chapter-1 Cultivating the Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please Collect!!)
Chapter 1: Cultivating a Little Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please collect!)
Marvel Universe.
June 15, 2012.
Friday.
Midtown High School, New York City.
Hawk, seventeen years old this year, was sweating profusely in the old gymnasium.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
One after another, impactful sounds continuously rang out. As the black sandbag suspended in mid-air was repeatedly struck by Hawk, the iron chains suspending the sandbag also emitted a harsh sound the moment the black sandbag swung up.
Hawk's hair was already soaked with sweat.
Sweat trickled down his prominent cheekbones, flowed over his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the collar of his old T-shirt, which was also already damp with sweat.
But Hawk's gaze never left the sandbag.
He was completely focused.
At this moment, the sandbag in front of him was his entire World.
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-one!"
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-two!"
"…"
Hawk adjusted his footwork, silently counting in his mind, while deftly dodging the returning swing of the sandbag with a side-step. Without any pause, he delivered left hooks, right swings… every punch connecting, the sandbag swayed violently under his storm-like assault, and the leather surface of the sandbag appeared even more worn and torn from the repeated impacts.
Punch out.
Pull back.
Punch out again.
With each punch thrown, Hawk's movements seemed to gradually quicken.
Faster and faster.
Until…
"Ten thousand!"
"Bang!"
The flame deep in Hawk's eyes surged at this moment. His recently retracted fist shot out like lightning, striking the falling sandbag with the precision of a snake's tongue. The sandbag suddenly caved inward, emitting a pained thud, and the chain connecting it finally gave way, snapping directly.
The sandbag, freed from the iron chain's restraint, flew backward, letting out a mournful cry in the air before crashing heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Boom!"
"Whew!"
With today's ten thousand punches completed, Hawk looked at the torn sandbag lying on the floor. Only then did he exhale the stale air he had been holding, his chest rising and falling slightly as he steadied his breathing.
Sweat flowed freely down his face, gathering at the tip of his chin, then dripping onto the leg of his cheap sweatpants beneath his feet.
Of course.
"Cheap" was relative.
To others, these pants, worth twelve U.S. dollars, might be cheap, even very cheap.
But for Hawk, it was not the case.
After all…
In this life, he was an orphan, and an orphan who had transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
If it weren't for his excellent academic performance in this life, which earned him a scholarship to Midtown High School, let's just say that the tens of thousands of dollars in tuition fees each semester would have been something he could never afford.
But even with the scholarship, Hawk still lived frugally.
It wasn't that he had a good habit of being frugal, but rather that although he received a school scholarship, it wasn't the highest tier.
At least, it wasn't like the one received by Gwen Stacy, the student assistant in the same grade.
Gwen Stacy received the highest tier scholarship.
Not only did she not have to pay for schooling, but the school even provided a sum of money each semester, not to mention the various knowledge competitions with exceptionally generous prizes.
Hawk's scholarship was the most common type, which only exempted him from tuition fees.
After all, his grades could only be considered excellent, not exceptionally excellent.
However, Hawk was content with this.
Midtown High School waived his tuition fees. For federal orphans like him, who were between sixteen and eighteen years old and in what was called the "independent transition period," and had no foster family, the school provided a monthly subsidy of eight hundred U.S. dollars.
And because Midtown High School, which he got into, was an elite school in New York State, New York State also provided a monthly subsidy of five hundred U.S. dollars.
Calculated this way, he could earn thirteen hundred U.S. dollars a month.
This amount might not be enough for an adult living in New York City, but for Hawk, who was still receiving federal orphan benefits and attending school tuition-free, it was currently sufficient.
Even more than enough.
After all, he ate at school, and slept in a cheap federal welfare apartment.
With a monthly subsidy income of thirteen hundred, minus five hundred U.S. dollars for basic living expenses each month, he could still save eight hundred U.S. dollars a month.
What?
Five hundred isn't enough?
Again, that's the point.
It might not be enough for an adult, but for Hawk, it was still sufficient.
Every afternoon, he would complete his "Ten Thousand Punches Daily" routine at the gymnasium, then take a shower there and wash his clothes. Afterward, he would take the last free school bus home, go to sleep upon arriving, and then take the earliest school bus to school the next day.
He didn't even have utility bills, let alone phone or internet bills.
He was an orphan.
One person full, the whole family not hungry.
Who could he call, and who would call him?
As for internet fees?
Heh heh.
He didn't even have a computer. Anyway, when he needed to use the internet, the school library had public computers, and even printing was free.
So…
Although he started this reborn life as an orphan, Hawk felt he was doing alright.
He could save eight hundred U.S. dollars every month, and even every now and then, he could go to a similarly cheap fried chicken restaurant and order a large bucket of fried chicken, considering it a way to replenish his energy.
By now, he had accumulated over thirty thousand U.S. dollars in savings.
Feeling great.
Of course.
It would be even better if there were fewer people of color at the fried chicken restaurant.
After a while.
Standing still, Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, slowly opened them, looking at the sandbag that had fallen onto the floor, seemingly lost in thought.
Because he wasn't looking at the sandbag, but at a prompt box that appeared before his eyes.
To be precise, it was his cheat.
"Little Universe Cultivation!"
"Current Status: 'Not Activated'"
"Activation Condition: 'Consecutive thousand days, ten thousand punches'"
"Activation Progress: '999 / 1000'"
"Soon!"
"Soon."
"It will be activated tomorrow."
Hawk looked at the activation progress displayed in the prompt box that only he could see, his heart warming, wishing that time could instantly warp to tomorrow.
This cheat came online when he was fifteen in this life.
To be precise, it came online on September 10, 2009.
He remembered it especially clearly.
Because that day happened to be the day of the battle between Hulk and Abomination in New York City.
So he didn't slack off at all.
Once the cheat arrived, he started training!
No choice.
Who made the World he transmigrated to the Marvel Universe, where "superheroes walk everywhere, extraordinary beings are not as good as dogs, and cosmic deities roam freely"?
