Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 428 My First Encounter with Death (First Update!)

"Because you are my friend."

"..."

Natasha, standing at the entrance of the Hell's Tavern, froze in place upon hearing Hawke's words.

Hawke chuckled softly and gestured to the bar stool in front of him.

"Don't worry, this is the edge of life and death. No matter how long you stay here, it will only be a blink of an eye for the outside world."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Natasha looked at the smile on Hawke's face, remained silent for a moment, then lifted her foot and sat back down on the high stool in front of Hawke.

Hawke raised his glass and clinked it against Natasha's.

"Do you remember more than twenty days ago when you came to Palm Street to find me and asked me whether I was in charge or the Hawke you knew was in charge?"

"remember."

"Then you should remember my answer too."

"I am me, and I am also me."

Hawke said this, then looked at Natasha: "But whichever version of me it is, you, Natasha, are my friends."

This is the truth.

Although in his real universe, he didn't have many interactions with Natasha.

But that doesn't mean Natasha isn't his friend.

At least……

In his phone, Natasha's number was listed after Sharon's, and if Natasha weren't his friend, she wouldn't have been Gwen's bridesmaid.

In this universe, Natasha is also Hawke's friend.

Well known.

Hawke is always serious about the friends he approves of.

The most important thing.

Some say that after Iron Man, there will be no more Marvel.

So after Natasha, there was no more Avengers.

Because only Natasha, and only Natasha, sees the Avengers as home, and supports this family so that it won't be completely swept into the dustbin of history.

The most important point.

Again.

Isn't the significance of time travelers to make up for all sorts of regrets?
and so!
Hawke put down his glass and looked calmly at Natasha.

"You won't die."

"...But if I don't die, the Soul Stone will never be born."

"Yes."

"That……"

"But I can flip the table!"

"what?"

Natasha was taken aback by Hawke's words.

next second.

Hawke's gaze shifted to the bar's door, and he said with a smile, "Death, won't you come in for a drink?"

die?

what is this?
Natasha instinctively turned her head and looked in the direction of Hawke's voice.

Eye-catching!

The bar doors seemed to be blown open by a deathly wind.

Immediately afterwards, a woman dressed in a flowing robe that seemed to be woven from the midnight, with eyes like bottomless voids but nostrils and mouth exposed beneath them, and skin that was a pale, marble-grey color, who looked like a half-human, half-skeletal creature but had a divine aura, stepped into the hellish tavern with her long, slender legs.

The person who came was—

The source, creator, and manipulator of all life and souls in the Marvel multiverse, representing the manifestation of the specific forms in which all life in the multiverse ceases to exist.

One of the five creator gods!

death!

As Death entered the Hellish Tavern, its empty eyes fell upon Hawke, meeting his gaze.

Hawke gestured toward yet another bar stool.

The deathly gaze fell, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the high stool, then sat down on it with a precise and elegant posture.

next second.

The opening of death.

But her voice didn't seem to come from one direction; rather, it seemed to come from all directions, carrying a unique husky and languid quality, her tone both gentle and ruthless.

"Mephisto, you killed him."

"I don't want to."

Hawke smiled, took out a glass of wine, poured Death a glass of bourbon, and pushed it in front of Death: "But Old Mo, I gave him countless chances, but he just kept missing them, as if he had an autopilot."

In a word.

He may have killed the wrong person as well as anyone else.

But Mephisto!
Hawke could confidently say that he had done everything he could for Mephisto.

Well known.

He would leave a glimmer of hope for anyone else, but for Mephisto, he left not just a glimmer of hope, but forty-nine.

As a result, Mephisto stubbornly persisted in going down a dead end.

What else could he do?
If we don't kill Mephisto soon, it really won't make sense.

As Mephisto's superior, Death was naturally well aware of Mephisto's personality.

She even knew perfectly well that this hellish dimension originated from the multiverse.

The skull face of death gave an elegant smile.

"Mephisto is indeed a very special Death Lord."

“I think so too.” Hawke nodded in agreement, raising his glass towards Death. “If I could, I wouldn’t want to kill him either.”

Putting aside the fact that Mephisto was inherently rebellious, to be honest, he genuinely enjoyed spending time with Mephisto in this tavern, drinking and listening to him call him "good dad" and "good brother."

pity……

Time has passed, and now, in this hellish tavern, no one calls him "good dad" or "good brother" anymore.

This is also why Hawk has been too lazy to deal with the Hell Dimension.

