Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 527 - 495: Steady Steps Over Swift Ones

Brutal!

Ruthless!

Vicious!

This was the conclusion Professor X instinctively came to after glimpsing a corner of Hawk’s mind at the time.

At the least, annihilation of a family.

At worst, eradication of a clan.

Mass extinction.

In the glimpse of memory Professor X saw, Hawk was either wiping out a family, a clan, or even heading towards extinction.

He thought he had encountered evil, and could even imagine what the pinnacle of evil was.

But that was before.

After Professor X saw Hawk, he realized that what he had once considered the greatest villain, the Black Emperor Shaw who attempted to ignite a world crisis, paled in comparison to Hawk.

Let’s put it this way.

Compared to Hawk, Black Emperor Shaw wasn’t even worthy of carrying his shoes.

So—

When Professor X returned from Cairo, Egypt, he chose to preach to Magneto, urging his friend to once again have faith in humanity, but he dared not tell Hawk that what was happening in Washington was wrong.

The reason was simple.

Preaching to Magneto, Magneto definitely wouldn’t kill him.

But if he attempted to preach to Hawk?

Uh...

Professor X’s intuition told him he would die, and quickly.

Because when he glimpsed a corner of Hawk’s memory, he vividly recalled one sentence from Hawk.

Beat them while questioning them!

This seemed to describe Hawk as similar to Magneto, as a brute who only understands fists.

But...

The battle within Hawk’s memory, and the scene where he knew Mephisto was untrustworthy but gave chances, ultimately manipulating the renowned Lord of Hell, told Professor X one thing.

Hawk not only had fists but also brains, far surpassing the brute who might have flunked prenatal education like Magneto.

Therefore!

Forget it. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Professor X is merciful, not foolish, so after returning from Cairo, he had no intention of meeting Hawk.

He only had one thought in mind.

To ensure that before Hawk, Wanda, and Jean’s family left their world, there wouldn’t be any excuse for Hawk to lose his temper.

In short.

Professor X’s thoughts churned, he looked at Jean who was watching him, and very honestly said, "You staying here is a good thing for everything."

Even if the congressional hearing in Washington at the start of next month is a trap.

Although it’s unlikely, Professor X has always had faith in humanity, believing that even if not through the violence of Magneto, mere negotiations would enable mutants and humans to find a common point of peace.

But if next month’s congressional hearing is a trap, him and Magneto being captured is certainly better than Jean encountering anything unexpected in Washington.

After all, if they are captured, it could just be the lives of two people.

But if Jean encounters trouble in Washington?

Haha.

This Earth...

No, could this Cosmos still exist?

Professor X recalled a powerful and terrifying force that seemed despairing, as if it had been felt ever since the first snowfall three days ago.

The force defies description, his mighty spiritual power barely glimpsed a faintly visible Fire Phoenix.

Outside this Cosmos.

Each time the faintly visible Fire Phoenix chirped, accompanied by the flutter of wings, it seemed to make this Cosmos tremble.

He could even clearly feel the Cosmos’s own lament, although it was striving to resist.

But with the passage of time, Professor X also felt that the time was drawing close for that Fire Phoenix to kick open the doors of their Cosmos and descend.

Clearly.

That is Hawk Phoenix’s power.

And moreover, from awakening in battle, growing in battle, to transcending in battle, having undergone countless battles, he has even refined his body into the most formidable weapon warrior’s power.

Professor X again sighed in his heart.

Jean frowned, looking at Professor X: "Professor, if it’s because of this, I think I should join you."

Professor X heard this and looked at Jean.

Jean smiled slightly.

"Professor, didn’t you say you believe in their sincerity? If it’s not a trap, everyone rejoices, but if it is a trap, and I go, there would be no trap, since even the tax authority has yet to dare collect taxes from Palm Street."

It’s well known that in the Federation, death and taxes are inevitable.

But...

Hawk and Death are friends, and he even possesses his own Netherworld.

As for taxes?

The property tax for that house on Palm Street is non-existent every year.

Jean remembered last Christmas when she noticed Beast sorting out year-end tax documents, and curiously asked when she got home.

Her mother Wanda directly replied.

You still want to pay taxes?

Her father, Hawk, smiled and said that he intended to pay taxes, but had yet to receive a bill from the IRS.

This was quite normal.

