Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Upon hearing Hawke's words, Professor X's expression turned shocked once again.

but……

Hawke found that shocked expression strange once or twice, but after seeing it many times, he was no longer particularly impressed.

After all, the Professor X in front of us is not the older version, the one who gives off a gentle vibe at first glance, but the younger version of Professor X.

Hawke looked at the younger version of Professor X before him and smiled slightly: "I am merely hovering between life and death. I am not dead, Professor X."

He's lost count of how many drinks he's had with his old friend Mephisto, who was resurrected in this universe, these past few days.

After all, waiting here motionless for the members of the Celestials to take the bait is a very boring thing.

Moreover, Hawke is not someone who can stay idle.

Fortunately, Mephisto also came, so Hawke spent most of his time drinking with Mephisto in the tavern in Hell.

But his attention was divided into three parts: one part was drinking, one part was listening to the sounds of the outside world, and one part was sensing the movements of the members of the Celestials.

After he retraced his steps, he began to sense the members of the Celestials.

pity!

The Celestial member who modified Icarus and sent him to snipe at his mid-lane should have already fled after Icarus died.

Hawke could clearly sense that the aura of that Celestial member was not only not increasing, but was actually weakening.

It's obvious he's run away.

However, it's also very likely that they're using military tactics, such as feinting to the east while attacking in the west.

So Hawke didn't wake up immediately, but stayed there, using his own tactics to lure the Celestials who were planning a surprise attack into his trap.

result--

He was deluding himself.

art of war?

Western barbarians don't know anything about military strategy. That guy just saw Icarus, who was upgrading at the limit of the universe, die, and fearing that he would also lose his life to Hawke like his brothers, he quickly ran away.

But can they escape?

I've memorized your scent.

Dude!

You're doing the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth. You'd better run far away and hide well, and when I find you, I'm going to break your head off and use it as a chamber pot!
"So do you want me to bypass those who begged you to plead for them, or do you want me to forgive most of life on this planet?"

Hawke noted down the Celestial member who had run away in his little notebook, then led Professor X to the tavern in Hell. He spoke calmly, then looked at Professor X with a smile: "You can only choose one, Professor X. You can't have your cake and eat it too."

Professor X frowned and once again presented his opinion.

"Killing doesn't solve anything."

"Yes."

Hawke nodded in agreement with Professor X's point of view, then changed the subject: "But to solve a problem, we must trace it back to its root. All problems arise from the person who raises them, so solving the problem is the same as solving it."

Professor X looked at the smile on Hawke's face, but hearing the infinite coldness revealed in Hawke's calm words, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "But you will eventually have to leave here. Once you leave, humanity will only attribute all of this to mutants, and then the conflict between humans and mutants will be even more intense."

That's the real reason he's worried.

Respect has an expiration date.

There is no fear, but this is based on the premise that the person who is afraid is always there.

If Hawke stays here, then perhaps after this incident, not to mention ordinary people, at least Washington D.C. will no longer dare to target mutants.

But Hawke can't stay here forever.

Once Hawke leaves, the deterrent effect disappears, and a small group of people will inevitably come back to power by using mutants as a pretext, and the cycle will repeat itself.

Only decisions made spontaneously by humans are stable.

This is why Professor X insisted on finding a way to get humanity to legislate a mutant peace law.

Although this bill may just be a piece of waste paper, it is at least a step forward.

"I will provide you with after-sales support."

"what?"

"Old Mo!"

"introduce."

Hawke looked at Professor X, whose expression turned bewildered again at the arrival of Mephisto, and introduced him with a smile: "Mephisto, the lord of hell in this universe, uh... on your Earth, and he is my after-sales guarantee."

Professor X looked at Mephisto, who appeared in a British Beatles-style outfit, and then, upon hearing Hawke's words, subconsciously looked at Hawke.

"I don't know."

“I will leave, but my good friend Mephisto will not leave.”

Hawke smiled slightly: "After I leave, if anyone in Washington tries to promote an adversarial relationship between humans and mutants, then the demons of hell will appear and take away their souls."

The man incited the conflict against the mutants in the morning, while the soul was taken back to hell by demons that very night.

"how."

