands on the bar, taking in the lively scene before him. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Old Mike, a familiar face in the tavern, was talking to him. He rambled on about the tavern's history, stories from the past, nearby cities, and even some local culture. This old cowboy was tough as nails, the kind of man who kept a loaded shotgun under the bar—just in case a brown bear ever showed up. But beneath that gruff exterior, Old Mike ha...

MCMSB: C62: Azu’s Face-Changing Skill

Clark sighed heavily and said, "It's not just people—the animals in the forest will die too."

"That's completely natural," Azu replied. "Dad says that every life has an end. I remember some poem about it…something about not being at the center."

Azu sounded frustrated. "But honestly, I'm not much of a poetry fan."

Clark didn't notice Azu's expression as he grew pensive. "Human and animal life is so fragile. Mr. Bill passed away recently too."

Azu looked surprised. ...

MCMSB: C61: God Bless America

"Godfather, that story you once told me..."

Clark blinked and said, "You mentioned that if mice and monkeys in the lab are given the illusion of choice, they tend to live healthy lives. Even if the only options they have are between a mild or a strong electric shock."

"But at least they can feel a difference in the outcome, and they're happy with it, giving them a sense of purpose. However, if they don't have any choice and are forced to endure continuous shocks, they'll only beco...

MSS: Chapter 151

In the spacious SHIELD training room, Peter stood, now clean-shaven but still hesitant without his Spider-Man suit. Dressed in a simple gray checkered jacket with a stand-up collar and black sweatpants, he tried using his abilities—shooting webs, clinging to surfaces, his spider-sense—but each attempt failed, his powers seemingly vanished.

As he sparred with a highly skilled agent, Peter struggled. Without his spider-sense, he was unable to anticipate the agent's attacks, and he loo...

MSS: Chapter 150

Outside one of the cells in SHIELD headquarters, Nick Fury peered through the one-way glass. Inside, a figure in a white prison uniform sat silently on the metal bed, staring off in a daze. His hair was disheveled, obscuring his face, but the aura he projected was unmistakable—worn, defeated.

Beside Fury, Agent Maria Hill observed with a trace of complexity in her expression. "Over the past two months, we've conducted numerous tests on him," she said quietly. "His muscle density is fo...

MCMSB: C60: The Household Expert Martian Manhunter

"No, I'm here to be your teacher, a home tutor," Martian Manhunter shrugged. "Your father invited me."

Hearing this, Clark and Azu looked at each other in surprise.

Clark couldn't help but worry about Peter's wallet. Tutoring is known to be expensive, let alone hiring a Martian to teach them!

Their godfather must have paid a hefty price.

What Clark didn't know was that Peter convinced Martian Manhunter with just a box of Oreos. According to Peter's memories from a past...

MCMSB: C59: Clark's Good Kid and Bad Kid

Clark couldn't help but look at the other with a hint of regret, apologizing softly.

This single sentence felt like lighting the fuse to a bomb.

A dull sound echoed as the parasitic demon, having absorbed excessive energy, became surrounded by erratic arcs of electricity and gradually began to crystallize.

Finally, the creature cast a hopeless glance at Clark, then let out a furious roar and exploded on the spot!

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MSS: C149

The young sorceress standing before me, though not much older than the apprentices, had managed to impress every sorcerer in Kamar-Taj in just a few short months. It wasn't just because the current Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One herself, had named this girl as her successor—it was also because her magical talent was undeniable.

Just how talented was she?

In the few months since she'd begun studying magic, she had already surpassed everyone else in both her knowledge and her i...

MSS: C148

At night, Peter tiredly crawled along the wall, opened the window, and slipped back into his room. He pulled off his Spider-Man suit and removed his mask with one hand. Standing in the dimly lit room, he didn't turn on the lights, letting the faint glow of the distant city shine through the window. Under the moonlight, he stared blankly at the mask in his hand.

The black lenses of his mask reflected his exhausted face.

During the day, he'd let the Green Goblin escape because of hi...

MCMSB: C58: A God Among Men

"Mr. Jones, are you alright?"

Clark finally arrived at the scene. He looked around at the destruction—the ground appearing as if it had been struck by artillery—and his eyes widened in shock.

Ten minutes earlier, he and Azu had gone to the Luthor estate. After learning there had been an incident, they separated to search for Peter. By the time Clark arrived, all he saw was the aftermath of a fierce battle.

Clark quickly helped the Martian Manhunter up from the ground. "M...

MCMSB: C57: Dad, I Got You!

Azu paced anxiously back and forth, murmuring to himself, "I can do this, because I'm the son of Peter Podrick. If I set my mind to it, I can accomplish anything."

He stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Just remember what that first flight felt like. Let go of fear. Dad needs me now—I can do this."

But closing his eyes didn't silence his doubts; fear surged within him like a massive tidal wave crashing over his heart. Every part of his body felt the powerful jolt ...

MSS: Chapter 147

This sudden attack was something no one—not even someone as unhinged as Typhoid—could have anticipated. She quickly dodged to avoid the incoming table, but the interruption broke her concentration and disrupted her gravitational hold, a weakness in her ability.

Seizing the opportunity, the Green Goblin managed to enter a remote command, summoning his glider to his position. He jumped onto it and quickly sped away into the distance. His mission—to eliminate several key executivesâ€...

MSS: Chapter 146

Seeing the man and woman, Leon tilted his head thoughtfully. He recognized the man: Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents. The woman was also familiar—Mary, who had once been an unstable associate of Kingpin. It surprised Leon to see her involved with S.H.I.E.L.D.

He didn't know the full story behind her presence, as the Sky Blade's monitoring of Earth typically focused on more significant events or key individuals. Usually, only the Space Gem held by S...

MCMSB: C56: It's All My Fault I Can't Fly

The scene shifts.

David grabs Peter by both shoulders and slams him hard into the ground.

With a thunderous crash, Peter's body skids across the ground, carving a deep trench before smashing through an electrical tower, sending sparks flying. He finally comes to a stop, struggling to his feet, every part of his body sending waves of fiery pain to his brain despite his superhuman durability.

Taking a deep breath, he glares at David, whose eyes glow with a sinister purple ligh...