[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-226":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721526,2198,"Chapter 226 - 226 – Adopting a Pet","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"If no one wants it, I'll take care of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one sentence was like a rock thrown into a still pond — waves rippled instantly through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had gathered out of curiosity — it wasn't every day you saw a tiger cub in the Continental's lobby. But wanting to see a tiger and wanting to raise one were two completely different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in their right mind would want a tiger in their home?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most famous tiger owner in history was heavyweight boxing champion Mike Tyson, and the most common group of tiger owners were oil-rich Middle Eastern princes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in Hollywood — that paradise of people with more money than sense — few dared to keep a full-grown predator as a house pet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if one night they got high and decided to pull the tiger's whiskers for fun, only to become the evening snack?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when someone actually volunteered to adopt it, every head turned to see which lunatic had spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker, of course, was none other than Henry Brown, one of the hotel's service contractors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You sure about that?\" asked Moonie Fisher instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry walked forward, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"At least I'm not afraid of being bitten,\" he said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before anyone could stop him, he reached his hand straight into the cage to pet the cub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiger cub, already weaned, had grown its milk teeth — sharp enough to tear meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since being captured, it hadn't been starved to death, but it had never really eaten its fill either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when something alive entered its space, instinct took over — it bit down hard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Kryptonian flesh tasted good, the cub would never know, because it couldn't pierce the skin. No matter how it gnawed or twisted, it was like biting a steel bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't mind in the least. He simply played with the cub — scratching its head, getting bitten; tickling its chin, getting bitten again; tugging at its whiskers just to fulfill a childhood dream… and, of course, getting bitten again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how relaxed he was, others began to think maybe the cub wasn't that dangerous after all. One daring soul reached in from the opposite side to \"pet\" it like a kitten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A split second later — chomp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cub spun around and sank its teeth into the intruder's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man screamed bloody murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry wanted to laugh, but a thought struck him: if a predator ever tasted human flesh — even once — it could never be allowed to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because tiger meat was addictive or anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because in the tiger's mind, \"human\" would be added to its list of edible prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once that happened, hunger wouldn't even be required for it to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would attack on instinct, for dominance or pleasure — the same way a male tiger kills another's cubs just to mate with the mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans, long detached from their animal instincts, rarely realized that their actions — even turning their back and running — could provoke a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running was the tiger's favorite invitation: \"I'm scared, don't eat me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what self-respecting tiger could resist that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the best solution was to make sure this cub never tasted human blood — ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that in mind, Henry reached both hands into the cage again, pried open the cub's jaws, and freed the unlucky man's mangled hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the cub had only just stopped nursing; it wasn't used to tearing flesh yet, especially not wriggling prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victim's hand bore deep teeth marks and some bleeding, but no chunks missing, no muscle torn — lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his hand, wincing, while the rest of the onlookers laughed at his misery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, everyone took the same lesson away: don't treat the tiger like a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt now — imagine when it was grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, of course, everyone realized why this man, Henry, dared to adopt the tiger — his \"body that guns can't harm\" made him the only one qualified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cage wasn't even locked — just secured with a simple latch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry opened it without hesitation and scooped up the striped troublemaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the weight, the cub was around thirteen kilograms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fur was healthy, no visible wounds, though it struggled weakly in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't violent — just starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That explained why it had bitten at anything that moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger, not aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if its parents showed up now, Henry wouldn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stroked its head like one would pet a cat, completely unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, the cub seemed to realize the gap in strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stopped struggling, its four legs drooping limply as it slumped in Henry's arms, panting, occasionally licking its nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry chuckled, rubbing its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Hungry, huh, little one? Don't worry — I'll get you something good to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned toward the hotel manager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Ms. Fisher, may I take him? Or do you have other plans for him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What plans could I possibly have? Fisher thought wryly. Throw it in the kitchen and serve roast tiger for dinner?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't want to give away hotel property for free — but she also didn't want to name a price and scare Henry off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he backed out, she'd be stuck with the tiger again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man never haggled — which was infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing him would be simple, just a word to her staff — but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was sympathy for the cub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was a desire to win Henry's favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Moonie Fisher sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Fine. You can have it. But don't expect me to cover its meal expenses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry grinned from ear to ear, rubbing the cub's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Great! Katie, did you hear that? The lady said yes. You're coming home with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the freshly minted name, Fisher rolled her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Already named it? That was fast. But let me warn you — if you ever get tired of it, you deal with it yourself. Don't dump it back here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"No worries, I'm very responsible,\" Henry said cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiger was a treasure trove — every part valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would he ever give it up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it died naturally someday, what he did with the remains was nobody's business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't like he'd bought it to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought made Henry suddenly pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the cub, flipped it over, and examined its belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Huh. So my little Katie's actually a boy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changing the name? Not happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere in his mind, a darker, greedier thought crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> Excellent… tiger whip tonic, secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cub shuddered violently in his arms, as if it understood its grim fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even grown up yet, and already this Kryptonian biped is plotting against me… what am I going to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! 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