Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 616 - 585: The Grand Finale!!

Again.

Once at the gambling table, having placed one’s own stakes, the only thought is to seize all the failures of others.

So!

Once you’ve sat down at the table, there’s never a reason to surrender and lose half.

No winner would ever do that.

Hawk is no different.

Thus, after he won this gamble, faced with the pleas of the universe’s origin, he didn’t let it go like he did with the Mutant Cosmos origin, but instead crushed this pleading yet hopeful universe origin directly.

"With me, there has never been a ’surrender and lose half’ since ancient times."

"Die!"

After crushing the universe origin, Hawk then closed his eyes, reversing the time of Earth while refining this universe with the Phoenix Fire.

However, this moment is different from when the Mutant Cosmos stood again after its fall; this time, he only reversed the time of Earth.

After all, since Tiam here didn’t choose to emerge, Hawk respects Tiam’s choice.

In an instant.

Time flowed backward at that moment.

The scene also rewound at that moment.

At this moment, Earth seemed like a videotape being rewound, as time frantically went backward, and the scene rewound frantically.

In just the blink of an eye.

Captain America Steve was already in tears, his face covered with tears.

Natasha also had tears in her eyes, watching the scenes rewinding before her.

"It’s back."

"Everything is back."

"Everything that once was has returned."

As everyone knows.

The past cannot be changed, and what has happened is destined to happen.

But there is another saying.

"New emperor, new officials."

When the origin of the 616 Cosmos retired, and Hawk’s Phoenix Cosmos took over, it meant a new timeline was born.

And on this new timeline, Hawk had the final say.

Of course.

Reversing the time on Earth is simple, but bringing back those souls who have already passed away on the timeline is not up to him alone.

Because the souls that have already died now belong to Mephisto.

Fortunately!

Hawk can still coerce Mephisto with Death.

But Mephisto’s face appeared somewhat unpleasant.

"Phoenix, your eating habits are terribly ugly."

"Am I?"

Hawk looked at Mephisto, who appeared in front of him with anger, and said with a smile: "It’s just a few souls, is it really that serious?"

Mephisto laughed.

"A few?"

"You’ve taken all the souls I gathered over these years, and do you think my place is a market where you can pick and choose?"

To put it this way.

Hawk indeed reversed the time on Earth, but resurrecting those who died over the years was selective.

Yellow and white, not even a second thought.

Brown and black, not even a second thought either.

When asked, it’s his universe, he makes the rules.

Similarly.

At this moment, the members of the Avenger, after the excitement, looked at the lives emerging through the time retrospection and realized that something seemed to be missing among these emerging lives.

But they just looked at each other and didn’t dare to speak up.

Only Mephisto had the courage, after all, he was the greatest victim here.

In the past, Mephisto didn’t think his Hell Dimension was particularly dark, but after Hawk’s operation, Mephisto finally realized that his Hell, at a glance, was nothing but black.

It’s just that...

Besides furious impotence, Mephisto didn’t have a better solution but to watch Hawk, who was smiling, extend his right hand before him.

"You completed your task, and as agreed, give me back my souls."

"Sorry."

Hawk shook his head with a smile.

Mephisto widened his eyes, looking at Hawk, who shook his head in refusal: "You intend to renege? Dammit, you swore before Death, give me back my souls, it’s the agreement."

Hawk acknowledged: "I know, I just thought after returning your souls, you’d have to give them to me again, it’s troublesome, so let’s skip those pointless steps."

Mephisto was utterly dumbfounded.

"Why would I have to give you back my souls?"

"It’s simple, because I owe Mephisto a favor."

"You owe me..."

Mephisto instinctively said, and then realized Hawk was not referring to him.

Hawk shrugged.

He was talking about the Mephisto from Mutant Cosmos, Old Mo.

After all, he turned his Goddess of Death into Old Mo’s superior, and Old Mo felt unhappy, saying Hawk tricked him. At the time, Hawk assured Old Mo that he would give him a universe someday.

It was a trick back then, but now, the opportunity has come.

The current Mephisto listened to Hawk’s simple explanation, his eyes widened, feeling countless wild horses running across his heart.

