As soon as Hawk said this, Professor X’s expression was once again shocked.
But...
Seeing such a shocked expression once or twice might be considered novel, but after seeing it frequently, Hawk wasn’t too impressed anymore.
After all, the Professor X in front of him wasn’t his older version, who always seed gentle at first glance, but the younger version of Professor X.
Hawk looked at the younger version of Professor X before him and smiled slightly: "I am rely lingering between life and death, I’m not dead, Professor X."
These days, he had lost count of how many tis he’d drunk with his old friend phisto, who resurrected in this cosmos.
After all, waiting motionlessly here for the Celestial God Team mbers to take the bait was quite a dull task.
Plus, Hawk wasn’t the kind of person who could sit idle.
Fortunately, phisto was here too, so for the most part, Hawk was drinking freely in a little tavern in Hell with phisto.
However, his attention was divided into three parts: one part for drinking, one for listening to external sounds, and one for sensing the movents of the Celestial God Team mbers.
After retracing his path, he began sensing the Celestial God Team mbers.
Too bad!
The Celestial God Team mber who had modified Icarus and sent him to duel with himself at point-blank range probably fled as soon as Icarus died.
Because Hawk could distinctly perceive that the aura of that Celestial God Team mber was not only not growing stronger but was continually weakening.
Clearly, he had run away.
But there was also a strong possibility of playing military strategy, like a diversionary tactic or sothing.
So Hawk didn’t wake up imdiately, choosing instead to stay here and play military strategy similarly, hoping that the Celestial God Team mber planning a sneaky strategy would walk right into his trap.
The result—
He overthought it.
Military strategy?
The western barbarians understand nothing about military strategy. That guy, after seeing Icarus, whom he had upgraded at the cosmos’s limit, die, feared losing his life to Hawk just like his brothers did, so he quickly fled.
But can he escape?
I have already morized your aura.
Buddy!
You take one step, I’ll take another, you’d better run far away and hide well, then wait for to find you, and I’ll rip your head off to make a chamber pot!
"So do you want to bypass those people who asked you to plead, or do you want to forgive most of the lives on this planet?"
After jotting down the runaway Celestial God Team mber in his little notebook, Hawk casually led Professor X to the little tavern in Hell, speaking calmly before smiling at Professor X: "You can only choose one, Professor X; you can’t have both the fish and the bear paw."
Professor X frowned, once again expressing his perspective.
"Killing solves nothing."
"Indeed."
Hawk agreed sincerely, nodding at Professor X’s viewpoint, then pivoted his argunt: "But solving a problem entails tracing it back to its root cause. Every problem arises because of the person who poses the problem, so eliminating the person who posed the problem is equal to resolving that problem."
Professor X observed the smile on Hawk’s face, yet hearing the infinite chill in Hawk’s calm words, he couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, with a wry smile appearing on his face: "But you’ll have to leave eventually, and once you leave, humanity will only bla the mutants for everything. At that point, the conflict between humans and mutants will escalate."
This was his fundantal concern.
Respect is temporary.
Fear is not, but it relies on the continual presence of the person establishing that fear.
If Hawk stayed here indefinitely, then perhaps after this, Washington would at least not dare to target mutants again.
But Hawk couldn’t stay here forever.
And once Hawk left, the deterrence would vanish, and there would always be a small group of people who would once again exploit mutants for their political gain, ushering in yet another cycle.
Only decisions made voluntarily by humanity are stable.
This is why Professor X was so determined to have humanity legislate the mutant peace act themselves.
Though this act might just be a worthless piece of paper, it’s at least a step forward.
"I will provide after-sales guarantee for you."
"What?"
"Old Mo!"
"Allow to introduce."
Hawk, seeing the flabbergasted expression on Professor X’s face due to phisto’s arrival, smiled and introduced: "phisto, the Lord of Hell from this cosmos of yours, um... Earth, and he is my after-sales guarantee."
Professor X looked at phisto, who appeared with a British Beatles style, and then listened to Hawk’s words, instinctively glancing at Hawk.
"I don’t understand."
"I will leave, but my friend phisto will not."
Hawk smiled slightly: "After I leave, if soone in Washington tries to incite opposition between humans and mutants, then the Hell Demon will appear to take their souls."
If soone agitates against mutants in the morning, their soul would be taken back to Hell by the Hell Demon that sa night.
"How about it?"