Before the cheat, if he wanted to lie down, he would lie down.
But now that the cheat had arrived, would he still lie down?
Then wouldn't the cheat have come for nothing?
So…
From the day the cheat came online, Hawk maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily.
Not one day less.
Rain or shine.
Unwavering.
In short, one sentence.
Food, one can skip.
Punching, one cannot skip.
To this day.
He had maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily for nine hundred ninety-nine consecutive days.
Now…
The dawn of victory was finally approaching!
…
New book by a new author, begging for collections, with two hundred thousand words in reserve, a desperate battle!!
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chapter-1 Cultivating the Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please Collect!!)
Chapter 1: Cultivating a Little Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please collect!)
Marvel Universe.
June 15, 2012.
Friday.
Midtown High School, New York City.
Hawk, seventeen years old this year, was sweating profusely in the old gymnasium.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
One after another, impactful sounds continuously rang out. As the black sandbag suspended in mid-air was repeatedly struck by Hawk, the iron chains suspending the sandbag also emitted a harsh sound the moment the black sandbag swung up.
Hawk's hair was already soaked with sweat.
Sweat trickled down his prominent cheekbones, flowed over his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the collar of his old T-shirt, which was also already damp with sweat.
But Hawk's gaze never left the sandbag.
He was completely focused.
At this moment, the sandbag in front of him was his entire World.
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-one!"
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-two!"
"…"
Hawk adjusted his footwork, silently counting in his mind, while deftly dodging the returning swing of the sandbag with a side-step. Without any pause, he delivered left hooks, right swings… every punch connecting, the sandbag swayed violently under his storm-like assault, and the leather surface of the sandbag appeared even more worn and torn from the repeated impacts.
Punch out.
Pull back.
Punch out again.
With each punch thrown, Hawk's movements seemed to gradually quicken.
Faster and faster.
Until…
"Ten thousand!"
"Bang!"
The flame deep in Hawk's eyes surged at this moment. His recently retracted fist shot out like lightning, striking the falling sandbag with the precision of a snake's tongue. The sandbag suddenly caved inward, emitting a pained thud, and the chain connecting it finally gave way, snapping directly.
The sandbag, freed from the iron chain's restraint, flew backward, letting out a mournful cry in the air before crashing heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Boom!"
"Whew!"
With today's ten thousand punches completed, Hawk looked at the torn sandbag lying on the floor. Only then did he exhale the stale air he had been holding, his chest rising and falling slightly as he steadied his breathing.
Sweat flowed freely down his face, gathering at the tip of his chin, then dripping onto the leg of his cheap sweatpants beneath his feet.
Of course.
"Cheap" was relative.
To others, these pants, worth twelve U.S. dollars, might be cheap, even very cheap.
But for Hawk, it was not the case.
After all…
In this life, he was an orphan, and an orphan who had transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
If it weren't for his excellent academic performance in this life, which earned him a scholarship to Midtown High School, let's just say that the tens of thousands of dollars in tuition fees each semester would have been something he could never afford.
But even with the scholarship, Hawk still lived frugally.
It wasn't that he had a good habit of being frugal, but rather that although he received a school scholarship, it wasn't the highest tier.
At least, it wasn't like the one received by Gwen Stacy, the student assistant in the same grade.
Gwen Stacy received the highest tier scholarship.
Not only did she not have to pay for schooling, but the school even provided a sum of money each semester, not to mention the various knowledge competitions with exceptionally generous prizes.
Hawk's scholarship was the most common type, which only exempted him from tuition fees.
After all, his grades could only be considered excellent, not exceptionally excellent.
However, Hawk was content with this.
Midtown High School waived his tuition fees. For federal orphans like him, who were between sixteen and eighteen years old and in what was called the "independent transition period," and had no foster family, the school provided a monthly subsidy of eight hundred U.S. dollars.
And because Midtown High School, which he got into, was an elite school in New York State, New York State also provided a monthly subsidy of five hundred U.S. dollars.
Calculated this way, he could earn thirteen hundred U.S. dollars a month.
This amount might not be enough for an adult living in New York City, but for Hawk, who was still receiving federal orphan benefits and attending school tuition-free, it was currently sufficient.
Even more than enough.
After all, he ate at school, and slept in a cheap federal welfare apartment.
With a monthly subsidy income of thirteen hundred, minus five hundred U.S. dollars for basic living expenses each month, he could still save eight hundred U.S. dollars a month.
What?
Five hundred isn't enough?
Again, that's the point.
It might not be enough for an adult, but for Hawk, it was still sufficient.
Every afternoon, he would complete his "Ten Thousand Punches Daily" routine at the gymnasium, then take a shower there and wash his clothes. Afterward, he would take the last free school bus home, go to sleep upon arriving, and then take the earliest school bus to school the next day.
He didn't even have utility bills, let alone phone or internet bills.
He was an orphan.
One person full, the whole family not hungry.
Who could he call, and who would call him?
As for internet fees?
Heh heh.
He didn't even have a computer. Anyway, when he needed to use the internet, the school library had public computers, and even printing was free.
So…
Although he started this reborn life as an orphan, Hawk felt he was doing alright.
He could save eight hundred U.S. dollars every month, and even every now and then, he could go to a similarly cheap fried chicken restaurant and order a large bucket of fried chicken, considering it a way to replenish his energy.
By now, he had accumulated over thirty thousand U.S. dollars in savings.
Feeling great.
Of course.
It would be even better if there were fewer people of color at the fried chicken restaurant.
After a while.
Standing still, Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, slowly opened them, looking at the sandbag that had fallen onto the floor, seemingly lost in thought.
Because he wasn't looking at the sandbag, but at a prompt box that appeared before his eyes.
To be precise, it was his cheat.
"Little Universe Cultivation!"
"Current Status: 'Not Activated'"
"Activation Condition: 'Consecutive thousand days, ten thousand punches'"
"Activation Progress: '999 / 1000'"
"Soon!"
"Soon."
"It will be activated tomorrow."