Perhaps, just maybe, he really couldn't bear to see Mephisto leave.

It was accompanied by a ding sound.

Hawke clinked glasses with Death, and both took a sip of their drinks.

next second.

Hawke looked at Death, who had put down his glass, glanced at Natasha who had been sitting silently to the side, and then said to Death, "I'm not going to fight you for her soul anymore. You should be able to tell that I reserved her soul a long time ago."

Death rested his chin on his hand, adopting a languid posture, and glanced sideways at Natasha beside him.

Tweet!
Deep within Natasha's soul, a phoenix lies quietly amidst the flames, seemingly awaiting rebirth.

The phoenix that was projected was a golden phoenix feather hidden deep within Natasha's soul!
The phoenix never dies, it just enters nirvana.

After his Golden Phoenix Universe is fully projected into this universe, whoever or any life form possesses his Golden Phoenix Feather will undergo Nirvana after death and be reborn from the ashes.

Death glanced at him briefly before looking away and turning back to Hawke, his tone languid yet cold.

“Your divine authority is before mine, so it is possible that her soul does not belong to me, but similarly, the Soul Gem will not appear.”

"Do not."

Upon hearing this, Natasha instinctively interjected, "Take my soul and give me the Soul Gem."

Death didn't even glance at Natasha; after Natasha's words, he simply rested his chin on his hand, smiled silently, and looked at Hawke.

seems to be saying.

“Look, your followers don’t appreciate it.”

“She is not my believer, she is my friend.”

Hawke corrected Death's thoughts, then changed the subject: "I'm curious, what is Thanos's motivation for wiping out half of life in this universe? Is it for you, to stop the Celestials, or does he really believe that the universe needs balance?"

Death continued to prop his chin on his hand, his empty eyes fixed on Hawke: "The Celestials, playthings created by Eternity?"

Speaking of it.

Death seemed to have thought of something, and a beautiful smile appeared on his lips: "It seems that in your universe, Thanos did this to stop the Celestials."

Hawke stared into the empty, lifeless eyes of death.

"Thanos from my universe said that you and Eternity were banished from that universe by the Celestials."

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Death laughed out loud.

laughter……

Amidst the desolation, there seemed to be something subtly alluring—a laugh that penetrated directly to the soul, making it tremble.

Hawke did not laugh.

Again.

A thousand readers will have a thousand different interpretations of Hamlet.

So when Hawke heard Thanos's dying words and learned that the Celestials had banished Eternity and Death, although he was shocked, it was only at that moment; he did not take Thanos's dying words as truth.

"Eternity is the concrete manifestation of the total sum of time in the entire multiverse."

"I am the concrete manifestation of the totality of life in the entire multiverse."

"so……"

"The fact that news of me and Eternity being expelled by the Celestials can only mean one thing."

The voice of death was cold and languid, its eyes vacant as it stared at Hawke. It took a sip of its drink and then smiled as it said, "Your universe is so insignificant that it's not even worth a glance when I and the projection of eternity disappear."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this explanation of death, he felt an urge to refute it.

but……

Hawke had to admit it.

Compared to Thanos's explanation before his death, the explanation given by the person in question is more reasonable.

"and……"

"It's normal for the Celestials to want to reproduce."

"Most importantly, the Celestials' propagation through some multiverses is also eternally tacitly approved. After all, it's better to leave it to the Celestials than to let that perpetually hungry guy devour it."

"..."

A guy who's hungry all the time?
Uncle Swallow?

Right.

Compared to the other four creator gods, Galactus, who is also a creator god, is somewhat similar to a remnant of the previous dynasty.

and so……

Hawke stroked his chin: "After I beat up that god Grius from my universe, he came here?"

Death smiled and said, "If a child gets beaten up while out in the world, he'll definitely go home to find his parents."

Hawke listened to Death's words and once again met Death's gaze.

next second.

A bright smile appeared on his face.

“I like the scenes where the son is killed to become the father, and the father is killed to become the grandfather.”

"I would also like."

Upon hearing this, Death continued to rest his chin on his hand, smiling as he looked at Hawke: "Perfect timing. That Eternal guy is nowhere to be found. I asked him to create a few gods for me to serve as servants, but I couldn't find him either. Why don't you kill a few and give them to me as a gift?"

Hawke smiled broadly.

"Sure, give the Soul Gem to my friend, and I'll send you a set of celestial beings as your toys?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)