Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 531 - 499: The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, Supreme Skill Appears Clumsy

Chapter 531: Chapter 499: The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, Supreme Skill Appears Clumsy

"Yes, that’s right."

"No matter the reason Witch Agatha became your teacher and taught you to control Chaos Magic, from this angle, she is your teacher indeed."

"So—"

"Death is considered your ’teacher’s wife,’ or... ’teacher’s husband’?"

Under Hawk’s gaze, which was increasingly peculiar, Wanda thought for a moment and then added, "That’s right, Death and Witch Agatha have a child."

Now, Wanda’s expression was not only peculiar but also slightly odd.

"So, Death is actually male?"

"No, Death is female, to be precise, the five Creator Gods of the Multiverse don’t have gender distinctions."

After all, they are Divine Spirits, and they are the supreme Creator Gods.

Worrying about gender?

Is this appropriate?

Hawk said as such and then paused to look at Wanda: "I told you Death and Witch Agatha have a child, and your focus is on whether Death is male or female?"

Wanda was incredulous: "After all, it’s hard to comprehend, isn’t it?"

Hawk shrugged, his tone relaxed: "Don’t worry, there will be many incomprehensible things happening in the future."

This is ultimately not the style of the East.

It’s well known.

Western mythology mainly features the unbelievable and the incredible.

Like the Aspirin myths that disregard even basic ethics, they only appear in the Western system, and frequently at that.

Hawk is currently within this system.

So he can foresee more unbelievable and incredible things happening in the future, like the affair between Death and Witch Agatha, which doesn’t even make for a topic compared to other things.

However, Hawk didn’t intend to gossip about Death.

The reason he said this is because Wanda asked him why Death is pulling such a stunt behind his back this time.

"She’s doing this to vent for Witch Agatha, after all, the Agatha from our universe was invited back by me."

"Just for this reason?"

Wanda found it hard to believe: "The Agatha from our universe is her lover herself?"

Hawk shook his head.

"No."

"Then..."

"Just like me."

Hawk smiled slightly, meeting Wanda’s eyes: "I love you, I love you in every universe, and Death feels the same."

They locked eyes.

Wanda’s eyes twinkled.

"Hawk."

"Hmm?"

"I still remember when we first met, your cold gaze."

"Doesn’t that further prove I love you?"

"What?"

"I am true to my feelings."

Hawk spoke earnestly: "In all my timelines, the one who can approach me and gain my love is always you, isn’t it?"

Wanda’s expression flickered, meeting Hawk’s gaze.

In the next moment.

Both their eyes became infinitely passionate.

Their daughter Jean, sleeping on the second floor and playing on her phone, couldn’t help but react. Her mouth twitched, she turned off the phone and wrapped herself in the blanket.

Not listening, not listening, the turtle recites scriptures!

The next day.

After Jean had breakfast at home, she left again to tell Professor X at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters that she had received permission and was off to Washington.

Wanda, having seen off her daughter who drove away, closed the door with a rejuvenated complexion, and looked at Hawk sitting in the dining room with dark circles while working hard on his sandwich, somewhat concerned: "Are you still going to box today? Maybe you should rest."

Although this morning Hawk recovered from his cold, he looked weaker than before the cold.

After being drained dry!

At this moment, Hawk’s skin color, how to say, looks like an apple turned gray. If he were a truly ordinary person, this complexion would suggest a foot already inside a coffin.

Wanda watching Hawk with dark circles, recalling last night’s battle: "I said don’t, but you insisted."

Hawk’s eyes were lifeless as he gazed at Wanda.

Ordinarily, he should continue to charge forward to discipline Wanda.

Well-known fact.

Sometimes, a woman’s words need to be heard in reverse.

Like saying ’don’t,’ meaning ’do.’

But—

No more.

Really, no more.

With the desire to slay but powerless to do so, Hawk, after staring at Wanda for a while, silently withdrew his gaze and continued to nibble on his sandwich.

Even if he could muster some energy, he couldn’t afford to spend more.

Because he needed to ensure that his strength could support him in delivering ten thousand punches today.

So Hawk decisively shifted the topic: "Did you tell your daughter that Bolivar Trask plans to catch Mystique to extract her mimicry gene?"

The key to the success of the Sentinel Robots, what is it?

Bolivar Trask’s extraordinary technology, isn’t it?

Half of it.

