Marvel: Awakening the Universe

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Author: Mi Yike

Summary:

Take a year off, clean up your act and start over!!!

This is a story about Ben Hawke.

Phoenix!

Holy garment!

Infinite gems!

All of these are there, and it all starts with Hawke awakening his microcosm!

Chapter 1: Cultivating the Microcosm in the Marvel Universe

Marvel Universe.

2012 6 Month 15 Day.

Friday.

New York City, Midtown High School.

Seventeen-year-old Hawke is sweating profusely in the old gymnasium.

"Oh!"

"Boom, bang, bang!"

One after another, strong impact sounds continued to ring out. As Hawk kept hitting the black sandbag hanging in the air, the iron chain hanging the sandbag also made a harsh sound the moment the black sandbag was raised.

Hawke's hair was already soaked with sweat.

Sweat slid down his high cheekbones, flowed over his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the collar of his old T-shirt, which had also been soaked with sweat.

But Hawke's eyes never left the sandbag.

No distractions.

At this moment, the sandbag in front of him is his entire world.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-one!"

"Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-two!"

"..."

Hawke adjusted his pace, muttering to himself as he dodged the impact of the sandbag's swinging back. Without any pause, he unleashed left hooks, right hooks... Each punch hit the sandbag hard. The sandbag shook violently under his stormy attack, and the leather on the surface of the sandbag looked even more worn and torn from the repeated impacts.

Punch.

Hold your fist.

Punch again.

As Hawk threw punch after punch, his movements seemed to be getting faster and faster.

faster and faster.

until……

"Ten thousand!"

"Oh!"

The fire in the depths of Hawk's eyes suddenly swelled up at this moment. The fist that had just been retracted shot out like lightning, and like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, it accurately hit the sandbag that had just fallen. The sandbag suddenly caved in backwards, making a painful muffled sound. The chain connecting the sandbag finally couldn't hold on and broke directly.

The sandbag, freed from the chains, flew backwards, wailing in the air before hitting the ground heavily with a loud bang.

"boom!"

"call!"

With the completion of today's ten thousand punches, Hawk looked at the sandbag that had fallen to the ground and torn into pieces, and then he exhaled the breath that he had been holding in until now. His chest rose and fell slightly as he steadied his breathing.

Sweat streamed down his face, pooling at the tip of his chin before dripping down the legs of his cheap sweatpants.

Of course.

Cheap is relative.

To others, these twelve-dollar pants might seem cheap, or even very cheap.

But that's not the case for Hawke.

after all……

He is an orphan in this life, and an orphan who traveled through time and space and was reborn into the Marvel Universe.

If he had not achieved excellent academic performance in this life and received a scholarship to Central City University, let's put it this way, the tuition fees of tens of thousands of dollars per semester alone would have been something he could never afford.

But even though Hawke received the scholarship, he still lived frugally.

This is not because he has a good habit of saving money, but because although he received a scholarship from the school, it was not the highest level.

At least not like Gwen Stacy, the student assistant in the same grade.

Gwen Stacy received the highest scholarship.

Not only is studying free, the school even provides a sum of money every semester, not to mention the various knowledge competitions with extremely generous prizes.

Hawke's scholarship is the most common kind, which is a scholarship that waives tuition fees.

After all, his grades can only be considered excellent, not very excellent.

But Hawke was also satisfied with this.

Midtown High School waived his tuition and provided a monthly subsidy of US$800 to federal orphans like him who had no foster family and were between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, a period known as the "transition to independence" period.

And because he was admitted to Midtown High School, an elite school in New York State, the state of New York also provides him with a subsidy of $500 per month.

By this calculation, he can earn $1,300 a month.

That might not be enough for an adult living in New York City, but it's enough for Hawke, who still receives federal orphan aid and attends school tuition-free.

Even more than enough.

After all, he ate at school and slept in a federal welfare cheap apartment.

With a monthly subsidy of 1,300 US dollars, minus the 500 US dollars required to maintain basic living expenses, he can still save 800 US dollars every month.

what?

Five hundred is not enough?

Again.

Maybe not enough for an adult, but enough for Hawke.

He would complete his daily "10,000 punches a day" routine at the gym every afternoon, then wash his clothes after taking a shower there, and then take the last free school bus home, sleep there, and then take the earliest school bus to school the next day.

He doesn't even have money to pay for water and electricity, let alone phone or internet bills.

He is an orphan.

If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry.

Who could he call, and who would call him?

As for the internet fee?

Ha ha.

He doesn't even have a computer. Anyway, when he needs to use the Internet, there are public computers in the school library, and even printing is free.

and so……

Although he was reborn as an orphan in this life, Hawke felt that he was doing well.

He can save $800 every month, and can even go to an equally cheap fried chicken restaurant every now and then and order a big bowl of fried chicken to replenish his energy.

So far, he has saved more than 30,000 US dollars.

Delicious.

Of course.

It would be better if there were fewer black people in fried chicken restaurants.

after awhile.

Hawke stood there with his eyes slightly closed. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sandbag that fell to the ground in front of him, seeming to be in a trance.

Because he was not looking at the sandbag, but at a prompt box that appeared in front of him.

To be precise, he was the one who died.

"Small universe practice!" 』

Current status: Inactive

Activation Condition: "Throw your fist 10,000 times for 1,000 consecutive days"

『Activation progress: "999/1000"』

"almost!"

"almost."

“It can be activated tomorrow.”

Hawke looked at the activation progress displayed in the prompt box in front of him that only he could see, and his heart warmed. He wished that time could teleport directly to tomorrow.

This cheat was launched when he was fifteen years old in this life.

To be precise, it was launched on September 10, 2009.

He remembered it very clearly.

Because that day happened to be the day when Hulk and Abomination fought in New York City.

So he did not slack off at all.

Come and practice now!

no way.

Who made him travel to the Marvel Universe where "superheroes are everywhere, extraordinary beings are worse than dogs, and cosmic gods are everywhere"?

I didn’t hang up before, I just lay down.

But now that you are dead, why are you still lying down?

Then it would be a waste of time.

and so……

Since the day the plug-in was launched, Hawk has maintained the habit of punching ten thousand times every day.

A day at least.

Rain or shine.

Untouchable.

In short, just one sentence.

You don’t have to eat.

Boxing must be practiced.

Today it is today.