"Do you think this is justice, John?"
Peter folded his arms across his chest, frowning as he said to him, "You missed a very important point, which is, John, I never told you to be a so-called righteous person."
"Dad?"
Mark looked up at Peter.
He had thought that by saying that, he would surely be beaten up by his dad.
"Dad just hopes you don't become a god."
Peter looked at the somewhat uneasy Mark and said, "Do you know the most important characteristic of a god? John."
Mark shook his head in confusion.
"The most important characteristic of a god is to disregard the laws and rules of the Human World, because these things cannot restrain them, so they do whatever they want."
"John, will you become a god?"
Facing Peter's question, Mark shook his head and said, "No, Dad, I won't become a god."
"Is that so?"
Peter paused, then continued to ask, "Then imagine a scenario: when you want to do something just, to save humanity, but you accidentally fail and harm innocents, and people criticize you, what will you think? When you are driving and someone cuts you off, and then gives you the finger and drives away, what will you do?"
Mark thought for a moment, finding the question difficult to answer, and he didn't have a definite answer.
"Let me tell you, John, facing the accusations of the crowd, you will feel that these flies are simply ungrateful, and you might even want to get rid of them. Facing the guy who cut you off, you will fly up and teach him a lesson or even get rid of him."
Peter looked at him with a serious expression, "And you will think this way because you have no constraints. You do whatever you want. You can be a good person or a bad person; it completely depends on your whim. You can even be a good person most of the time, and when you get tired of it, you can be a bad person for some fun."
"No, Dad, I won't become that kind of person."
Mark said with a firm tone.
"Do you think I'm talking about you? No, this is how ordinary people behave after gaining superpowers."
Peter glanced at Clark, who was listening in the distance with his ears perked up, but pretending to be doing farm work.
"You think you are doing something just, John, that's not important, because you can define justice yourself, as the definition of ordinary humans doesn't apply to you."
Peter placed his hand on Mark's shoulder and said earnestly, "Do you think Dad is angry because you killed two gang members? No, Dad wouldn't be angry about that."
Peter shook his head and said, "Dad just hopes you understand one truth: don't become a god, but become a human."
When Mark heard this, he nodded vigorously, "Dad, I understand. A god is someone who disregards everything and places themselves above humanity, using their abilities recklessly."
Peter patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Yes, John, and unlike gods, humans only use their abilities for a certain belief, whether that belief is law, morality, or a sense of responsibility."
"Dad, I am not a god, I am a human. My abilities are used to protect my family, to protect you."
At this point, Mark's tone was exceptionally firm, his eyes shining brightly, "Dad, those two fake Federal Bureau of Investigation members were going to harm you, that's why I did what I did."
"Uh-huh, I know, so Dad won't punish you, but next time, remember to investigate thoroughly, don't harm the innocent, and remember not to be discovered, because that will attract unnecessary trouble."
Saying that, Peter rubbed Mark's hair with satisfaction.
Mark nodded heavily, his heart exceptionally excited by his father's understanding.
Dad saying to investigate thoroughly must mean not letting any fish slip through the net; not being discovered means that killing and disposing of bodies must be done without leaving any traces!
Mark, whose mind was spinning rapidly, quickly "understood" the meaning of Peter's words.
Peter at this moment didn't know that Mark's strange thought process had completely twisted his meaning.
After educating the other party, he let out a long sigh.
He wasn't angry about Mark, this naughty kid, killing those two gang members, after all, Mark's initial intention was to protect him.
However, he couldn't overly encourage this behavior of his, lest Mark become a scoundrel who commits all sorts of evil.
That's why he tried to shape Mark in the direction of a "Family Hero."
On the other side, Clark, who had finished eavesdropping on Peter and Mark's conversation, was deep in thought.
Putting down the lawnmower, he stretched out his hand and looked at his palm.
Godfather's words made a lot of sense: to become a human, not a god.
So, why should his abilities be used?
Unable to think of an answer for the time being, he exhaled and fell into distress.
"So, it really turned into a rabbit?"
Star-Lord looked incredulously at the rabbit in Zatanna's arms, "From a doll to a rabbit?"
"Yes."
Zatanna said with some embarrassment, "I guess it's some kind of magic from my father."