Hawk looked at the activation progress displayed in the prompt box that only he could see, his heart warming, wishing that time could instantly warp to tomorrow.
This cheat came online when he was fifteen in this life.
To be precise, it came online on September 10, 2009.
He remembered it especially clearly.
Because that day happened to be the day of the battle between Hulk and Abomination in New York City.
So he didn't slack off at all.
Once the cheat arrived, he started training!
No choice.
Who made the World he transmigrated to the Marvel Universe, where "superheroes walk everywhere, extraordinary beings are not as good as dogs, and cosmic deities roam freely"?
Before the cheat, if he wanted to lie down, he would lie down.
But now that the cheat had arrived, would he still lie down?
Then wouldn't the cheat have come for nothing?
So…
From the day the cheat came online, Hawk maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily.
Not one day less.
Rain or shine.
Unwavering.
In short, one sentence.
Food, one can skip.
Punching, one cannot skip.
To this day.
He had maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily for nine hundred ninety-nine consecutive days.
Now…
The dawn of victory was finally approaching!
…
New book by a new author, begging for collections, with two hundred thousand words in reserve, a desperate battle!!
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chapter-2 Lightning Thompson and Nerd Parker (signed, please
Chapter 2: Flash Thompson and Nerd Parker (Signed, please collect!)
A thousand days.
Two years, nine months, and five days.
After completing today's task, Hawke, who was showering in the gym's changing room, once again summoned the system interface visible only to himself.
He looked at the progress bar, which was just one day short of being completed and activating the 'Little Universe Cultivation', and still felt as if he was dreaming.
After all…
Punching ten thousand times daily, continuously for a thousand days, sounds easy, but it's very difficult to do.
Hawke sometimes didn't know how he managed to persist.
Perhaps it was because he was inherently a person who refused to admit defeat?
Or, it was related to this being the Marvel Universe.
Hawke didn't know.
But…
One thing was certain.
"One day."
"Just one day left."
After today, he would be able to activate the system tomorrow.
"Little Universe Cultivation…"
"I wonder if it's the one I'm thinking of."
Hawke thought to himself.
In his memory, there was only one thing that could be linked to 'Little Universe Cultivation'.
If it really was what he was thinking of.
Then…
The future is promising!
According to the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, all things are composed of atoms, and there is also a miniature Universe within the human body.
That is, the Little Universe!
Cultivating the Little Universe means continuously stimulating one's life's original energy, successfully activating the Little Universe hidden within one's body, continuously cultivating to enhance one's Little Universe, and then burning one's Little Universe to gain combat power that transcends physical laws.
Hawke remembered that in his previous life, there was an anime that depicted the Little Universe.
The name of that anime was—
saint seiya!
Bronze Saint who controls the first five senses and touches the Sixth Sense.
Silver Saint who comprehends the Sixth Sense and touches the Seventh Sense.
And the Gold Saint who comprehends and completely masters the Seventh Sense.
But above the Seventh Sense, there is also the Eighth Sense, and even the Ninth Sense…
Hawke's mind recalled fragmented scenes of that saint seiya from his previous life.
The next second.
Hawke came back to his senses, seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
He wasn't even sure if this Little Universe from his system was the one from his memory, so why think so much?
Moreover…
He also had no thoughts of punching Odin or kicking Zeus.
The most important point.
He had been transmigrated to this World for seventeen years, and even before he was fifteen, before the system came online, he had already prepared himself mentally to face this brutal World without a system.
So…
"Mindset is very important."
"The greater the expectation now, the greater the disappointment if it turns out not to be the case."
Hawke thought so,拂 away the distracting thoughts in his mind, wrung out the washed T-shirt in his hand, placed it with the freshly washed pants in a plastic bag nearby, then, while wrapping himself in a bath towel, wiped his hair with a towel and pushed open the cubicle door.
With a thud!
The shower room door was pushed open, and then a somewhat thin figure seemed to be pushed in from outside.
The thin figure staggered a few steps, then landed on his butt, falling onto the tiled floor of the shower room.
"This is…"
"Peter?"
Hawke raised an eyebrow, looking at the first generation Spider-Woman who was pushed in from outside and fell onto the ground.
Peter also saw Hawke, who had walked out of the shower room.
His expression was a bit awkward.
Just as he was about to greet Hawke, who was in the same grade as him but with whom he had never really interacted, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.
Immediately after, Flash Thompson, nicknamed 'Flash' and also known as the 'Midtown Bully', a tall and well-built Captain of the school's football team, walked in from outside, carrying a football and accompanied by his three followers, laughing.
The next second.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Hawke, who had just come out of the cubicle, one hand wiping his wet hair, the other holding a plastic bag with his washed clothes, and his lower body wrapped in a bath towel, also looked at Flash Thompson after he entered.
Flash Thompson was tall and well-built.
Hawke was no less so.
Having continuously persisted for nine hundred ninety-nine days, maintaining a daily exercise volume of ten thousand punches, Hawke also possessed a lean and powerful physique.
And this was different from the muscles developed in gyms through technology and harsh words.
His arm lines were full of power, not overly exaggerated or bulging, but refined with explosive force.
The bath towel was tied around his waist, creating a shallow indentation above his hip bones, further emphasizing his narrow waist and abdomen. The outline of his abdominal muscles was clearly visible, eight neatly arranged, like meticulously sculpted armor.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
It is well known.
In U.S. schools, there is a very clear chain of contempt, or rather, bullying.
Logically speaking, Hawke, who started as an orphan with no parents, would, from a family background perspective alone, be in the bullied camp.
But unfortunately, he wasn't.
This wasn't because he had previously dealt with the school bullies, so they knew he wasn't to be trifled with.
The reason why the school bullies didn't provoke him was very simple.
After all…
Whether from his appearance or his physique, he, Hawke, would in no way be associated with the words 'easy to bully'.
Of course.
Over these three years, the school bullies had not provoked him, and he naturally had no intention of standing up for others.
No one is anyone's savior.
This time was no different.
