Again.
Once at the gambling table, having placed one’s own stakes, the only thought is to seize all the failures of others.
So!
Once you’ve sat down at the table, there’s never a reason to surrender and lose half.
No winner would ever do that.
Hawk is no different.
Thus, after he won this gamble, faced with the pleas of the universe’s origin, he didn’t let it go like he did with the Mutant Cosmos origin, but instead crushed this pleading yet hopeful universe origin directly.
"With , there has never been a ’surrender and lose half’ since ancient tis."
"Die!"
After crushing the universe origin, Hawk then closed his eyes, reversing the ti of Earth while refining this universe with the Phoenix Fire.
However, this mont is different from when the Mutant Cosmos stood again after its fall; this ti, he only reversed the ti of Earth.
After all, since Tiam here didn’t choose to erge, Hawk respects Tiam’s choice.
In an instant.
Ti flowed backward at that mont.
The scene also rewound at that mont.
At this mont, Earth seed like a videotape being rewound, as ti frantically went backward, and the scene rewound frantically.
In just the blink of an eye.
Captain Arica Steve was already in tears, his face covered with tears.
Natasha also had tears in her eyes, watching the scenes rewinding before her.
"It’s back."
"Everything is back."
"Everything that once was has returned."
As everyone knows.
The past cannot be changed, and what has happened is destined to happen.
But there is another saying.
"New emperor, new officials."
When the origin of the 616 Cosmos retired, and Hawk’s Phoenix Cosmos took over, it ant a new tiline was born.
And on this new tiline, Hawk had the final say.
Of course.
Reversing the ti on Earth is simple, but bringing back those souls who have already passed away on the tiline is not up to him alone.
Because the souls that have already died now belong to phisto.
Fortunately!
Hawk can still coerce phisto with Death.
But phisto’s face appeared sowhat unpleasant.
"Phoenix, your eating habits are terribly ugly."
"Am I?"
Hawk looked at phisto, who appeared in front of him with anger, and said with a smile: "It’s just a few souls, is it really that serious?"
phisto laughed.
"A few?"
"You’ve taken all the souls I gathered over these years, and do you think my place is a market where you can pick and choose?"
To put it this way.
Hawk indeed reversed the ti on Earth, but resurrecting those who died over the years was selective.
Yellow and white, not even a second thought.
Brown and black, not even a second thought either.
When asked, it’s his universe, he makes the rules.
Similarly.
At this mont, the mbers of the Avenger, after the excitent, looked at the lives erging through the ti retrospection and realized that sothing seed to be missing among these erging lives.
But they just looked at each other and didn’t dare to speak up.
Only phisto had the courage, after all, he was the greatest victim here.
In the past, phisto didn’t think his Hell Dinsion was particularly dark, but after Hawk’s operation, phisto finally realized that his Hell, at a glance, was nothing but black.
It’s just that...
Besides furious impotence, phisto didn’t have a better solution but to watch Hawk, who was smiling, extend his right hand before him.
"You completed your task, and as agreed, give back my souls."
"Sorry."
Hawk shook his head with a smile.
phisto widened his eyes, looking at Hawk, who shook his head in refusal: "You intend to renege? Dammit, you swore before Death, give back my souls, it’s the agreent."
Hawk acknowledged: "I know, I just thought after returning your souls, you’d have to give them to again, it’s troubleso, so let’s skip those pointless steps."
phisto was utterly dumbfounded.
"Why would I have to give you back my souls?"
"It’s simple, because I owe phisto a favor."
"You owe ..."
phisto instinctively said, and then realized Hawk was not referring to him.
Hawk shrugged.
He was talking about the phisto from Mutant Cosmos, Old Mo.
After all, he turned his Goddess of Death into Old Mo’s superior, and Old Mo felt unhappy, saying Hawk tricked him. At the ti, Hawk assured Old Mo that he would give him a universe soday.
It was a trick back then, but now, the opportunity has co.
The current phisto listened to Hawk’s simple explanation, his eyes widened, feeling countless wild horses running across his heart.
"I... helped you, and then, you actually want to kick out, letting your phisto take over everything I have?"
"Is that what you an?"
phisto looked at Hawk in disbelief.