Star-Lord expressed some disbelief, "Your family's magic is truly incredible."
He coughed, glanced left and right, and whispered, "Can you teach me this magic, Sister Zatanna?"
Seeing that the other party seemed to have ulterior motives, Zatanna asked him suspiciously, "Why do you want to learn this magic?"
"If I tell you, can you keep it a secret?"
Star-Lord asked her in a low voice.
"Of course."
"You swear."
Looking at the serious expression of the little brat in front of her, Zatanna found it somewhat amusing, "I swear I will keep your secret."
After Zatanna swore, Star-Lord leaned in and whispered, "I want to learn this magic to turn John into a doll."
"Turn your brother into a doll?"
Zatanna looked at Star-Lord in shock.
Do you two have some deep-seated hatred?
"I don't know that kind of magic."
Zatanna immediately refused without hesitation.
She felt that this little fatty in front of her was much more evil than she had imagined.
Seeing that the first magic couldn't be performed, Star-Lord proposed a second one.
"Then do you have a magic that can help me lose weight?"
Star-Lord asked expectantly.
"You want to lose weight?"
"Yes, preferably the kind that doesn't require dieting. You know, all weight loss methods in the World mention eating less, but I can't do without eating. It's too painful."
Zatanna took a deep breath and said to the whimsical Star-Lord, "Sorry, I don't know that kind of magic."
She looked down at her own figure, thinking thankfully: Fortunately, my physique is not prone to gaining weight; I've eaten so many snacks and haven't gotten fat.
At noon, after lunch ended.
Zatanna, who had packed her luggage, reluctantly came up to bid Peter farewell.
"Mr. Patrick, I think I have to say goodbye to you."
"You're leaving?"
Peter asked in surprise.
"Yes, the Witch Queen stole my father's key, and I have to go back."
"I see."
Peter nodded, "I'll take you back."
If he let Zatanna go back directly, he was afraid she might slip and be arrested on the spot by the Witch Queen.
Hearing that Peter was going to take her back, Zatanna's eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise.
She hadn't held much hope, but hearing Peter offer to take her back, her gloomy mood immediately improved.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"
In the evening, Peter drove Zatanna home.
Looking at the Villa standing in the night, Peter pushed open the car door and got out.
"This is your home?"
"Mm, it's been a long time since I've been here."
Zatanna got out of the car holding the rabbit and walked towards the house with trepidation.
Peter stared at the Villa in front of him, becoming interested in the legendary Secret House as well.
The first house in the World, endless secrets...
He was very curious to see what was inside.
After following Zatanna into the long-unoccupied room, Peter looked around the surroundings.
Zatanna, walking ahead, went directly to her father's room.
The room was locked. She directly took a hairpin from her head, twisted the wire on it, and inserted it.
She had learned the skill of lock-picking from her father when she was eight years old.
With a "creak," Zatanna successfully opened the door using her lock-picking skills.
Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath and, with a nervous and uneasy feeling, pushed the door open.
She had never been to her father's workshop before.
"Whoosh!"
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and entered. The cluttered books and magic props in the room came into her view.
Walking to the desk, Zatanna looked at a poster on it.
The poster was a photo of her father and mother together, both smiling at the camera in magician's attire.
"Mom was really beautiful, Burkes."
She looked at the poster and muttered to the rabbit in her arms, "The problem is, I don't remember her looking like this. I only remember her when she was sick. She once gave me a crystal snow globe with a winter castle inside."
Staring at the portrait on the poster, Zatanna fell into childhood memories.
"I used to pretend Mom lived in the castle, pretending she never passed away."
Saying that, she lowered her head and touched the rabbit in her arms.
"I was so silly."
After complaining about her childhood self, Zatanna casually picked up the top hat nearby.
"It's strange, Dad never forgets this top hat when he goes to perform."
Putting the top hat on her head, Zatanna wiped away the tears that had appeared at the corners of her eyes at some point.
Just as she was about to take off the hat, she suddenly noticed several letters placed on the main table.
Surprised, she picked up the letters and looked at their content.
"My Dearest:
Thank you for updating me on our daughter.
I miss her dearly, but I know you've done your absolute best without me.
Being a single father is tough, especially raising a teenage girl, but I truly think you've done a wonderful job…"