[{"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-254":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},1721860,2198,"Chapter 254 254 — A Distant Relative","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-254",254,"\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>A new year had arrived, and Henry was doing his best to waste it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprawled across his couch, basking in the weak winter sunlight streaming through the window, absolutely unmotivated to do anything productive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the room, little Katie — male little Katie, for the record — had long since stopped being \"little.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a year of proper feeding had doubled his size. What had once fit along Henry's forearm now stretched to nearly his own height when the tiger stood at full length.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Katie was currently draped across his oversized cat tower, two back legs dangling lazily over the edge, soaking up the same sun with feline bliss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Kryptonian physiology was utterly indifferent to heat or cold, Henry never bothered much with heating in winter. Cooling, however, was a different story — all those delicate computers and servers in his apartment didn't appreciate overheating in the summer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for keeping a tiger? Well, fur coats came built-in. Katie didn't seem to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever sunlight streamed in, he'd stop bullying poor BB — the hapless robot core — and just nap quietly in the warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiger translator project had also made serious progress. Katie could now understand a small vocabulary of commands: sit, paw, spin, stop, come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The essentials of civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding time required no translation at all. The moment the smell of meat hit the air, Katie was already sitting by his bowl, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few disciplined smacks from Henry in the early days, the tiger had learned to leave the dinner table alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business at the black clinic had resumed, but Henry's enthusiasm hadn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, he'd been eager to hone his skills — to face difficult, rare diseases like those seen in top hospitals. But most of his clientele through the Continental network came in with stab wounds, bullet holes, or blunt trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was basic surgery — tedious work for a Kryptonian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, he was just keeping the doors open out of habit, drifting between jobs, waiting for something interesting to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even checked the Continental's exit policy. Technically, any freelancer could leave whenever they wished; there was no binding contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Wick's \"impossible task\" wasn't to leave the Continental — it was to leave the Russian mob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gangs were the same everywhere: easy to enter, hell to escape. Once you knew their secrets, they couldn't afford to let you walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Continental wasn't a gang; it was a platform. A network. As long as you hadn't poked too deep into its inner workings, you were free to come and go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the Tinkerer's name had already landed on the FBI's radar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one agent conveniently vanished, the Bureau hadn't managed to link it to him — not yet, anyway. The city had been quiet since. But that didn't mean he was safe. He was now a red-flagged name in their files, and it only took one overzealous agent with too much free time to make trouble again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Tinkerer stayed low-key. And after seeing what happened to Andrew Saxon, most crime bosses preferred to go through official hospital channels rather than some unlicensed doctor who might sell them out for a bounty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that meant fewer wanted men came knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't mind. It wasn't like he'd ever been in it for philanthropy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was mid-snooze, planning to waste the whole afternoon, when Katie suddenly gave a low growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brainwave-linked translator mounted on BB immediately emitted its flat robotic tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Someone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Henry's newer inventions — a gadget that converted the tiger's roars into rough English. Sure, he could interpret Katie's sounds by brainwave resonance, but it was nice having a speaker that let the cat \"talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, the doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry groaned, dragged himself upright, and shuffled to the door. No peephole — not that he needed one. A quick flash of X-ray vision showed his visitor outside, fidgeting nervously like a man who expected to be mauled any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Gary, his eccentric landlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry opened the door and greeted him, \"Hey, Gary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man jumped, waving a limp hand. \"Oh! Hello, Henry.\" He peeked inside, spotted the \"cat\" lounging on the tower, and forced a shaky smile. \"And… hello, Katie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rrroar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Hello.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The translator's cheerful monotone filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary paled. He grabbed Henry by the arm, dragged him out into the hallway, and slammed the door shut behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That— that was a tiger roar! You told me that was a tabby cat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't blink. \"You heard wrong, Gary. My cat's just… got a raspy throat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's huge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fat,\" Henry corrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Whatever it is, just make sure your kitty doesn't eat anyone. If it bites a neighbor, I will call the cops.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure, sure,\" Henry said quickly. \"Now, why don't you tell me what brought you here, before you die of anxiety?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary cleared his throat. \"Right. So. My ex-wife's distant relative is visiting Los Angeles, and she wants someone to show her around — especially Hollywood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She says she might even try her luck there, like you did when you first came to L.A. You've got a car, and, well, time. So… interested? The pay's not much, but I'll cover gas and meals — as long as you don't go to one of those overpriced tourist traps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry stared at him. \"Your ex-wife's distant relative? That's… what, four degrees removed? Are you secretly asking me to drop her off in South Central and let her get mugged for character development?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary rolled his eyes. \"Don't be dramatic. I'm still on good terms with her family — just not with her. And anyway, she's still family to my kid. They're visiting L.A., I can't exactly ignore them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\" Henry sighed. \"You've helped me enough times, I can play chauffeur for a day. Who is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Barbara Morse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry blinked. Wait… that name sounds familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's a girl?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry's expression twisted. \"So let me get this straight — you're entrusting a young woman, your ex's relative, to me? The weird loner neighbor who lives alone and has suspicious noises coming from his apartment? Are you trying to get me arrested?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, \"Barbara\" and \"Morse\" were common names — practically American staples — so Henry didn't immediately connect it to that Barbara Morse. Still, handing over a girl to a random male tenant? That was either blind faith or criminal stupidity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gary just chuckled. \"Relax. I've met her. She was a high school gymnastics champion — strong, flexible, definitely tougher than she looks. She's studying at Georgia Tech right now, smart as hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told her if she really wants to make it in Hollywood, she should try the action-star route. Pretty face, great body, solid skills — she could pull it off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry froze. Gymnastics champion. Georgia Tech. Tough, smart… oh no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah. The pieces fit a little too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbara \"Bobbi\" Morse. Future S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his forehead and muttered, \"Right. That flavor checks out. Is it too late to say no?\"\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! Keep voting, and let the stones pile up! 🚀\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>",1244,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.542Z",1,"novelbin.me","c094531a8e1b95b43fd71a64f51feab529e63980029b3ab4f71eb3fc94fd463d","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-255","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-253",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]