Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 600 - 568: The Ultimate Move of Calling for Parents (First Update!)

Chapter 600: Chapter 568: The Ultimate Move of Calling for Parents (First Update!)

Hawk wasn’t lying.

In this world, the only person who could receive his unconditional trust, besides his own sister Anya, was nobody else.

Not even Wanda.

The reason is simple.

Wanda doesn’t need his trust. The Wanda existing in every phase of his timeline already knows everything about him, so she doesn’t need his trust at all.

So—

Hawk wasn’t lying, and letting Anya stay over at Kamar-Taj was part of the plan all along.

The Mephisto here hasn’t been tamed, so expecting Old Mo here to behave would definitely lead to a confrontation.

Thus, letting Wanda stay here to prepare Pietro’s clone body and sending his sister Anya to Kamar-Taj is the best arrangement.

Originally, Hawk intended for Anya to stay by Wanda’s side.

But...

There seems to be some tension between the Wanda here and his sister Anya. Although it eased with his return, it’s better to stay cautious with such important matters at hand.

Moreover, separating the two is the best choice.

In case anything really happens, without Anya as a burden, the darkened Scarlet Witch would be nearly unbeatable.

And if his sister encounters any danger over at Kamar-Taj, the Supreme Mage Wang here would surely transport his sister back to This Cosmos at a critical moment.

If the Supreme Mage Wang here doesn’t want him to use Earth as a grave companion for his sister when the time comes.

After all—

Whether it’s his sister from This Cosmos, or his sister from the 616 main space-time, or his sister from this timeline, they’re all his sisters.

Sadly, searching through the entire main multiverse cosmos, you won’t find a fourth sister.

Because those who count as his sisters and are acknowledged by him are just these three.

Even if the Celestial God Team’s concoction, that self that seems similar but isn’t, also had a sister, sorry, that sister isn’t his sister either.

Soon.

After arranging the tasks for the two women at home, Hawk, under their watchful eyes, directly used the power of the Space Gemstone to open the door to the Hell Dimension, and with one step, he entered the Hell Dimension.

The next second.

Hell’s unique atmosphere, filled with endless ash and strong sulfuric scent, instantly reached Hawk’s nose.

As expected.

Whether it’s Mephisto from This Cosmos, or Mephisto from the Mutant Cosmos, or even the Mephisto here, they’re all equally careless with the management of their domain’s environment, resembling the room of an unsanitary old man living alone for eight or nine hundred years.

Hawk thought to himself and then, after judging the direction, flew toward the Hell Tavern while his voice calmly echoed throughout Hell.

"Mephisto, the tavern awaits."

"Heh heh!"

Mephisto, in his palace pondering over what conditions to set if Kamar-Taj refuses to let go of Doctor Strange, was first stunned by the voice echoing above Hell, then his demonic eyes flickered, and he let out a sinister chuckle before getting up and heading toward the tavern.

By the time Mephisto arrived at the Hell Tavern, Hawk had already turned host into guest and was mixing drinks behind the bar.

Hawk, mixing Mephisto’s treasured wine, didn’t turn his head as he heard the door open.

"Sit."

"Heh heh!"

Mephisto, upon reaction, walked over to the bar while laughing sinisterly, watching Hawk mix drinks: "There’s a saying in the East on Earth, ’Unsolicited hospitality indicates either adultery or theft.’"

Hawk didn’t lift his head.

"You govern the souls of the East?"

"I don’t."

"Then, are you an Eastern person?"

"No."

"Great."

Hawk looked up, smiling as he pushed a mixed bourbon to Mephisto, already seated across: "Then you are neither an adulterer nor a thief."

This...

Can it be interpreted like this?

Hearing these words, Mephisto looked at the expression on Hawk’s face, slightly dazed, then glanced at the bourbon in front of him and chuckled once more.

"You have a request for me!"

"Wow, you could tell, impressive!"

Hawk exaggeratedly gave a thumbs-up to Mephisto, who exposed his intention.

This time, Mephisto didn’t laugh sinisterly; he laughed heartily: "A Divine Spirit from another cosmos, descending in soul form, and even coming here to mix me a drink, definitely has a purpose. Plus, I’m sure of one more thing." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, what is it?"

"You want me to help for free."

"...Alright."

Facing Mephisto’s narrowed eyes, Hawk opened his mouth, shrugged, and with an expression of being caught, lifted his glass toward Mephisto: "Since you figured it out, I won’t play coy. I came to ask you for help."

