Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 139 Hawk, who left Mephisto helpless (Fourth update!)

Christmas 2013 was different from previous years.

In previous years, Hawke would usually visit his sister Anya's grave to spend Christmas with her.

After all, Anya was his only family in the world.

But this year is different.

Hawke has gained another family member.

Gwen.

His fiancée.

At this moment, inside the Palm Street home, the large, fat snowman on the lawn outside hadn't melted much and still stood firmly on the lawn.

There were also glowing reindeer.

The colorful lights in the corridor at the entrance have been turned on, and the peach-cracker soldiers, dressed in bright uniforms and holding guns, stand on both sides of the entrance, looking quite cute.

This was all arranged by Gwen herself these past few days.

This is the case outside.

The interior was completely renovated and filled with a festive atmosphere.

A small Christmas tree ornament in the entryway.

Near the fireplace in the living room is a Christmas tree that was just brought back from Jersey City yesterday, and its branches are now covered with all sorts of decorative balls.

There are also clay angels and beaded necklaces that Gwen made herself these days.

Little angels, nutcrackers, snowflakes, and stars are now hanging on the branches.

The most important thing.

Various miniature photos of Hawke and Gwent are also hung on the branches of the Christmas tree, including a family photo of the three of them that Gwent photoshopped using photos of Hawke and his sister Anya, which is hung in the most conspicuous position.

The shining Star of Bethlehem stands solemnly atop the Christmas tree.

The base of the tree is covered with fluffy tree skirts, and there are colorful gift boxes of all sizes piled up here, waiting for people to open them.

But the room was empty.

Hawke and Gwen are nowhere to be seen.

because……

At the invitation of Thor, who was also alone on Earth, the two went to Thor and Jane's new neighborhood in Manhattan to celebrate Christmas.

Tony Stark and Ms. Pepper Potts were also there.

At this moment, the small kitchen is filled with a top female CEO of the world's number one company by market capitalization, a female PhD with a high reputation in the field of astronomy, and a female student who has just completed her first year of university.

Uh……

The three women did not have any disagreements due to their different social statuses; the atmosphere was quite harmonious as they chatted and laughed together while making delicious food.

Pepper Potts needs no introduction; she's a clever woman who won over a top playboy with subtle and understated methods.

Jane Foster needs no introduction; her ability to win over a male god speaks volumes.

As for how she managed to become one of the neighborhood's members within a week, it goes without saying that Gwen successfully made sure the neighborhood remembered her whenever there were events.

Moreover, this wasn't the first time the three women had met.

When Thor and Jane returned to New York City, they immediately arranged a fight. That night, Thor, in high spirits, remembered his duel with Hawke, so he went up into the atmosphere and started their first duel.

In short.

The three women were having a great time in the kitchen.

The three men were drinking and bragging in the living room.

Ok.

It was mainly Thor and Tony who were drinking.

Hawke didn't drink.

He'll only be nineteen this Christmas, three years away from the legal age of twenty-one when he can legally drink alcohol.

Not counting the hellish tavern on the edge of life and death.

In a word.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. There's no law in Hell's Tavern that forbids anyone under 21 from drinking.

Hawke was holding Mjolnir on the table, trying to lift it up.

Thor, sitting to the side, held up a beer and watched the scene calmly, seemingly not worried at all that Hawk could lift his Mjolnir.

This is true.

Even with Hawke's current ability to lift a hill with one hand without breaking a sweat, he still couldn't budge Thor's hammer.

after all……

The hammerhead of this hammer was forged from a dead star.

Simply put, there are only two ways to lift Thor's hammer.

The first type of self-affirmation of Thor's hammer, such as Thor and the future Jane.

The second type is someone who is righteous and pure of heart, meeting the requirements to wield Thor's hammer, like Captain America.

But there is a third type.

Grasp this hammer with absolute force.

When you can lift a star with one hand, you can lift Thor's hammer with absolute power.

However, Hawke is clearly not up to par now.

but……

On the way home after the dinner party.

Gwen, driving towards Palm Street, glanced curiously at Hawke sitting in the passenger seat: "Hawk, you've been able to fight Thor so many times, your strength must be about the same as Thor's, right?"

Hawke nodded: "Yes."

In these ten duels, assuming he only burned his inner cosmos without unleashing it, the outcome between him and Thor was basically even.

Gwen blinked.

"So you're a god now too?"

"No." "Then you and Thor..."

"He did not fully control his divine authority."