Hawke retracted his gaze, took out clean T-shirts and pants from the backpack on the rest chair, put them on, then put the plastic bag into the backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and walked towards Flash Thompson, who was standing at the shower room's main entrance.
Flash Thompson frowned, looking at Hawke who stopped in front of him.
He knew Hawke.
After all, it would be difficult for him not to know someone who continuously practiced ten thousand punches in a corner of the gym every day for over two years.
But to say they were close, that was completely untrue.
Because Hawke never participated in any gatherings or parties; although he could be seen at school every day, Hawke seemed to live in a parallel World by himself.
Flash Thompson watched Hawke stop in front of him.
"Haw…"
"Excuse me, please."
"…"
Flash Thompson subconsciously moved aside, and his three followers behind him, who had originally wanted to say something, also moved aside, obeying their inner call the moment their eyes met Hawke's calm blue eyes, which seemed indifferent to everything.
"Thank you."
Hawke looked at Flash Thompson, who had moved aside, thanked him calmly, and then left the shower room on his own.
Flash Thompson watched Hawke's disappearing back, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
Just then.
The three followers exclaimed.
"Holy shit."
"Boss, Peter ran away."
"What?"
Flash Thompson snapped back, looking at Peter Parker, who had run out behind Hawke when he wasn't paying attention, immediately reacted and roared.
"Chase him!"
"Nerd Parker, stop right there!"
"…"
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Chapter 4: Burn, My Little Universe! (Please collect!)
Once midnight passed!
On the rooftop of the apartment building.
Hawk was punching.
There was no sandbag.
Nor were there any fighting techniques.
Hawk didn't even move; he just stood there, eyes slightly closed, and then, as if in a trance, he threw punch after punch at the air in front of him.
This time, he wasn't pursuing speed, but seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment.
Although before this, with every punch, he would feel an unusual sensation in his heart.
But tonight, this feeling was even stronger.
Hawk felt as if he had entered an existence that, no matter how one observed it, was infinitely dark.
But...
With each of his punches, this infinite darkness would emit a glimmer of light.
If Hawk were to look up and observe at this moment, he would discover something even more peculiar.
That is—
The Bronze Constellations, composed of forty-eight constellations, including Pegasus, dragon, Cygnus, Phoenix, and Lacerta, which he could observe with his naked eyes, scattered across the night sky, also responded and flickered with each of his punches.
Yes.
It wasn't a single constellation responding, but all of them.
All forty-eight Bronze Constellations were responding to Hawk's punches.
One punch, one punch... and another punch.
Hawk was punching very slowly this time, but at the same time, very quickly.
Although he ensured that he fully retracted each punch before throwing the next, often, before the afterimage of the first punch had completely disappeared, the afterimage of the second punch had already appeared.
Following that, the third, fourth, fifth punches, and so on until now.
Fists filled the sky!
Just then, a sudden roar echoed in Hawk's mind.
The sound was almost inaudible, yet it was like a great bell.
Bang!
A wisp of Fire appeared with this sound, and as this wisp of Fire emerged, the stars, which had completely projected into infinite space through reality under Hawk's repeated punches, rippled out like waves, quietly parting the thick black curtain.
Initially, it was just a tremor.
Immediately after, this tremor suddenly expanded, like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe, and the stars adorning the infinite darkness suddenly exploded—
Inside Hawk's body, an invisible and intangible wall collapsed with a crash under the energy released by what seemed like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe, and a power that had slept for billions of years suddenly awakened.
Whoosh!
Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, opened them.
The moment he opened his eyes, deep within them, the flame no longer merely bloomed and then quietly extinguished as it had before.
This time, the flame fully bloomed.
Boom!!
Hawk felt as if all the blood around his body was surging and roaring, every tiny cell within him vibrating madly, like ten thousand stars expanding simultaneously, and under this violent vibration and expansion, every inch, every piece of bone was constantly being crushed and broken, only to be reshaped in the blink of an eye by this terrifying force, as if undergoing the birth of a celestial body.
Buzz!
A buzzing sound came to Hawk's ears, and then he felt his vision blur, and he saw a miraculous scene.
He saw the particles that made up his flesh violently rotating, burning, and collapsing, finally enacting something like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe.
He saw the blood flowing beneath his skin, like a boiling, roaring river of stars.
He even saw his beating heart, each beat like the primal and eternal pulse of creation of the Universe, sending out invisible ripples in the infinite void.
The next moment.
A sudden inspiration came to him.
The moment Hawk clenched his right fist, his heel ground into the earth, his foot like a plow, and as he shattered the rooftop slab, his entire body's center of gravity shifted backward.
Retreat.
And then...
Punch!
Hawk let out a low growl that didn't come from his throat, but from the explosion of his soul!
"Burn, my Little Universe!!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The surrounding air rippled out like Water at this moment.
The surrounding space shattered like glass at this moment.
The flow of time around him seemed to be brutally torn apart at this moment.
Air, space, and even time, under Hawk's punch, seemed to have come to a standstill.
The next second.
"Hiss!"
The air let out a shriek as it was torn apart.
"Bang bang!"
Space wailed as it was crushed.
"Rumble!"
Time was completely shattered by this strike.
But immediately after, a brand new timeline instantly replaced the shattered one.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The outer wall glass of the adjacent apartment building, across the road from Hawk's current apartment, shattered and disintegrated with a deafening sound under the force of that punch.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Woah!"
"Woah!"
The vehicles parked on the road opposite seemed to be suddenly pressed down by an invisible giant hand descending from the sky.
The car windows also shattered, and then the car alarms went off, emitting sharp warning sounds one after another.
At the same time!
Kamar-Taj!
"Hmm?"
"Teacher?"
The mystics of the Sanctum looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, who had suddenly let out a confused sound.
The Sorcerer Supreme, clad in yellow robes, lowered her gaze to the Sanctum's relic hanging around her neck—the Eye of Agamotto.
Ancient One formed a hand seal, and the Eye of Agamotto slowly rotated and then opened, a ghostly green light emanating from the incredibly mysterious and profound ghostly green gem within it.
