Multiverse.
An abandoned parking lot.
As a ravenous rat scurried past a van, its tiny paw accidentally touched the teleport switch, reactivating the quantum teleportation device that had lain dormant for four years.
The next mont.
Boom!
The back door of the van split open with a crack, and then, as if expelled, a figure crashed against the nearby abandoned vehicle, letting out a painful cry.
"Ow!"
"Clang!"
Following closely behind was Hawk, and at the mont Hawk appeared in this universe, a resonating cry echoed through the air, a na reverberating like the call of a phoenix.
Hawk looked up, his gaze piercing through the parking garage’s barriers, the atmosphere, and the cosmos, finally seeing the appearing sycamore tree, with the Fire Phoenix perching atop it, 5.8 billion light years away.
"One month."
"The Celestial God’s power will be projected here."
"One and a half months."
"It will reach its peak, and at that point, it can break through to the Eighth Sense of Life in this universe."
Feeling no longer the repulsion or wary gazes from the cosmos, Hawk’s thoughts began to race, his heart instantly ablaze with heat.
In one and a half months, his power would peak in this universe, allowing him to break open the gates to the Eighth Sense of Life, thus completing a fundantal transformation.
As Hawk mused on this, Ant-Man Scott, who had been spat out, removed his helt again, rubbing his lower back as he stood up from the ground.
The next second.
He saw Hawk standing in front of him.
Scott paused.
"Hawk, the one dating Wanda?"
"No."
Hawk snapped back, looking at Scott with calm eyes.
"Hiss!"
Scott gasped, then looked at Hawk and the teleportation device inside the van, his eyes rolling with a notion of wanting to shove Hawk back into the Quantum Realm.
Hawk noticed Scott’s expression and chuckled softly.
"Do you want to send back to the Quantum Realm?"
"What..."
Scott snapped back, realizing Hawk’s gaze, and shook his head: "No, I’m not, I didn’t, don’t be ridiculous."
The next instant, with a threefold denial, Scott changed the topic, noticing the quantum watch on Hawk’s wrist, albeit different from his own, but feeling familiar. Then he thought of sothing and looked at Hawk: "Did you plan to co here from the start?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow, glancing at Scott.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because your universe has what I want."
Hawk’s tone was calm.
He hadn’t expected to et Ant-Man from the sa universe as the Bruce Banner in the Quantum Realm.
Originally, Hawk just wanted to find any universe where he could blast open his Eighth Sense of Life.
As it stands.
Since he’s here, he might as well make himself at ho.
Moreover...
A double joy.
If he rembered correctly, the Celestial God Griss who escaped from his universe had co to this one as well.
Just as well.
He could wait until he broke through to the Eighth Sense of Life and then bury the Celestial God Griss.
Hawk initially thought of imdiately seeking out the Celestial God Griss.
But then quickly gave up the idea.
He couldn’t imdiately seek out the Celestial God Griss, after all, he ca to the multiverse to break through to the Eighth Sense of Life.
That’s the priority; if he were to go after the Celestial God Griss first, this universe would pay attention to him and suppress him entirely, just like his own universe.
So...
First the Eighth Sense of Life, then the Celestial God Griss.
Revenge for Buick can start at dawn; Hawk’s revenge waits even ten years.
Steadfastness!
That’s Hawk’s motto.
"This universe has what you want."
Ant-Man Scott listened to Hawk, remained silent for a mont, before his eyes beca a bit wary as he looked at Hawk: "Should I be worried about this?"
Hearing this, Hawk looked at Scott, who had taken a fighting stance in his wariness, and chuckled.
"Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your universe, and what I want isn’t sothing you can understand. So, as long as you don’t provoke , I won’t provoke you."
"...Alright."
Scott gazed into Hawk’s eyes, seeing the calm and composure within, nodded, stopping the topic, and turned his attention to the dark, dusty parking lot: "Where did you take , where are Hope and Hank?"
Hawk didn’t respond.
He had roughly guessed the tiline here.
Ant-Man Scott had spent over four hours in the Quantum Realm, while here five years had passed in the blink of an era.
So...
The universe he’s in really isn’t the 616 movie universe. Is this the real 616 movie universe?
Then what is the number of the universe I ca from?
Hawk thought curiously to himself.
After a mont.
