Chapter 39: What Does Carl Do Every Day?

Obadiah was dead. Even at the moment of his death, he couldn't understand How could the loyal bodyguards he had paid so handsomely... ...suddenly obey Carl's command and shoot him? Could it be... Were those bodyguards Carl's undercover agents all along? Damn it! Tony Stark was already off in the Middle East. Obadiah was supposed to be next in line to take over Stark Industries. And yet, he died just like that. It was maddening. Carl looked at the black-suited bodyguards and gave a calm order: "Kill yourselves." Then he wiped the memories of the medical staff present. Of course, these men weren't Carl's agents. He had simply Used hypnosis to put everyone in the room under his control. That included the group he'd dealt with back in the car. A flash of movement Carl vanished. In the next moment, he reappeared in a similar hospital room. This one was also guarded by security and medical staff. But unlike before The person on the hospital bed wasn't Obadiah. It was his son, Zach. "F*ck!" "You actually dare come to my house?!" Zach cursed when he saw Carl. Then he barked at his bodyguards: "Get him!" "I'm going to make him suffer." The guards responded immediately, stepping forward to act. But then A red light flashed. Several of the guards instantly dissolved. "M-Monster..." Zach, lying in the hospital bed, trembled as he stared at the scene. Carl calmly walked toward him. Strangely, the medical staff around them suddenly turned cold and unfeeling, as if possessed, and silently walked out of the room. Carl looked down at Zach, his face calm but smiling. "You said... you wanted to torture me?" Zach panicked, his entire body trembling. Earlier, when his father sent people to assassinate Carl He'd secretly felt thrilled. Serves him right, after punching me. Now it's his turn to lose everything. But now, seeing Carl's eyes glowing with red light Those guards who had been vaporized the instant the light touched them Zach was terrified. "Y-You... You can't kill me!" "My father's a major shareholder of Stark Industries! He's about to take control, You can't!" Before he could finish his sentence Red light burst out before him. In that final instant, countless thoughts raced through Zach's mind. What kind of being was Carl? Why did he possess such power? And how... how had he ended up on the wrong side of someone like him? With both Obadiah and his son dealt with, Carl turned and left. He had nothing more to say about the two. Back at the banquet Kingpin was the one who'd acted first, ordering his men to capture them. At the time, Carl hadn't even intended to kill them. Breaking their legs was already a pretty harsh punishment At least for ordinary people. He hadn't planned to go further. But who would've thought They decided to write their own ending. Very well. Carl simply gave them what they wanted. He activated his super-vision, scanning the city. And then, vanished again. A moment later, Carl appeared inside Erika's home. Erika saw him and was briefly startled Then her face lit up with joy, and she rushed to him. "You're done already?" "Yup." "I've gotta say, your flying ability is really handy." "It's alright," Carl chuckled. In truth What he used now was spatial teleportation. Now that he could travel between worlds, crossing space was easy. After all, no matter how fast you can fly, you'd still have to open doors. But... such small details weren't worth explaining. "Back at the banquet... you looked so cool when you made your move." As she spoke, Erika stood on tiptoe and kissed Carl. They embraced passionately. Carl then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. 4:00 PM. After finishing their "battle," Carl showered and cleaned up. He checked the fridge Only drinks, no alcohol. So he returned to his own place, grabbed a few bottles of wine, and came back. Erika was resting on the bed. After all, it had already been more than four hours. Hmm... Erika's "combat prowess" was a bit stronger than Sikai's. Carl didn't usually live here, he had another residence in Manhattan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone back and forth like that. And speaking of which He still hadn't checked in to the chat group today. With that thought, Carl opened the app and entered the group. Group Chat: What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Didn't go to work today. Feeling kind of bored. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Might head to the restaurant tomorrow. Work a shift or two. Senju Princess: Toka-nee is so laid-back... I'm jealous. Commander of the Great Wall Garrison: +1. My daily assignments are pretty exhausting too. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Hahaha, well, what can I say? I'm just a salted fish from a normal world. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: With this chat group, I just check in and make money. No need to work at all. Senju Princess: 666 (So awesome!) What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Wait, did Lord Carl come online? Heaven's Blade King: All hail Lord Carl! Commander of the Great Wall Garrison: +1. Greetings, Carl-sama. Senju Princess: Hello, Carl-kun! God Among Men: Hey everyone. Looks like you're all here. Heaven's Blade King: Now that you mention it... Lord Carl always seems super busy. Commander of the Great Wall Garrison: Someone like him must have a full schedule. Commander of the Great Wall Garrison: He's probably out there delivering justice! Senju Princess: That's right! Carl-kun is so kind. Senju Princess: He must be helping people in need... a true hero of justice! What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Sounds like a superhero, doesn't it? We've got urban legends like that in my world too. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: Though... I don't think real superheroes exist here. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: But Carl-sama's probably saving the world every day! Heaven's Blade King: Oooh, that's probably it! Heaven's Blade King: Once I have enough points, I'll buy more items from the group shop, power up, and save the world too! Commander of the Great Wall Garrison: Kaisha, you're amazing. What to Do If My Little Sister Is a Chuunibyou: (???.????) So cool! Senju Princess: Nice dream. Keep at it! God Among Men: ... God Among Men: Thanks. Good luck, @Heaven's Blade King. Carl stared at the chat. For a moment, he didn't even know how to respond. The way these group members filled in the blanks with their imaginations was really something. Saving the world every day? A hero of justice? In reality... Carl had just spent a few hours in intimate communication with one girl... ...and then a few hours doing the same with another. Where was the time to chat in the group? Then again... Weren't they technically correct? After all, the people Carl had killed Were all bad guys. Like Kingpin's subordinate, Bullseye. Like Iron Monger, his bodyguards, and even Iron Monger's son. He didn't know for sure whether the son was a villain But judging from his behavior and words... He definitely wasn't any kind of decent person. And just then A notification popped up in the chat group.