This gem has a common name in the Marvel Universe.
Time Stone!
It allows the user to reach any point in time, thereby performing time travel, no matter how distant the past, or how far the future.
The Time Stone controls all known and unknown timelines; controlling the Time Stone is equivalent to controlling time.
"This is?"
"The future has been changed?"
"..."
Ancient One formed another hand seal, closed the Eye of Agamotto, stood up, and disappeared from her original spot.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, you have activated Little Universe cultivation!"
"Ding!"
"It has been my honor to be with you for a thousand days. The cheat is about to be unbound. I look forward to our next meeting!"
"Finally, the Little Universe cultivation method is a method of combat, a method of holy war. Grow in battle, sublimate in battle!"
"Goodbye!"
The mechanical voice of the cheat echoed in Hawk's mind.
A thousand days ago, the cheat quietly came online.
A thousand days later, the cheat quietly went offline again.
It came quietly.
It left quietly.
By this time, it was already bright outside.
"Holy sh*t!"
"What happened?"
"My glass."
"Ah, my car."
"Who the hell did this?"
"Wait a minute."
"Look, what's that?"
"Holy sh*t..."
"Jesus Christ."
Hawk, standing on the apartment rooftop, heard various clamors as if they were right by his ears, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the rift in the sky above Manhattan, torn by a ghostly blue light.
Hawk was instantly stunned.
"Hiss!"
"Did I just punch a hole in the sky?"
"..."
New author, new book, 200,000 words in reserve, feel free to collect!
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1 Cultivating the Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please Collect!!)
Chapter 1: Cultivating a Little Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please collect!)
Marvel Universe.
June 15, 2012.
Friday.
Midtown High School, New York City.
Hawk, seventeen years old this year, was sweating profusely in the old gymnasium.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
One after another, impactful sounds continuously rang out. As the black sandbag suspended in mid-air was repeatedly struck by Hawk, the iron chains suspending the sandbag also emitted a harsh sound the moment the black sandbag swung up.
Hawk's hair was already soaked with sweat.
Sweat trickled down his prominent cheekbones, flowed over his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the collar of his old T-shirt, which was also already damp with sweat.
But Hawk's gaze never left the sandbag.
He was completely focused.
At this moment, the sandbag in front of him was his entire World.
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-one!"
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-two!"
"…"
Hawk adjusted his footwork, silently counting in his mind, while deftly dodging the returning swing of the sandbag with a side-step. Without any pause, he delivered left hooks, right swings… every punch connecting, the sandbag swayed violently under his storm-like assault, and the leather surface of the sandbag appeared even more worn and torn from the repeated impacts.
Punch out.
Pull back.
Punch out again.
With each punch thrown, Hawk's movements seemed to gradually quicken.
Faster and faster.
Until…
"Ten thousand!"
"Bang!"
The flame deep in Hawk's eyes surged at this moment. His recently retracted fist shot out like lightning, striking the falling sandbag with the precision of a snake's tongue. The sandbag suddenly caved inward, emitting a pained thud, and the chain connecting it finally gave way, snapping directly.
The sandbag, freed from the iron chain's restraint, flew backward, letting out a mournful cry in the air before crashing heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Boom!"
"Whew!"
With today's ten thousand punches completed, Hawk looked at the torn sandbag lying on the floor. Only then did he exhale the stale air he had been holding, his chest rising and falling slightly as he steadied his breathing.
Sweat flowed freely down his face, gathering at the tip of his chin, then dripping onto the leg of his cheap sweatpants beneath his feet.
Of course.
"Cheap" was relative.
To others, these pants, worth twelve U.S. dollars, might be cheap, even very cheap.
But for Hawk, it was not the case.
After all…
In this life, he was an orphan, and an orphan who had transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
If it weren't for his excellent academic performance in this life, which earned him a scholarship to Midtown High School, let's just say that the tens of thousands of dollars in tuition fees each semester would have been something he could never afford.
But even with the scholarship, Hawk still lived frugally.
It wasn't that he had a good habit of being frugal, but rather that although he received a school scholarship, it wasn't the highest tier.
At least, it wasn't like the one received by Gwen Stacy, the student assistant in the same grade.
Gwen Stacy received the highest tier scholarship.
Not only did she not have to pay for schooling, but the school even provided a sum of money each semester, not to mention the various knowledge competitions with exceptionally generous prizes.
Hawk's scholarship was the most common type, which only exempted him from tuition fees.
After all, his grades could only be considered excellent, not exceptionally excellent.
However, Hawk was content with this.
Midtown High School waived his tuition fees. For federal orphans like him, who were between sixteen and eighteen years old and in what was called the "independent transition period," and had no foster family, the school provided a monthly subsidy of eight hundred U.S. dollars.
And because Midtown High School, which he got into, was an elite school in New York State, New York State also provided a monthly subsidy of five hundred U.S. dollars.
Calculated this way, he could earn thirteen hundred U.S. dollars a month.
This amount might not be enough for an adult living in New York City, but for Hawk, who was still receiving federal orphan benefits and attending school tuition-free, it was currently sufficient.
Even more than enough.
After all, he ate at school, and slept in a cheap federal welfare apartment.
With a monthly subsidy income of thirteen hundred, minus five hundred U.S. dollars for basic living expenses each month, he could still save eight hundred U.S. dollars a month.
What?
Five hundred isn't enough?
Again, that's the point.
It might not be enough for an adult, but for Hawk, it was still sufficient.
Every afternoon, he would complete his "Ten Thousand Punches Daily" routine at the gymnasium, then take a shower there and wash his clothes. Afterward, he would take the last free school bus home, go to sleep upon arriving, and then take the earliest school bus to school the next day.
He didn't even have utility bills, let alone phone or internet bills.
He was an orphan.
One person full, the whole family not hungry.
Who could he call, and who would call him?
As for internet fees?
Heh heh.
He didn't even have a computer. Anyway, when he needed to use the internet, the school library had public computers, and even printing was free.