Hawk waited for Scott to gather his things, pulling a camper van as they walked out of the parking lot, then saw the desolate and sowhat ruined-looking street.
Ant-Man Scott looked at the ss, the streets as though post-apocalyptic, filled with shock.
"What the hell happened here?"
"I’m leaving now."
Standing to the side, Hawk said to Ant-Man Scott, "Don’t worry about . I’m not interested in your universe. In at most two months, I’ll be gone from here."
Having said that.
Hawk glanced at the still shocked Ant-Man Scott, without caring whether the latter heard him or not, turned around and instantly disappeared from Scott’s sight.
At that mont.
A child riding a bicycle passed by.
Scott snapped back to reality, stopped the child, and listened to the child’s tale full of shock and confusion.
He hadn’t left for five hours.
But—
He had been gone for a whole five years!
The next mont.
Scott hurriedly ran toward the nearest ’morial for the Vanished’ pulling his camping trailer.
That was built five years ago, after Thanos snapped his fingers, to commorate those who disappeared after the vanishing.
It docunted the nas of all the victims who vanished due to Thanos’ snap.
Soon.
Scott, covered in dust from his journey, arrived here and then, not far away, saw Hawk standing with his hands in his pockets in front of a monunt filled with nas.
Scott was stunned, walked to Hawk’s side, then followed Hawk’s gaze to a na on the monunt.
"Hawk Phoenix."
"Is his last na also Phoenix?"
Hawk stared at the na on the monunt, calmly spoke, and glanced at Scott, who appeared next to him.
Scott shook his head, "I only know your nickna is Mind Warrior; I don’t really know your last na."
Hawk heard this, nodded silently, and pointed to a nearby monunt, "Your na is on that one."
Scott returned to his senses, ran to the nearby monunt, and there, he saw his own na.
"Scott Lang!"
"Whoa."
Scott stared at his glaring na and involuntarily gasped.
The next second.
His entire body suddenly moved, muttering ’Cassie’, his daughter’s na, then quickly searched the surrounding monunts for sothing.
Hawk was also looking for another na.
Anya.
His sister’s na.
Although Hawk knew this was not his universe, he also wanted to know how his sister was doing in this universe.
But unlike Scott, who chose to search one monunt after another.
Hawk directly released his Seventh Sense and instantly scanned all the nas on the monunt.
His sister Anya’s na did not appear, indicating that his sister Anya had not vanished under Thanos’ snap.
Sixth Sense - Visualization!
The power from the Golden Little Cosmos, in an instant, enabled one to easily see events happening in any corner of Earth; at the mont of visualization, one could accurately locate a person.
Quickly.
Hawk’s Sixth Sense quickly passed through Queens and Brooklyn, finally landing at a familiar location in Upper Manhattan.
Palm Street No. 521A.
anwhile...
He also saw, sitting on the couch facing a pile of bills, seeming sowhat at her wits’ end, his sister Anya, who looked five years older than him.
Hawk’s mind moved; he withdrew his Sixth Sense and glanced at Scott, who was still searching for his daughter ’Cassie’s na.
"Stop looking; your daughter Cassie is still alive."
"..."
Scott returned to his senses, looked at Hawk.
Hawk reported an address located in Brooklyn District: "She is over there."
Scott’s spirit was revived.
"That’s my ex-wife’s house."
"No way."
"I need to see my daughter."
Scott said so, turning around to head outside but seed to recall sothing, stopping and looking at Hawk.
"You..."
"Don’t worry about ; once again, I’ll only be here for two months, causing no impact on you. You may consider a traveler from the multiverse."
"Alright, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Hawk calmly said, watching Scott hurryingly pull his trailer and run outside, standing still, looking at his na on the monunt, thinking for a while before closing his eyes.
Next mont.
His figure disappeared like a drop rging into the water, vanishing before the monunt, to reappear standing at the familiar Palm Street No. 521A household entrance.
Hawk gazed through the house walls, focusing on his sister Anya, looking five years older, inside.
Even though he clearly knew the Anya before him wasn’t his real sister.
Yet...
It was also Anya.
His sister.
As Hawk stood at the house’s doorstep, Anya, worrying over a pile of bills, seed to sense sothing, instinctively turned to look at the entrance, feeling sothing, got up from the sofa, and approached the door.
Anya tightly held the doorknob and then slowly opened the door.
Next mont!
Eyes t!
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