Marvel: Awakening the Universe

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Chapter 2 Lightning Thompson and Nerd Parker

A thousand days.

Two years, nine months, and five days.

After completing today's task, Hawke, who was taking a shower in the gymnasium shower room, once again called out the plug-in interface that was visible only to himself. Looking at the progress bar that showed that he was only one day away from completing the merit and activating the "Microcosm Cultivation", he still felt like he was dreaming.

after all……

Punching ten thousand times a day, continuously for a thousand days, is easy to say but difficult to do.

Sometimes Hawke didn't know how he managed to hold on.

Maybe it’s because he is a person who never gives up?

Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that this is the Marvel Universe.

Hawke didn't know either.

but……

One thing is for sure.

"one day."

"Just one day."

Once today is over, he can activate the plug-in tomorrow.

"Small universe practice..."

“I don’t know if it’s what I have in mind.”

Hawke thought to himself.

In his memory, there was only one thing that could be connected with "microcosmic cultivation".

If that's what he really thought.

that……

The future is expected!

According to the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, everything is made up of atoms, and there is also a miniature universe inside the human body.

That is the microcosm!

To cultivate the microcosm is to successfully activate the microcosm hidden in one's body by constantly stimulating the energy of one's own life, to improve one's microcosm through continuous practice, and then to gain combat power that transcends the laws of physics by burning one's microcosm.

Hawke remembered that there was an anime in his previous life that described the universe.

The name of that anime is——

Saint Seiya!

A bronze saint who controls the first five senses and touches the sixth sense.

A Silver Saint who has mastered the sixth sense and touched the seventh sense.

There are also Gold Saints who have comprehended and thoroughly mastered the Seventh Sense.

But above the seventh sense, there is the eighth sense, and even the ninth sense...

Hawke recalled the fragmentary images of the Saint Seiya movie from his previous life.

next second.

Hawke came back to his senses, seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

He is not even sure whether the small universe he is plugging in is the one in his memory, so why think so much?

and……

He had no intention of punching Odin or kicking Zeus.

The most important thing.

It has been seventeen years since he traveled to this world. Even before he was fifteen, before the plug-ins were online, he had already prepared himself mentally to face this bloody world without plug-ins.

and so……

“Attitude is very important.”

"The greater the expectations now, the greater the disappointment will be if they are not met at the time."

Hawke thought so, brushed away the distracting thoughts in his mind, wrung out the washed T-shirt in his hands, and placed it in a plastic bag beside him together with the freshly washed pants. Then he wrapped himself in a bath towel, wiped his hair with the towel, and pushed open the door of the compartment.

Boom!

The door of the shower room was pushed open, and then a thin-looking figure seemed to be pushed in from outside.

The thin figure stumbled a few steps, then fell to his butt and sat on the tile floor of the shower room.

"This is……"

"Peter?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows as he watched the first generation spider spirit being pushed in from outside and falling to the ground.

Peter also saw Hawke coming out of the shower room at this moment.

He looked a little embarrassed.

Just as he was about to say hello to Hawke, who was in the same grade as him but he had never interacted with, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.

Then, Flash Thompson, nicknamed "Lightning" and also known as the "Midtown Bully", a tall and strong man, and the captain of the school football team, walked in from outside with a football in his arms and his three followers smiling.

next second.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Hawke, who had just come out of the cubicle, was wiping his wet hair with one hand, wringing a plastic bag of washed clothes with the other, and had his lower body wrapped in a bath towel. After Flash Thompson came in, he set his eyes on Flash Thompson.

Flash Thompson was a tall and strong man.

Hawke is not bad either.

Hawke has been exercising continuously for 999 days, throwing 10,000 punches every day, and he has a body of strong muscles.

And this is different from the muscles that are built in gyms outside through technology and tough talk.

The lines of his arms are full of strength, not exaggerated, but refined with explosive power.

The towel was tied around her waist, creating a shallow indentation above her hipbones, which only served to emphasize her narrowness. Her abdominal muscles were clearly visible, their eight muscles neatly arranged like a carefully crafted suit of armor.

A few glances at each other.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Well known.

In American schools, there is a very clear chain of contempt, or bullying.

Logically speaking, Hawke, who started out as an orphan without a father or a mother, would have been bullied simply because of his family background.

Unfortunately not.

It wasn't that he had dealt with the school bullies before, so the school bullies knew that he was not to be messed with.

The reason why the school bullies didn't bother him was simple.

after all……

Whether it was his appearance or his figure, Hawke would never be associated with the word "easy to bully".

Of course.

In the past three years, the school bullies have never bothered him, so he naturally has no intention of standing up for others.

No one is anyone's savior.

This time too.

Hawke withdrew his gaze, took out a clean T-shirt and pants from the backpack on the lounge chair and put them on again. Then he put the plastic bag into the backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and walked towards Fresh Thompson who was standing at the door of the shower room.

Fresh Thompson frowned and looked at Hawke who walked up to him.

He knew Hawke.

After all, it would be difficult for him not to recognize someone who has been doing 10,000 punches in the corner of the gym every day for more than two years.

But if you say it's familiar, then it's not at all.

Because Hawke never participates in various gatherings or even parties. Although he can be seen at school every day, Hawke seems to be living alone in a parallel world.

Flash Thompson looked at Hawke who had stopped in front of him.

"Huo..."

"Please give way."

"..."

Flash Thompson subconsciously moved aside. The three followers behind him wanted to say something, but the moment they met Hawke's blue eyes that seemed to care nothing about anything, they obeyed the call of their hearts and moved aside.

"Thank you."

Hawke looked at Flash Thompson who had made way, said thank you calmly, and then left the shower room on his own.

Flash Thompson looked at Hawke's disappearing back, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

at this time.

The three followers exclaimed in surprise.

"Thick and greasy Xie Te."

"Boss, Peter ran away."

"what?"

Flash Thompson came back to his senses and looked at Peter Parker who ran out after Hawke while he was not paying attention. He immediately reacted and roared.

"Follow."

"Nerdy Parker, stop right there."

"..."

Chapter 3 Tonight, the universe will shine for him

After Hawke left the old gymnasium, he headed towards the parking lot.

He had no idea what was happening behind him.

However, even if he knew, he would not care.

Although Spider-Man is known as the number one IP character in American comics, to be honest, Hawke and Peter are not familiar with each other.

Even though he is in the same grade as Peter.

By the time Hawke arrived at the parking lot with his shoulder bag, the door of the last orange school bus had already opened.

A bearded driver in school uniform was hunched over the steering wheel, fiddling with a portable radio, looking bored.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hall." Hawke got in the car and greeted politely: "Any special news today?"

Mr. Hall, with his big beard, looked extremely fierce.

But Mr. Hall is not actually vicious.

Quite the opposite.

He is a good man.

"It's still the news about the Quantico building collapse. It's said to be a terrorist attack." Mr. Hall, who was fiddling with his radio, looked at Hawke as he got into the car, checked the time on his watch, and said, "Hawk, you're two minutes later today than yesterday."

Hawke shrugged.

"Sorry, I was delayed in taking a shower today."

"Luckily I know you take my car home every day, otherwise I would have driven to the school gate. Sit tight, let's go."