After briefly describing his after-sales service to Professor X, Hawke crossed his hands and rested his chin on his hand, looking at Professor X: "I'll say it again, I can't solve the problem, but I can solve the person who raised it. Any soul that dares to try to provoke a conflict between humans and mutants will be harvested by the demons of hell. My friend Mephisto will provide this support."

Sitting next to Hawke, elegantly sipping his Bourbon Mephisto, and smiling at Professor X's gaze, he said, "Yes, I provide my friend with indefinite technical support."

Hawke then looked at Professor X.

"So, Professor, are there any other questions?"

"..."

Professor X remained silent.

Hawke had already said so much, what else could he say?
But— "Life shouldn't be like this..."

There's a saying in the East: "If the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn?"

Hawke interrupted Professor X directly: "Here, the Mexicans are the devil. Any life that dares to provoke conflict between mutants and humans will be immediately marked, and the demons of hell will come knocking. As for the others, they will be fine. So, you should leave, Professor X!"

Professor X stopped talking.

Looking at the calm expression on Hawke's face, he knew that this was the final decision, and no one and nothing could change Hawke's mind.

and so--

Professor X remained silent for a moment, then turned and left the Hellish tavern without saying a word.

Hawke watched Professor X leave the tavern, smiled, raised his glass, and downed the drink in one gulp.

Once Professor X had completely left, Mephisto also turned his gaze to Hawke.

"He is a saint."

"No, he's just a kind person."

Hawke shook his head and smiled, looking at Mephisto: "At first I thought his backside was crooked, but in reality, his backside has always been on the side of order and law."

Justice and order are one and the same thing.

Maintaining order is another matter entirely.

Simply put, Professor X is used to the Federation, so he tries his best to maintain order within the Federation's system using his abilities.

This leads to Professor X often appearing to stand on the side of humanity when fighting against mutants.

Hawke had thought so before.

But when he heard Professor X describe Mahatma Gandhi as a hero, he understood.

"I thought you were going to kill him."

"It's something I can easily do, but it's unnecessary."

Having retraced his steps, Hawke's foundation, though not entirely solid (more like 24K concrete), could be easily dealt with by Professor X with a single glance.

only--

Keeping Professor X alive is far better than killing him.

Hawke thought to himself, then looked at Mephisto: "I should go back."

This matter is settled; it is indeed time to go back.

After all, this isn't his home.

Upon hearing this, Mephisto paused in his pouring motion, then resumed, filling Hawke's glass before raising his own and looking at Hawke with a sincere expression: "Congratulations, have a safe journey."

Hawke, however, saw a hint of relief in Mephisto's sincere expression and smiled slightly: "I'm leaving, and you're relieved too, right?"

Mephisto did not deny it: "Of course, once you leave, I will be the only strong one here."

Hawke laughed heartily.

"Old Mo, if only you had been this sincere back in this universe, I believe we would have become true friends."

"It's not too late now, is it?"

Mephisto clinked glasses with Hawke, meeting Hawke's eyes: "You're always welcome here. Whenever you come, there's always fine wine waiting for you."

Hawke smiled.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Eyes facing each other.

Hawke and Mephisto finished their drinks in one gulp, then stood up and took a deep breath.

"Farewell, Mephisto, lord of the Hell dimension."

"Take care, Phoenix, the chief god of the Phoenix Galaxy."

"Qiang!"

Phoenix appeared, a dazzling fire phoenix suddenly appearing in the sky above the earth. The moment its wings spread, it blotted out the sun, as if the entire sky had been set ablaze.

Qin, who was in the backyard of 521A Palm Street at that moment, suddenly felt a pang in her heart. Looking up at the phoenix projection that blotted out the sky, she instinctively stretched out her hands.
into the eye.

The power of the phoenix began to gather in her palm.

"This is……"

"Father's Phoenix Power".

Qin was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening. Her eyes lit up and her gaze suddenly fell on her father, Hawke, who was sitting cross-legged under the sycamore tree in front of her.

Phoenix fire suddenly ignited beneath Hawke, engulfing him in an instant.

In the blink of an eye.

Hawke was then bathed in the phoenix fire.

Qin heard the commotion behind her and turned to look at Wanda, who was walking out of the living room.

"Mom, Dad..."

"Ah."

"The phoenix does not die, it is merely reborn from the ashes!"

"..." (End of this chapter)