"Wen, you didn’t see my sister’s expression."
"She looks like she can’t believe I found her a sister-in-law."
"That look..."
"Oh boy."
"She thought her brother had been having a tough ti these past four years."
"It’s a sha she can’t return to reality yet, and you can’t et her for now. But let tell you, my sister is really beautiful now."
Back in New York City, Hawk imdiately found his fiancée Gwen, who had just gotten up and was taking clothes out of the dryer to fold, and shared his joy of resurrecting his sister.
Uh...
Halfway there.
At least until he materializes his Little Cosmos or clones a body for his sister, Anya can’t be truly resurrected.
But that’s not important.
Anyway, he can now sink his mind into his Netherworld at any ti and et his sister Anya, who is currently living in the Pure Land.
Although the Reality Gemstone has already been used by Hawk to realize his current power, he can’t use it for other things anymore.
But since the Netherworld is also a part of his Little Cosmos, he can still make modifications to the Netherworld Pure Land with ease.
In short, one sentence.
Hawk is very happy.
Extrely happy.
Gwen sat on the sofa, propping her head up with one hand, smiling as she listened to the happily chattering Hawk, who pulled her aside just after getting ho to share his excitent.
She didn’t interrupt Hawk but quietly listened to him share his joy with her.
However...
Gwen looked at the smiling Hawk, who said he hadn’t had a hard ti these past four years, and recalled bits and pieces about Hawk since the ninth grade.
Was it not hard?
Never mind.
As long as he’s happy.
Just as the mories ca flooding back, Gwen smiled internally, brushed away the stray thoughts in her mind, and then interrupted Hawk with a smile, "Is your sister prettier, or am I prettier?"
It seed like Hawk had endless things to say, but as soon as Gwen asked this question, he instantly beca silent.
He froze for a mont, looking at his fiancée, who was smiling and propping her head up.
Gwen bead brightly.
Hawk looked helpless.
"Wen, I’m sharing my happiness with you."
"I know."
Gwen got up from the sofa, held Hawk’s head, gave him a kiss, and then seriously said, "You’re aweso, but you’ll be the best once you truly resurrect Anya. So how about this: I’ll continue upstairs to fold laundry, and you keep working hard to resurrect Anya soon. When she sees , she’ll believe I’m the real sister-in-law."
Hawk blinked, t Gwen’s gaze, and thoughtfully nodded.
"You’re right."
"Good boy, I’m going to fold clothes now."
Gwen smiled again, then walked lightly and barefoot toward the stairs, soon disappearing from the first floor of the house.
Hawk sat on the sofa, staring off into space where Gwen had been until she disappeared from view, and he ca back to his senses.
He thought Gwen was right.
Sister Anya wasn’t truly resurrected yet.
So...
There’s no rush to be happy until Anya is truly resurrected. Then, he can throw a grand party and invite everyone he knows to happily introduce his sister Anya to everyone.
Hawk thought to himself, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed Nine Hydra Anna’s number.
Cloning, huh.
That’s illegal, so finding Hydra is definitely right.
After all, Hydra itself is a synonym for illegal.
After a while.
Hawk put down his phone, seeing the call not going through.
What’s going on.
No one is answering?
That shouldn’t be, maybe she’s on vacation?
Right.
The Christmas holidays aren’t over yet, forget it, find soone else.
Hawk rembered soone he could definitely reach during the holidays, then found his S.H.I.E.L.D. friend Sharon’s number and dialed it.
It’s okay if the Hydra call doesn’t go through.
There’s still S.H.I.E.L.D, right?
As the saying goes, snakes and shields are inseparable, they’re one and the sa. If Hydra knows where cloning is happening, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a fifty percent chance of knowing too.
Soon.
The call connected.
Sharon’s enthusiastic voice imdiately ca through the phone into Hawk’s ear.
"Hawk, you’re back?"
"I’m back in New York City."
"That fast, so phisto..."
"He’s not dead."
Hawk chuckled and shook his head, "He’s the ruler of the Hell Dinsion, in the Hell Dinsion he’s an immortal being."
Even Odin and Eternal couldn’t deal with phisto, at most they could just beat him up.
Is he stronger than Odin and Eternal?
Not possible.
There’s only one way to kill phisto: cut off the energy source of the Hell Dinsion so that no souls ever enter again, only then can you tire him out in the Hell Dinsion.
But that takes too long.
That’s also why Odin and Eternal chose to give up.
Sa reason Hawk made that choice.
No choice.
phisto’s like an annoying sticker; he bothers you when you look at him, but when you try to do sothing about him, you find he’s even more annoying.
The best way is out of sight, out of mind.
Or spend your precious ti playing ti-wasting gas with phisto, but that’s extrely unwise.
However...