If Bolivar Trask’s Sentinel technology merely endowed the Sentinel Robots with a body, then Mystique Raven’s mutant ability gene is what evolves them into beings capable of killing any mutant, their core soul, indeed.

So...

After possessing Mystique Raven’s mutant gene, the Sentinel Robots truly took shape.

This was what Hawk and Wanda overheard through the Chaos Magic Mirror last night.

Bolivar Trask seemed urgent; upon realizing that his team couldn’t replicate Mystique Raven’s mimicry gene by the end of the month, he decided to capture Mystique Raven.

Because, two years ago, when he was released by the military, he guaranteed to deliver by the end of this month.

Moreover, during these two years, his research received full support from either the White House or the Pentagon, whether money or personnel. If he failed to deliver what the White House and Pentagon wanted by the promised time, it was evident he would face severe consequences.

So, Bolivar Trask was anxious, almost simultaneous with Hawk and Wanda’s urgency, as he slammed his hand on the table, demanding at all costs to locate Mystique Raven, then capture her.

Only by finding Mystique Raven could his Sentinel Robots successfully come into being.

Unfortunately—

Mystique Raven was missing.

Since the end of the Mutant Apocalypse incident in Cairo, Egypt, two years ago, Mystique Raven and Magneto returned together to the X Mansion, but soon left, resuming the noble mission of rescuing troubled mutant compatriots.

She might have been in Paris yesterday, and by the next day, she could have gone to Albania.

"By the way."

Hawk restarted the topic left unfinished last night before drifting into sleep, looking at Wanda: "Where is Mystique Raven now?"

Wanda’s eyes flickered: "In Korea, so, do you need to remind her?"

Hawk shook his head.

"No, let Bolivar Trask catch her."

"You still want to see those Sentinel Robots?"

"Aren’t you curious?"

"...A little."

Listening to Hawk’s words, Wanda thought it over, deciding to speak truthfully: "I still don’t quite believe scientific creations can defeat magical creations."

If science was effective, why would we need the Divine Spirit?

The most important point.

If science could truly slay gods, then the Divine Spirit would have foreseen the future through their own timeline and obliterated the scientific planet attempting deicide long ago.

"However..."

Wanda’s tone paused: "If Bolivar Trask is allowed to capture Mystique Raven, if her daughter Jean finds out, she’ll likely resent us both, since Raven is a friend of our daughter."

Hawk laughed and nodded: "Indeed, then monitor her - it’s fine if she’s captured for blood extraction, but not for dissection, ensure she doesn’t die. Even if she does, at worst, I’ll visit Hell here, and retrieve her soul, but it’s quite troublesome that her body would need cloning."

Wanda nodded.

"Alright!"

"Then it’s decided, I’m leaving now."

"..."

Wanda blinked at Hawk as he rose from his seat: "Where are you going?"

Hawk, heading towards the new sandbag under the sycamore tree in the backyard, didn’t turn around: "Practice boxing."

Wanda heard this and watched Hawk shuffle towards the backyard, then noticed the three empty plates on the dining table. Thinking it over, she swung her right hand, and Crimson Chaos Magic materialized into a tangible scarlet silhouette to clear the table.

She followed Hawk into the backyard, then sat down in the corridor’s armchair, continuing as yesterday, overseeing Hawk while he practiced boxing to prevent unwittingly finding him fainted elegantly on the backyard lawn when busy with cleaning.

Soon.

Once more, Wanda lifted her gaze, sensing the power belonging to Hawk visibly approaching from the cosmos as he swung punches.

The power belonging to Hawk was rapidly crossing the universe, rushing toward their direction.

Wanda then withdrew her gaze, resting her chin on her hands, watching Hawk punch beneath the sycamore tree nearby.

Hawk punched intently.

Wanda watched quietly.

Time passed swiftly, like water, after all, in this low-end universe, what was least valuable to both Hawk and Wanda was time.

This day.

Boom!

At the moment Hawk threw a punch, it seemed as if a myriad of fist shadows appeared, numbering in the millions, then instantly merged into one, finally colliding with the sandbag without Hawk’s fist touching it.

The sandbag instantly emitted a crisp collision sound.

Yet...

The sound was loud, but the sandbag didn’t budge.

Wanda, under the corridor witnessing this scene, was slightly stunned: "This is..."

Hawk gasped, but at that moment, his breathing began to ascend rapidly like growth in bamboo.

"Heavy sword without edge!"

"Great skill is unpretentious!"

"..."