After simply explaining his after-sales guarantee to Professor X, Hawk crossed his arms and propped his chin, looking at Professor X: "As I said, I cannot solve the problem, but I can solve the person posing that problem. Any soul daring to incite opposition between humans and mutants will be reaped by the Hell Demon, and my friend phisto will provide this support."
Sitting beside Hawk, elegantly sipping his bourbon, phisto smiled as he replied to Professor X’s gaze: "Yes, I will provide indefinite technical support for my friend."
Hawk then looked at Professor X.
"So, Professor, do you have any other questions?"
"..."
Professor X remained silent.
Hawk’s words had reached this point; what more could he say?
It’s just——
"Life shouldn’t be like this..."
"There’s a saying in the Eastern Country: When King Yama wants you dead by the third watch, who dares keep you alive till the fifth?"
Hawk directly interrupted Professor X: "Here, Old Mo is King Yama, any life daring to incite conflict between Mutants and humans will be imdiately marked, and the Hell Demon will visit, but others will stay fine, so, you should leave, Professor X!"
Professor X said no more.
He looked at the calm expression on Hawk’s face, knowing this was the final decision, no one and nothing could ever make Hawk change this decision again.
So——
Professor X was silent for a while, then turned and left the small pub in Hell without a word.
Hawk watched the back of Professor X as he left the pub, smiling as he raised his glass and drank it all in one go.
After Professor X had completely left, phisto also withdrew his gaze, looking to Hawk.
"He’s a saint."
"No, he’s just a kind person."
Hawk shook his head and laughed at phisto’s words: "At first, I thought he was biased, but in fact, he’s always stood on the side of maintaining order."
Justice and order are one thing.
Maintaining order is another thing entirely.
Simply put, Professor X got used to the Federation, so, as far as possible within the Federal system, he used his abilities to maintain order.
This often led to Professor X taking a stand from humanity’s perspective to oppose the Mutants.
Hawk had thought so too.
But when he heard Professor X praise the so-called Mahatma Gandhi as a hero, he understood.
"I thought you’d kill him."
"An easy thing, but unnecessary."
Having walked the road once more, Hawk, whose foundation couldn’t be said to be very firm, only as solid as 24K concrete, could solve the current Professor X with just a look.
Only——
Keeping Professor X was far better than killing him.
Hawk thought to himself, then looked to phisto: "I should go back."
Indeed, it was ti to go back.
After all, this was not his ho.
Upon hearing this, phisto paused his wine-pouring motion, then resud, filling Hawk’s cup before picking up his own, eting Hawk’s eyes with a sincere expression: "Congratulations, safe travels."
But through phisto’s sincere expression, Hawk saw a hint of relief, and smiled slightly: "With gone, you’re relieved, aren’t you?"
phisto didn’t deny it: "Of course, with you gone, I’m the only powerhouse here."
Hawk laughed heartily.
"Old Mo, if you were as sincere in this Cosmos, we could have been real friends."
"It’s not too late now, is it?"
phisto clinked his glass with Hawk, eting his gaze: "You’re always welco here, no matter when you co, there will be fine wine waiting for you."
Hawk smiled slightly.
"Thank you."
"You’re welco."
They looked into each other’s eyes.
After they both drained their cups, they stood up and took a deep breath.
"Farewell, Lord phisto of the Hell Dinsion."
"Farewell, Main God Phoenix of the Phoenix Star System."
"Clang!"
The cry of the Phoenix appeared, and the dazzling Fire Phoenix suddenly manifested above Earth’s sky. At the mont its wings spread, the whole day was eclipsed, as if the entire sky was engulfed in flas.
Jean, who was at Palm Street No. 521A’s backyard at that mont, felt a sudden movent in her heart. She looked up at the Phoenix projection that covered the sky and instinctively extended her hands.
Before her eyes.
The Phoenix Power began to gather in her palms.
"This is..."
"Dad’s Phoenix Power."
Jean was at first stunned, then realized, her eyes brightened, and her gaze fell swiftly on her dad, Hawk, ditating under the wutong tree before her.
The Phoenix Fire suddenly ignited beneath Hawk, and in just an instant, it enveloped all around him.
In the blink of an eye.
Hawk was bathed in Phoenix Fire.
Jean heard the commotion from behind, turning to see Wanda coming out from the living room.
"Mom, Dad he..."
"Yes."
"Phoenix Undying, just Nirvana!"
"..."
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