So…
Although he started this reborn life as an orphan, Hawk felt he was doing alright.
He could save eight hundred U.S. dollars every month, and even every now and then, he could go to a similarly cheap fried chicken restaurant and order a large bucket of fried chicken, considering it a way to replenish his energy.
By now, he had accumulated over thirty thousand U.S. dollars in savings.
Feeling great.
Of course.
It would be even better if there were fewer people of color at the fried chicken restaurant.
After a while.
Standing still, Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, slowly opened them, looking at the sandbag that had fallen onto the floor, seemingly lost in thought.
Because he wasn't looking at the sandbag, but at a prompt box that appeared before his eyes.
To be precise, it was his cheat.
"Little Universe Cultivation!"
"Current Status: 'Not Activated'"
"Activation Condition: 'Consecutive thousand days, ten thousand punches'"
"Activation Progress: '999 / 1000'"
"Soon!"
"Soon."
"It will be activated tomorrow."
Hawk looked at the activation progress displayed in the prompt box that only he could see, his heart warming, wishing that time could instantly warp to tomorrow.
This cheat came online when he was fifteen in this life.
To be precise, it came online on September 10, 2009.
He remembered it especially clearly.
Because that day happened to be the day of the battle between Hulk and Abomination in New York City.
So he didn't slack off at all.
Once the cheat arrived, he started training!
No choice.
Who made the World he transmigrated to the Marvel Universe, where "superheroes walk everywhere, extraordinary beings are not as good as dogs, and cosmic deities roam freely"?
Before the cheat, if he wanted to lie down, he would lie down.
But now that the cheat had arrived, would he still lie down?
Then wouldn't the cheat have come for nothing?
So…
From the day the cheat came online, Hawk maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily.
Not one day less.
Rain or shine.
Unwavering.
In short, one sentence.
Food, one can skip.
Punching, one cannot skip.
To this day.
He had maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily for nine hundred ninety-nine consecutive days.
Now…
The dawn of victory was finally approaching!
…
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chapter-1 Cultivating the Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please Collect!!)
Chapter 1: Cultivating a Little Universe in the Marvel Universe (Please collect!)
Marvel Universe.
June 15, 2012.
Friday.
Midtown High School, New York City.
Hawk, seventeen years old this year, was sweating profusely in the old gymnasium.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
One after another, impactful sounds continuously rang out. As the black sandbag suspended in mid-air was repeatedly struck by Hawk, the iron chains suspending the sandbag also emitted a harsh sound the moment the black sandbag swung up.
Hawk's hair was already soaked with sweat.
Sweat trickled down his prominent cheekbones, flowed over his taut jawline, and finally dripped onto the collar of his old T-shirt, which was also already damp with sweat.
But Hawk's gaze never left the sandbag.
He was completely focused.
At this moment, the sandbag in front of him was his entire World.
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-one!"
"Nine thousand nine hundred fifty-two!"
"…"
Hawk adjusted his footwork, silently counting in his mind, while deftly dodging the returning swing of the sandbag with a side-step. Without any pause, he delivered left hooks, right swings… every punch connecting, the sandbag swayed violently under his storm-like assault, and the leather surface of the sandbag appeared even more worn and torn from the repeated impacts.
Punch out.
Pull back.
Punch out again.
With each punch thrown, Hawk's movements seemed to gradually quicken.
Faster and faster.
Until…
"Ten thousand!"
"Bang!"
The flame deep in Hawk's eyes surged at this moment. His recently retracted fist shot out like lightning, striking the falling sandbag with the precision of a snake's tongue. The sandbag suddenly caved inward, emitting a pained thud, and the chain connecting it finally gave way, snapping directly.
The sandbag, freed from the iron chain's restraint, flew backward, letting out a mournful cry in the air before crashing heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Boom!"
"Whew!"
With today's ten thousand punches completed, Hawk looked at the torn sandbag lying on the floor. Only then did he exhale the stale air he had been holding, his chest rising and falling slightly as he steadied his breathing.
Sweat flowed freely down his face, gathering at the tip of his chin, then dripping onto the leg of his cheap sweatpants beneath his feet.
Of course.
"Cheap" was relative.
To others, these pants, worth twelve U.S. dollars, might be cheap, even very cheap.
But for Hawk, it was not the case.
After all…
In this life, he was an orphan, and an orphan who had transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
If it weren't for his excellent academic performance in this life, which earned him a scholarship to Midtown High School, let's just say that the tens of thousands of dollars in tuition fees each semester would have been something he could never afford.
But even with the scholarship, Hawk still lived frugally.
It wasn't that he had a good habit of being frugal, but rather that although he received a school scholarship, it wasn't the highest tier.
At least, it wasn't like the one received by Gwen Stacy, the student assistant in the same grade.
Gwen Stacy received the highest tier scholarship.
Not only did she not have to pay for schooling, but the school even provided a sum of money each semester, not to mention the various knowledge competitions with exceptionally generous prizes.
Hawk's scholarship was the most common type, which only exempted him from tuition fees.
After all, his grades could only be considered excellent, not exceptionally excellent.
However, Hawk was content with this.
Midtown High School waived his tuition fees. For federal orphans like him, who were between sixteen and eighteen years old and in what was called the "independent transition period," and had no foster family, the school provided a monthly subsidy of eight hundred U.S. dollars.
And because Midtown High School, which he got into, was an elite school in New York State, New York State also provided a monthly subsidy of five hundred U.S. dollars.
Calculated this way, he could earn thirteen hundred U.S. dollars a month.
This amount might not be enough for an adult living in New York City, but for Hawk, who was still receiving federal orphan benefits and attending school tuition-free, it was currently sufficient.
Even more than enough.
After all, he ate at school, and slept in a cheap federal welfare apartment.
With a monthly subsidy income of thirteen hundred, minus five hundred U.S. dollars for basic living expenses each month, he could still save eight hundred U.S. dollars a month.
What?
Five hundred isn't enough?
Again, that's the point.
It might not be enough for an adult, but for Hawk, it was still sufficient.