Hawke already knew what Gwen wanted to ask, and explained with a smile, "If Thor has complete control over his divine authority of thunder, I'd be lucky to win one out of ten duels."

Although he now also possesses the two great powers of the phoenix: immortality and rebirth.

But he is not a god after all.

After gaining insight into his sixth sense, his level of life has undergone a transformation, but he still has a long way to go before he can be called a god.

It should be understood that comprehending the eighth sense is merely touching the edge of God.

The Ninth Sense is the realm of what is called God; only by comprehending the Ninth Sense can one truly be called God.

Hawke now...

The seventh sense is still a long way off, let alone the ninth.

Actually, Thor is pretty much the same.

Both men possessed divine authority, but neither of them could exert that authority over others.

For example, Hawke's divine power of Nirvana cannot be granted to others at present, just as Thor's divine power of thunder cannot be given to others.

and so……

"It's not an exaggeration to call them gods; even false gods are gods."

Hawke chuckled to himself, then looked at Gwen with some curiosity: "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Gwen opened her mouth and began to recount the conversation the three women had just had in the kitchen.

Jane was the main speaker, recounting what she saw and heard during her day and night in Asgard, and then somehow they suddenly started talking about the difference between mortals and gods.

The life level of mortals has already determined that their lifespan is no more than a hundred years.

But gods are almost immortal; as long as they are not killed, their lifespan is virtually infinite.

Jane seemed a little worried.

"She definitely has reason to worry."

Hawke chuckled upon hearing this: "The choice of Thor's wife by Odin, the king of the gods, and all of Asgard, has always been Sif, one of their own. And Jane is right, mortals live for no more than a hundred years. Thor may be with Jane for a lifetime, but Jane cannot be with Thor for a lifetime."

At this point, he realized what was going on.

Hawke glanced at Gwen: "So, you're worried about this?"

Gwen glanced at him, a gentle smile on her face: "No, I'm just glad I can walk in front of you. At least I won't be sad for you, but you will be sad for me."

Hawke was taken aback by Gwen's answer.

next second.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar pub through the window on the right side of the vehicle out of the corner of his eye.

"parking!"

"squeak."

Gwen slammed on the brakes and blinked at Hawke, who was peering through the car window at a vacant lot across the street. "What's wrong?"

Hawke snapped out of his reverie, smiled slightly, and said to Gwen, who was looking at him curiously, "Wait here for me."

Say it.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, got out, and walked toward the hellish tavern in his eyes, and the empty space in Gwen's eyes.

next second.

The moment Hawke pushed open the door of the Hell's Tavern, the real Hawke also abruptly disappeared from Gwen's sight.

Gwen raised an eyebrow at the sight.

But I wasn't surprised.

As I said before, Gwen feels that her threshold for surprise has been raised to a very high level.

really.

This hellish tavern is a projection of Mephisto.

After entering the Hell Tavern, Hawke felt the familiar atmosphere of being on the edge of life and death. He then looked at Mephisto, who was already at the table, raising his glass and smiling at him. Hawke thought to himself and then walked towards Mephisto.

Mephisto smiled and raised his glass to greet Hawke.

Merry Christmas, Hawke.

"Merry Christmas."

After Hawke sat down, he picked up his glass, clinked it with Mephisto's, and then asked curiously, "Projecting the Hell Tavern onto New York City, where Kamar-Taj is located, Mephisto, aren't you afraid the Sorcerer Supreme will come and beat you up again?"

Mephisto said dismissively, "What else can she do besides repeatedly forcing me to comply with the Time Stone? I'm just too lazy to waste my time with her."

Hawke recalled Dormammu of the Dark Dimension, who would suffer at the hands of the Time Stone in the future.

Mephisto was also a victim of the Time Stone.

Hawke thought to himself, then cut to the chase: "You've changed your mind this time, and you can help me resurrect my sister?"

Mephisto didn't speak immediately. Instead, he filled Hawke's glass with wine, set the bottle aside, and then picked up his own glass.

"Hawk, I always thought you were a smart man."

"Ok?"

Hawke raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, raised his glass and clinked it against Mephisto's again: "What do you mean?"

Mephisto downed his drink in one gulp, then leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms in front of him, and smiled at Hawke: "Releasing your sister's soul is easy for me. I have no need to offend a future god for a soul."

Hawke said nothing.

Because he knew there was a "but" after that sentence.

really.

"but--"

Mephisto changed the subject, a hint of helplessness on his face. He shook his head and looked at Hawke: "If you want me to release your sister's soul, you should at least prepare a body that can house it first."

Hawke: “…”

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