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Blue-veined cheese baked Icelandic dried shark and herring pie…
Just hearing the name, you know it's nothing good.
In reality, it's even worse than it sounds or smells.
The nauseating stench was like a Gatling gun firing nonstop at your brain, blasting your head into a constant ringing buzz.
Mike, eat it?
Impossible!
As he brought a small piece to his mouth and closed it, he had already discreetly tossed the bite-sized portion of blue-veined cheese baked Icelandic dried shark and herring pie into his dimensional pocket.
Even so, the stench alone nearly made him vomit.
Seeing Mike's subtle action, Hank snorted softly and decided to try a small piece of pudding himself.
Just a piece the size of a fingernail.
This time, he was determined not to finish the pudding unless Mike finished that atrocious dish first.
But as soon as he put the pudding in his mouth, he froze.
It wasn't spicy. It didn't taste weird.
On the contrary—it was incredibly delicious, far beyond anything he'd ever eaten. Not just better—several times, even dozens of times better!
Could it be… he had wrongly accused Mike?
That thought flashed through his mind before he lost control and devoured another piece of pudding.
Delicious!
He felt like he was drifting in a sea of pudding, bouncing joyfully on giant cubes of it…
Content. Bliss.
It was so delicious that it completely shut down his ability to think.
Watching Hank Pym's dazed expression, Mike closed the foul-smelling container and tucked it into his dimensional pocket. Then, using a card, he blew the remaining stench out of the room.
There was no need to keep up the act anymore.
The moment Hank Pym took that first bite of pudding, Mike had already won.
This pudding… had been "seasoned."
Not with traditional substances—but with the seasoning of gourmet food.
Hank…
You've lost!
Mike coldly smirked as he watched Hank scarf down the pudding at an exaggerated speed, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
To ensure a truly devastating effect, Mike had even conjured a character card while in the kitchen, activating it on Hank the moment he took his first bite of pudding.
Name: Senzaemon Nakiri
Character Profile: Headmaster of Totsuki Culinary Academy. Known as the "Demon King of Food." Experiences "gourmet explosions" when eating delicious food.
Note: Clothes… will rip.
Gourmet Food + Senzaemon's Gourmet Burst = Hank Pym's Social Death.
As Hank swallowed the last bite, he was already in a dreamy trance, and then—
Clothes burst open! Indecent!
Mike waved his hand, dispelling the manifestation from Hank Pym's body.
Hank snapped back to reality.
And then—
As if suddenly realizing something, his face turned beet red, and he roared, "Mike! What the hell did you do?!"
It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't shouted…
But that shout brought Clark and the others bursting into the room.
Gasp ×4!
Hank's already red face instantly turned pitch black.
"Dad, you…" Hope stammered as she looked at Hank. "Your clothes… where are they? What are you doing?"
Seeing Hank standing there in nothing but boxer shorts, Hope's mind went blank, a buzzing sound filling her head.
Gwen rushed over and stood protectively in front of Mike, eyeing Hank warily.
Hank rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted, "I want more! Booze! Give me alcohol!"
Then, he collapsed onto the couch.
"So he was just drunk?" Thor scratched his head and laughed. "When people are drunk, they'll do all sorts of crazy things."
Clark and Hope turned to look at Mike.
Mike: "I'm not even drunk!"
The next morning, Hank Pym woke up and pretended like nothing had happened. After calmly eating breakfast, he left with Hope and checked into the hotel they had booked.
He planned to stay there for a while, with Hope accompanying him.
Ding!
Mike's phone buzzed with a new message.
It was a death threat from Hank Pym.
Mike let out a light chuckle and put the phone away.
"Clark, good luck out there!"
He patted Clark on the shoulder and walked into the store.
Thor gave Clark a pat too. "That girl's great. Take this chance and go for it!"
Gwen stood on tiptoe, but couldn't reach Clark's shoulder, so she patted his leg instead. "Big brother, I believe in you."
With that, she dragged Loki away with her.
Time was tight—they still had to attend Loki-sensei's lessons.
Clark looked at their retreating backs and shook his head with a helpless smile.
Hope, Carrie, and Louise… what a mess.
Still, he couldn't deny that when Hope brought up marriage yesterday, his heart was pounding like crazy.
One day… two days…
Time flew by.
Finally, the school celebration day arrived—the one Gwen had been preparing for.
Thor tried his best to keep his face neutral, so he wouldn't look too excited in front of Loki.
But secretly, he had already bought a professional camera.
Sure, a phone could record video, but Thor insisted that phone footage wasn't clear enough.
In his words, he wanted to capture the most unforgettable moment of his brother's life.
Such a thoughtful big brother…
Thinking of the camera stashed in his own dimensional pocket, Mike couldn't help but complain under his breath.
"Dad, time to go!"
Gwen called out to Mike, then continued silently reciting her lines to herself.
Even though she had long since memorized them, she was still afraid of messing up—so she kept practicing, again and again.
Mike and Gwen got in the car. Two minutes later, Loki finally came out, grumbling, with Thor beside him.
"Sigh, today's my first-ever performance, and Clark still chose to go to work," Gwen said, resting her chin on her hand, her face full of disappointment.
"I'll record it for him," Mike replied with a smile.
After Thor and Loki got in, he started the car and drove toward the school.
Meanwhile, outside Earth…
A short-haired woman stared at the blue planet before her.
She wore a transparent helmet, a black fitted suit, and black metal armor. A black cape draped over her back, making her look cold and formidable.
Her name was Faora—a Kryptonian, General Zod's lieutenant, and commander of his fleet.
Kal-El, son of Jor-El…
Silently repeating those names, Faora's blue eyes flickered with emotion.
They had confirmed that Jor-El's son was indeed on this planet, living as Superman, protecting its people.
This time, her target was Superman.
Thinking of his actions, Faora muttered, "Pathetic."
General Zod had ordered her to negotiate with Kal-El and determine where he stood.
And if possible… retrieve the Kryptonian Codex from him.
(End of Chapter)