Every afternoon, he would complete his "Ten Thousand Punches Daily" routine at the gymnasium, then take a shower there and wash his clothes. Afterward, he would take the last free school bus home, go to sleep upon arriving, and then take the earliest school bus to school the next day.
He didn't even have utility bills, let alone phone or internet bills.
He was an orphan.
One person full, the whole family not hungry.
Who could he call, and who would call him?
As for internet fees?
Heh heh.
He didn't even have a computer. Anyway, when he needed to use the internet, the school library had public computers, and even printing was free.
So…
Although he started this reborn life as an orphan, Hawk felt he was doing alright.
He could save eight hundred U.S. dollars every month, and even every now and then, he could go to a similarly cheap fried chicken restaurant and order a large bucket of fried chicken, considering it a way to replenish his energy.
By now, he had accumulated over thirty thousand U.S. dollars in savings.
Feeling great.
Of course.
It would be even better if there were fewer people of color at the fried chicken restaurant.
After a while.
Standing still, Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, slowly opened them, looking at the sandbag that had fallen onto the floor, seemingly lost in thought.
Because he wasn't looking at the sandbag, but at a prompt box that appeared before his eyes.
To be precise, it was his cheat.
"Little Universe Cultivation!"
"Current Status: 'Not Activated'"
"Activation Condition: 'Consecutive thousand days, ten thousand punches'"
"Activation Progress: '999 / 1000'"
"Soon!"
"Soon."
"It will be activated tomorrow."
Hawk looked at the activation progress displayed in the prompt box that only he could see, his heart warming, wishing that time could instantly warp to tomorrow.
This cheat came online when he was fifteen in this life.
To be precise, it came online on September 10, 2009.
He remembered it especially clearly.
Because that day happened to be the day of the battle between Hulk and Abomination in New York City.
So he didn't slack off at all.
Once the cheat arrived, he started training!
No choice.
Who made the World he transmigrated to the Marvel Universe, where "superheroes walk everywhere, extraordinary beings are not as good as dogs, and cosmic deities roam freely"?
Before the cheat, if he wanted to lie down, he would lie down.
But now that the cheat had arrived, would he still lie down?
Then wouldn't the cheat have come for nothing?
So…
From the day the cheat came online, Hawk maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily.
Not one day less.
Rain or shine.
Unwavering.
In short, one sentence.
Food, one can skip.
Punching, one cannot skip.
To this day.
He had maintained the habit of throwing ten thousand punches daily for nine hundred ninety-nine consecutive days.
Now…
The dawn of victory was finally approaching!
…
New book by a new author, begging for collections, with two hundred thousand words in reserve, a desperate battle!!
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chapter-2 Lightning Thompson and Nerd Parker (signed, please
Chapter 2: Flash Thompson and Nerd Parker (Signed, please collect!)
A thousand days.
Two years, nine months, and five days.
After completing today's task, Hawke, who was showering in the gym's changing room, once again summoned the system interface visible only to himself.
He looked at the progress bar, which was just one day short of being completed and activating the 'Little Universe Cultivation', and still felt as if he was dreaming.
After all…
Punching ten thousand times daily, continuously for a thousand days, sounds easy, but it's very difficult to do.
Hawke sometimes didn't know how he managed to persist.
Perhaps it was because he was inherently a person who refused to admit defeat?
Or, it was related to this being the Marvel Universe.
Hawke didn't know.
But…
One thing was certain.
"One day."
"Just one day left."
After today, he would be able to activate the system tomorrow.
"Little Universe Cultivation…"
"I wonder if it's the one I'm thinking of."
Hawke thought to himself.
In his memory, there was only one thing that could be linked to 'Little Universe Cultivation'.
If it really was what he was thinking of.
Then…
The future is promising!
According to the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, all things are composed of atoms, and there is also a miniature Universe within the human body.
That is, the Little Universe!
Cultivating the Little Universe means continuously stimulating one's life's original energy, successfully activating the Little Universe hidden within one's body, continuously cultivating to enhance one's Little Universe, and then burning one's Little Universe to gain combat power that transcends physical laws.
Hawke remembered that in his previous life, there was an anime that depicted the Little Universe.
The name of that anime was—
saint seiya!
Bronze Saint who controls the first five senses and touches the Sixth Sense.
Silver Saint who comprehends the Sixth Sense and touches the Seventh Sense.
And the Gold Saint who comprehends and completely masters the Seventh Sense.
But above the Seventh Sense, there is also the Eighth Sense, and even the Ninth Sense…
Hawke's mind recalled fragmented scenes of that saint seiya from his previous life.
The next second.
Hawke came back to his senses, seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
He wasn't even sure if this Little Universe from his system was the one from his memory, so why think so much?
Moreover…
He also had no thoughts of punching Odin or kicking Zeus.
The most important point.
He had been transmigrated to this World for seventeen years, and even before he was fifteen, before the system came online, he had already prepared himself mentally to face this brutal World without a system.
So…
"Mindset is very important."
"The greater the expectation now, the greater the disappointment if it turns out not to be the case."
Hawke thought so,拂 away the distracting thoughts in his mind, wrung out the washed T-shirt in his hand, placed it with the freshly washed pants in a plastic bag nearby, then, while wrapping himself in a bath towel, wiped his hair with a towel and pushed open the cubicle door.
With a thud!
The shower room door was pushed open, and then a somewhat thin figure seemed to be pushed in from outside.
The thin figure staggered a few steps, then landed on his butt, falling onto the tiled floor of the shower room.
"This is…"
"Peter?"
Hawke raised an eyebrow, looking at the first generation Spider-Woman who was pushed in from outside and fell onto the ground.
Peter also saw Hawke, who had walked out of the shower room.
His expression was a bit awkward.
Just as he was about to greet Hawke, who was in the same grade as him but with whom he had never really interacted, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.
Immediately after, Flash Thompson, nicknamed 'Flash' and also known as the 'Midtown Bully', a tall and well-built Captain of the school's football team, walked in from outside, carrying a football and accompanied by his three followers, laughing.