Mephisto laughed at the words.

"Making a deal with a demon comes at a cost."

"I’ve already paid."

"Oh."

"If you don’t believe me, ask Death."

"..."

Mephisto, who had been contemplating how to extort Hawk, even to the point of having a rat-like grin, was instantly frozen by Hawk’s words.

Hawk smiled at Mephisto in front of him: "The price has already been paid to Death. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Death."

The smile on Mephisto’s face vanished as he looked at Hawk, his eyes beginning to deepen.

"You’re using Death to pressure me."

"Just speaking the truth."

Hawk’s expression remained unchanged: "Once again, if you don’t believe me, you can ask Death. I’ve already paid the price to Death."

It’s common knowledge.

No matter which Mephisto it is, they all have one thing in common, and that is that their boss is one of the Five Great Gods of Creation, Death.

At first, Hawk thought the Mephisto here needed some taming to listen properly.

But as he crossed the dimensional gate, he suddenly thought of another way.

If it was his true form that descended, he had a hundred ways to make the Mephisto here obedient.

But right now, it was only his soul that descended. Although he could use the powers of the Four Infinity Gemstones, without alerting the cosmos here, the power he could utilize was still very limited.

At least, if the Mephisto here had a personality stubborn enough to resist to the death, he would not be able to make Mephisto obedient.

But just because he couldn’t, it didn’t mean others couldn’t.

It’s widely known that there’s such a unique art in the martial world.

This move is infamous.

Its name!

Is Call the Parent.

Although pulling Death into this might make him owe Death a favor, it’s still better than getting extorted by the opportunistic Mephisto in front of him.

In a word.

Hawk would rather owe Death a favor than owe the shameless Mephisto.

Besides, he’s not afraid of Mephisto going to verify with Death on the spot, because once Death knows, she’d surely be happy to have another favor owed to her.

So—

Mephisto looked at the expressionless Hawk in front of him, his face starting to change visibly, like a dye house.

A moment.

Mephisto’s expression shifted repeatedly between green and white as he looked at Hawk: "You just want the soul, right? Fine, take it. Now leave my Hell."

At this moment, he no longer felt happy about the uninvited, presumptuous Hawk, but was filled with disgust.

Good gracious.

Originally, he thought it would be a negotiation, but instead, the person didn’t bother engaging him, directly contacting his superior.

This behavior...

Is vile.

Outrageous.

Utterly shameless!

Mephisto thought to himself, then looked at Hawk, still standing before him unperturbed, calmly smiling and sipping his bourbon.

"Don’t you want that person’s soul?"

"I do."

"Then why don’t you leave, take the soul, and leave my Hell."

"I still need you to do me a favor."

"..."

Mephisto went silent upon hearing this, then quietly looked at Hawk: "I’ve already helped you."

Hawk smiled: "Yes, but I still need you to do me a favor."

Mephisto laughed.

Laughed speechlessly.

"You want me to help again, and for free? Do I look like an angel to you?"

"You are the Lord of Hell, not a yellow-skinned one."

Hawk looked at the Mephisto trying to haggle, and replied calmly, then saw Mephisto’s extremely resistant expression but did not press further.

He simply shrugged, putting down his bourbon.

"You’re not contacting Death, alright, then I’ll—"

"Let’s plan it out!"

Mephisto watched Hawk’s actions and quickly reached out, grabbing Hawk’s arm, looking at him seriously: "How can I help you?"

He really wanted to confront Death.

But definitely not now.

Though Death is generally hands-off with these Lords of Hell, she has absolute authority over them.

Once again.

All Lords of Hell receive their divine authority from Death, and if she says you can, you can; if she says you can’t, no matter how capable you are, you can’t.

Plus, Death is unpredictable; a reference to Thanos, who was toyed with by Death in a certain time-space, explains it well. Therefore, Lords of Hell aren’t keen on meeting their superior.

Let alone asking Death on the spot if there’s such a matter.

This isn’t a workplace; if Death gets upset, it’s not just a simple layoff, but direct disappearance.

Hawk looked at Mephisto who was holding his arm, his gaze clear, and smiled.

"If it’s inconvenient, forget it. I can directly ask Death."

"Not inconvenient."

"Really?"

Mephisto’s eyes were clear.

"Truly heartfelt words!"

"..."