Just because it doesn’t work now doesn’t an it won’t work later.
When he manifests the Little Cosmos in the future, and the Netherworld has a large number of Specters, the first thing to do is to erase phisto from the Cosmos, like a sticky plaster.
Trying to threaten , are you?
Hawk’s thoughts were swirling, and after a casual chat with Sharon, he shifted the conversation back to the main issue at hand.
"By the way, does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any research on cloning technology?"
"Cloning?"
Upon hearing this, Sharon instinctively replied, "Hawk, cloning is strictly prohibited by the Five Great Virtuous n, any cloning experint is illegal."
Hawk nodded.
"I know, so... is there any?"
"I’ll need to report this."
"Thanks."
"You’re welco, just buy afternoon tea the next ti I return to New York City."
"Sure."
Hawk chuckled and replied, "Are you coming back today?"
Sharon took a deep breath, looking at the newly purchased ticket for a motorcycle stunt show: "No, I’m in Texas to watch a stunt show. I absolutely must see a stunt show before I go back, otherwise it would feel like I didn’t even take a holiday."
Hawk shrugged.
"Alright then, just call when you’re back in New York City, I’ll treat you to afternoon tea."
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely remind you."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Hawk smiled and hung up the phone with Sharon, then he took a glance around before rising from the sofa.
He planned to go to the study and search online for information related to cloning.
After all, if Marvel is known for anything, it’s having plenty of scientists.
Especially all kinds of freelance scientists, who are a di a dozen, and if S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t have anything, he could sponsor a rogue scientist to slowly research it.
He didn’t believe that researching cloning technology in Marvel would be harder than what Tony Stark was working on with his Nanoter Battle Armor.
Of course.
Even if the rogue scientist fails, he can accept as long as the scientist isn’t just using PowerPoint to spin tales for him.
But if that rogue scientist is using PowerPoint to spin tales...
Hehe.
I’ll show you what it ans to wish for death over living.
Rember, his Netherworld doesn’t just have the Ultimate Bliss and Earth, it also has the terrifying Eight Great Purgatories.
As Hawk contemplated, he opened a computer and clicked on a profile claiming to be a scientist researching cloned cows.
A few days later.
In the morning.
At dawn, Hawk was practically dragged into a car by Gwen, who had invited him.
After helping the still-groggy Hawk buckle his seatbelt, Gwen floored the accelerator and drove her Toyota Corolla towards City Hall.
Today is the first day after the Christmas holiday, and simultaneously the first working day for City Hall, as well as Hawk’s appointnt to change his surna.
Gwen glanced at Hawk, who seed not quite fully awake, curiously: "That’s strange, it was only three tis yesterday, but now you’re out of it?"
Hawk’s eyes were unfocused, yet upon hearing Gwen’s comnt, he quickly regained clarity, earnestly looking at Gwen.
"I’m strong, thanks."
"Then you..."
"It has nothing to do with sleep."
Hawk leaned back on the seat, rubbing his engorged forehead, a result of perceiving the Seventh Sense.
Indeed.
He had already found the door to the Seventh Sense.
Maybe it was because he finally rescued his sister from the Hell Dinsion, allowing his thoughts to clear.
After all, rescuing his sister was his core motivation for punching ten thousand punches a day for a thousand days.
It even beca an obsession.
And when his sister was rescued from the Hell Dinsion, the obsession has faded, suddenly giving him a feeling of seeing the sun through the clouds.
It was at that mont that Hawk discovered the door to the Seventh Sense.
But...
Seeing it is one thing, but being able to touch it is a different matter.
Forget it.
Why bother! Just use the Mind Gemstone to cheat.
Feeling the strained forehead from these days of contemplating the Seventh Sense, Hawk decisively gave up on the path of self-learning.
After all, using the Mind Gemstone is just as effective. It’s not as if using the Mind Gemstone to understand the Seventh Sense makes it any less his Seventh Sense.
That’s impossible.
Instantly, Hawk released the obsession to achieve on his own and returned to his full energy, spirit, and body.
An hour later.
Hawk and Gwen exited City Hall behind them.
The surna change was completed, and from today onwards, his real na would be Hawk Phoenix.
But Gwen was the happiest.
After all, being able to choose one’s marital surna freely before marriage was probably only possible for Gwen in all of New York City.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Of course."
Gwen’s happiness was undisguised, she smiled at Hawk beside her: "Mr. Phoenix."
Hawk chuckled.
"Let’s go ho, future Madam Phoenix."
"Alright, Mr. Phoenix!"
Gwen’s eyes curled into crescents.
The next mont.
As she was about to take Hawk’s arm to leave, the phone rang.
It was Mary.
Gwen answered.
"Hello, Mary..."
"Jesus God, Gwen, Peter is missing!"
"..."
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