Although the IRS had its own armored tax-collecting force, it was still less formidable compared to the Pentagon.

The most important point.

The IRS definitely didn’t want their headquarters to inexplicably one day become ruins from a meteor strike.

Of course, it didn’t matter if the IRS building turned into rubble, but the people inside, including the White House and Pentagon officials, certainly wouldn’t want to follow in the footsteps of the collective funerals of several generals and the former president two years ago.

So—

"You and Magneto go ahead, there might be traps."

"But if I go, there will definitely be no traps."

Jean summarized, then looked at the professor who seemed to want to speak, and smiled, "Don’t worry, Professor. I’ll go back tonight and discuss this with my father. After getting his approval, I’ll go. How about that?"

Professor X pondered for a moment.

But just as he was about to speak, Jean chuckled, pulled back her chair, and stood up: "Alright, Professor, I’ll go back and talk to my father first. If he agrees, I’ll go."

With that said.

Before Professor X could react, Jean had already left the meeting room first.

When Jean returned home once again, Hawk had already finished his daily ten thousand punches. At this moment, his whole body was soaking in the bathtub, drifting off into sleep amidst the warmth of the water.

When Jean found her mother, Wanda, to discuss the matter of the hearing early next month, Hawk, who had drifted into deep sleep, found himself once again before the Eighth Sense portal.

At this moment, Hawk, though feeling physically weak and sore, was mentally extremely stimulated.

Under the burning of his spirit, the Phoenix Fire perfectly enveloped him, as if forming a battle armor entirely condensed from Phoenix Fire.

Hawk looked at the Eighth Sense gate fifty steps away, where he had retreated two years ago, his mind free of distractions, he lifted his right leg.

The next second.

Cosmic malevolence once again deeply assaulted, and in an instant, all the souls killed by Hawk throughout his journey entangled together, manifested around Hawk, and with sinister laughter, lunged towards Hawk walking below.

But!

This time was different from the past.

In the past, Hawk needed to devote a large portion of his energy to deal with this cosmic malevolence, thus every step was difficult.

But this time, he didn’t even have the desire to glance at the cosmic malevolence that seemed to weigh down like dark clouds upon him. His gaze was fixed on the Eighth Sense gate ahead, and he continued his steps steadily and evenly.

And when this overwhelming cosmic malevolence attacked Hawk, in an instant, the Phoenix Fire that condensed around him like battle armor erupted, and amidst the Phoenix’s cry, the chaotic space was completely dyed gold-red by the Phoenix Fire.

The golden-red flames swept all around, and the cosmic malevolence, emitting sinister laughter, upon contact with this flame, instantly transformed that laughter into a scream of extreme despair and utter hopelessness.

Then—

Disappeared!

The confrontation between the golden-red flame and the cosmic malevolence, the golden-red flame began to constantly erode the darkness, accompanied by the gradually expanding flame, the firelight cast upon Hawk’s feet instantly formed a golden path seemingly leading directly to the Eighth Sense portal.

Forty steps!

Thirty steps!

Twenty steps!

Ten steps!

Five steps!

Hawk finally stopped five steps away from the Eighth Sense portal.

Although he felt he could enter the Eighth Sense portal.

But he stopped.

No other reason.

Because he felt a bit tired. In the past, he would certainly have decisively chosen to push on.

But now.

Walking fast, is not as good as walking steadily.

Fast has its advantages, but the disadvantages are also significant, just like this time. Fortunately, Death merely likes to play, with a nature of gaming with the world, but if Death were malicious, this time he would probably suffer greatly.

Of course.

Definitely wouldn’t die.

Even if Death confidently stated that if he was killed on all timelines, he would genuinely die.

He still wouldn’t die.

The reason is simple.

Because there is a timeline, not to mention Mutant Apocalypse, even if Death personally went, it would be impossible to slay him on that timeline.

After all, on that timeline, the protector is not Hawk himself, but a Divine Beast!

Scientific name!

River Crab Divine Beast!

So—

Even in a scenario where Apocalypse slayed the Hawk deemed on the timeline, Hawk still wouldn’t die, at most needing more time to emerge from Phoenix Fire’s Nirvana.

This was also why at the time, he was holding Wanda’s hand, attempting to stop her from going to his timeline for another reason.

Unfortunately—

The past cannot be changed.

What has happened will inevitably happen.

But—

Wanda?

Gwen?

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