"I... helped you, and then, you actually want to kick me out, letting your Mephisto take over everything I have?"

"Is that what you mean?"

Mephisto looked at Hawk in disbelief.

Hawk touched his chin and nodded.

"That’s pretty much what I mean."

"Hiss!"

Mephisto looked at the affirmative Hawk, took a sharp breath, and then, with a dazed expression, pointed at himself and asked, "What about me? Where do I go?"

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Don’t worry. Undeniably, you were useful this time, and I’ve already arranged a position for you."

"What?"

"The Ferryman of the Nether River."

Hawk smiled at Mephisto, "How about it? Not a bad position, right? It’s a promotion for you."

This was not mockery, but the truth.

With his Goddess of Death, Anna, now in position, the functions of the Nether Prison are gradually being perfected.

Simply put.

Before Hawk had the Goddess of Death, any soul could potentially end up in the Nether Prison after death.

But this was not right.

Just as ordinary souls couldn’t even meet Death, the current Nether Prison now only accepts divine-level souls.

Of course.

Souls killed by Hawk’s appointment can still enter under Hawk’s blessing.

But the level of the Nether Prison speaks for itself.

The Nether Prison is not a hell for mortals, but a hell for divine spirits.

So——

Having Mephisto, who watches over the mortal hell, to watch over the divine Nether Prison as a ferryman seems like a step down from being a ruler, but it is indeed a promotion.

After all, in management, the Ferryman of the Nether River connects all the hell dimensions leading to the Nether Prison, allowing the ferryman to move freely between the two.

Mephisto understood this as well.

So after Hawk revealed his arrangement, Mephisto’s previously dazed gaze began to turn thoughtful.

After a while.

Mephisto took a deep breath and looked at Hawk.

"Does Death know?"

"She knows."

Hawk nodded.

This was also not a lie; when he swore in Death’s name, she already sensed it, and they met when he refined this universe.

Death gladly approved of Hawk’s actions in poaching from her domain.

Because, for Death, exchanging a dispensable subordinate for Hawk’s favor was an extremely worthwhile deal.

As for how Death intended to make Hawk repay her favor, she didn’t say, but invited Hawk to visit her world for a chat after he’s done with his commitments.

Hawk thought of the strange smile on Death’s face when she left and couldn’t help but feel uneasy, as if he was digging a pit for his future self.

Whatever.

As always, future Hawk can worry about future problems.

Mephisto watched Hawk’s nod, and his mix of anger and stupor vanished, replaced by a helpless smile directed at Hawk.

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

Hawk shook his head decisively, "My Netherworld lacks a ferryman, and you’re the best choice."

Mephisto chuckled, then looked at Hawk, sighed, and knelt on one knee before him.

"Ferryman of the Nether River, Mephisto, pays respects to the Main God!"

"I was wrong."

Hawk looked at the now sensible Mephisto, and his smile brightened, "You’re much more sensible than the Old Mo I know. Unlike my Old Mo, taming him took quite a bit of my time training."

Even so, he still felt his Mephisto remained rebellious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically assigned Anna to watch over him.

However, those things are no longer important.

The important thing is!

"This matter is settled!"

"We should go."

Returning to Earth, Hawk left the main space-time with Wanda and returned to the alternate space-time. After settling things there, he took a deep breath and looked at Wanda, who stood beside him.

Wanda nodded upon hearing this.

"It’s time to go back; you should bring Gwen home."

"Yes."

Hawk nodded unconsciously, then seemed to remember something, looked at Wanda beside him, pondered, and couldn’t help but ask, "So, Wanda and Gwen, are they the same person, or different people?"

Wanda gave a slight smile.

"Does it matter? Haven’t you already decided to be a jerk?"

"True."

Hawk laughed aloud at this and then shook his head once more, "After holding on for so long, I didn’t expect to mess up at the last moment."

Wanda rolled her eyes at Hawk.

"You’re secretly pleased, aren’t you?"

"Haha!"

Exposed by Wanda, Hawk laughed heartily, no longer entangled by the question, he wrapped his arm around Wanda’s waist, looked up at the sky.

"Let’s go!"

"Bring Gwen home!"

"..."

Endnote!

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This is the last book from this account.

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