Hawk touched his chin and nodded.
"That’s pretty much what I an."
"Hiss!"
phisto looked at the affirmative Hawk, took a sharp breath, and then, with a dazed expression, pointed at himself and asked, "What about ? Where do I go?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Don’t worry. Undeniably, you were useful this ti, and I’ve already arranged a position for you."
"What?"
"The Ferryman of the Nether River."
Hawk smiled at phisto, "How about it? Not a bad position, right? It’s a promotion for you."
This was not mockery, but the truth.
With his Goddess of Death, Anna, now in position, the functions of the Nether Prison are gradually being perfected.
Simply put.
Before Hawk had the Goddess of Death, any soul could potentially end up in the Nether Prison after death.
But this was not right.
Just as ordinary souls couldn’t even et Death, the current Nether Prison now only accepts divine-level souls.
Of course.
Souls killed by Hawk’s appointnt can still enter under Hawk’s blessing.
But the level of the Nether Prison speaks for itself.
The Nether Prison is not a hell for mortals, but a hell for divine spirits.
So——
Having phisto, who watches over the mortal hell, to watch over the divine Nether Prison as a ferryman seems like a step down from being a ruler, but it is indeed a promotion.
After all, in managent, the Ferryman of the Nether River connects all the hell dinsions leading to the Nether Prison, allowing the ferryman to move freely between the two.
phisto understood this as well.
So after Hawk revealed his arrangent, phisto’s previously dazed gaze began to turn thoughtful.
After a while.
phisto took a deep breath and looked at Hawk.
"Does Death know?"
"She knows."
Hawk nodded.
This was also not a lie; when he swore in Death’s na, she already sensed it, and they t when he refined this universe.
Death gladly approved of Hawk’s actions in poaching from her domain.
Because, for Death, exchanging a dispensable subordinate for Hawk’s favor was an extrely worthwhile deal.
As for how Death intended to make Hawk repay her favor, she didn’t say, but invited Hawk to visit her world for a chat after he’s done with his commitnts.
Hawk thought of the strange smile on Death’s face when she left and couldn’t help but feel uneasy, as if he was digging a pit for his future self.
Whatever.
As always, future Hawk can worry about future problems.
phisto watched Hawk’s nod, and his mix of anger and stupor vanished, replaced by a helpless smile directed at Hawk.
"Can I refuse?"
"No."
Hawk shook his head decisively, "My Netherworld lacks a ferryman, and you’re the best choice."
phisto chuckled, then looked at Hawk, sighed, and knelt on one knee before him.
"Ferryman of the Nether River, phisto, pays respects to the Main God!"
"I was wrong."
Hawk looked at the now sensible phisto, and his smile brightened, "You’re much more sensible than the Old Mo I know. Unlike my Old Mo, taming him took quite a bit of my ti training."
Even so, he still felt his phisto remained rebellious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically assigned Anna to watch over him.
However, those things are no longer important.
The important thing is!
"This matter is settled!"
"We should go."
Returning to Earth, Hawk left the main space-ti with Wanda and returned to the alternate space-ti. After settling things there, he took a deep breath and looked at Wanda, who stood beside him.
Wanda nodded upon hearing this.
"It’s ti to go back; you should bring Gwen ho."
"Yes."
Hawk nodded unconsciously, then seed to rember sothing, looked at Wanda beside him, pondered, and couldn’t help but ask, "So, Wanda and Gwen, are they the sa person, or different people?"
Wanda gave a slight smile.
"Does it matter? Haven’t you already decided to be a jerk?"
"True."
Hawk laughed aloud at this and then shook his head once more, "After holding on for so long, I didn’t expect to ss up at the last mont."
Wanda rolled her eyes at Hawk.
"You’re secretly pleased, aren’t you?"
"Haha!"
Exposed by Wanda, Hawk laughed heartily, no longer entangled by the question, he wrapped his arm around Wanda’s waist, looked up at the sky.
"Let’s go!"
"Bring Gwen ho!"
"..."
Endnote!
Thanks to the readers for their unwavering support.
In short——
This is the last book from this account.
If fate allows.
We’ll et again in the rivers and lakes.
By then——
We’ll et as strangers amidst old friends!
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