The next second.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Hawke, who had just come out of the cubicle, one hand wiping his wet hair, the other holding a plastic bag with his washed clothes, and his lower body wrapped in a bath towel, also looked at Flash Thompson after he entered.
Flash Thompson was tall and well-built.
Hawke was no less so.
Having continuously persisted for nine hundred ninety-nine days, maintaining a daily exercise volume of ten thousand punches, Hawke also possessed a lean and powerful physique.
And this was different from the muscles developed in gyms through technology and harsh words.
His arm lines were full of power, not overly exaggerated or bulging, but refined with explosive force.
The bath towel was tied around his waist, creating a shallow indentation above his hip bones, further emphasizing his narrow waist and abdomen. The outline of his abdominal muscles was clearly visible, eight neatly arranged, like meticulously sculpted armor.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
It is well known.
In U.S. schools, there is a very clear chain of contempt, or rather, bullying.
Logically speaking, Hawke, who started as an orphan with no parents, would, from a family background perspective alone, be in the bullied camp.
But unfortunately, he wasn't.
This wasn't because he had previously dealt with the school bullies, so they knew he wasn't to be trifled with.
The reason why the school bullies didn't provoke him was very simple.
After all…
Whether from his appearance or his physique, he, Hawke, would in no way be associated with the words 'easy to bully'.
Of course.
Over these three years, the school bullies had not provoked him, and he naturally had no intention of standing up for others.
No one is anyone's savior.
This time was no different.
Hawke retracted his gaze, took out clean T-shirts and pants from the backpack on the rest chair, put them on, then put the plastic bag into the backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and walked towards Flash Thompson, who was standing at the shower room's main entrance.
Flash Thompson frowned, looking at Hawke who stopped in front of him.
He knew Hawke.
After all, it would be difficult for him not to know someone who continuously practiced ten thousand punches in a corner of the gym every day for over two years.
But to say they were close, that was completely untrue.
Because Hawke never participated in any gatherings or parties; although he could be seen at school every day, Hawke seemed to live in a parallel World by himself.
Flash Thompson watched Hawke stop in front of him.
"Haw…"
"Excuse me, please."
"…"
Flash Thompson subconsciously moved aside, and his three followers behind him, who had originally wanted to say something, also moved aside, obeying their inner call the moment their eyes met Hawke's calm blue eyes, which seemed indifferent to everything.
"Thank you."
Hawke looked at Flash Thompson, who had moved aside, thanked him calmly, and then left the shower room on his own.
Flash Thompson watched Hawke's disappearing back, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
Just then.
The three followers exclaimed.
"Holy shit."
"Boss, Peter ran away."
"What?"
Flash Thompson snapped back, looking at Peter Parker, who had run out behind Hawke when he wasn't paying attention, immediately reacted and roared.
"Chase him!"
"Nerd Parker, stop right there!"
"…"
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Chapter 4: Burn, My Little Universe! (Please collect!)
Once midnight passed!
On the rooftop of the apartment building.
Hawk was punching.
There was no sandbag.
Nor were there any fighting techniques.
Hawk didn't even move; he just stood there, eyes slightly closed, and then, as if in a trance, he threw punch after punch at the air in front of him.
This time, he wasn't pursuing speed, but seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment.
Although before this, with every punch, he would feel an unusual sensation in his heart.
But tonight, this feeling was even stronger.
Hawk felt as if he had entered an existence that, no matter how one observed it, was infinitely dark.
But...
With each of his punches, this infinite darkness would emit a glimmer of light.
If Hawk were to look up and observe at this moment, he would discover something even more peculiar.
That is—
The Bronze Constellations, composed of forty-eight constellations, including Pegasus, dragon, Cygnus, Phoenix, and Lacerta, which he could observe with his naked eyes, scattered across the night sky, also responded and flickered with each of his punches.
Yes.
It wasn't a single constellation responding, but all of them.
All forty-eight Bronze Constellations were responding to Hawk's punches.
One punch, one punch... and another punch.
Hawk was punching very slowly this time, but at the same time, very quickly.
Although he ensured that he fully retracted each punch before throwing the next, often, before the afterimage of the first punch had completely disappeared, the afterimage of the second punch had already appeared.
Following that, the third, fourth, fifth punches, and so on until now.
Fists filled the sky!
Just then, a sudden roar echoed in Hawk's mind.
The sound was almost inaudible, yet it was like a great bell.
Bang!
A wisp of Fire appeared with this sound, and as this wisp of Fire emerged, the stars, which had completely projected into infinite space through reality under Hawk's repeated punches, rippled out like waves, quietly parting the thick black curtain.
Initially, it was just a tremor.
Immediately after, this tremor suddenly expanded, like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe, and the stars adorning the infinite darkness suddenly exploded—
Inside Hawk's body, an invisible and intangible wall collapsed with a crash under the energy released by what seemed like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe, and a power that had slept for billions of years suddenly awakened.
Whoosh!
Hawk, with his eyes slightly closed, opened them.
The moment he opened his eyes, deep within them, the flame no longer merely bloomed and then quietly extinguished as it had before.
This time, the flame fully bloomed.
Boom!!
Hawk felt as if all the blood around his body was surging and roaring, every tiny cell within him vibrating madly, like ten thousand stars expanding simultaneously, and under this violent vibration and expansion, every inch, every piece of bone was constantly being crushed and broken, only to be reshaped in the blink of an eye by this terrifying force, as if undergoing the birth of a celestial body.
Buzz!
A buzzing sound came to Hawk's ears, and then he felt his vision blur, and he saw a miraculous scene.
He saw the particles that made up his flesh violently rotating, burning, and collapsing, finally enacting something like the Big Bang at the beginning of the Universe.
He saw the blood flowing beneath his skin, like a boiling, roaring river of stars.
He even saw his beating heart, each beat like the primal and eternal pulse of creation of the Universe, sending out invisible ripples in the infinite void.
The next moment.
A sudden inspiration came to him.
The moment Hawk clenched his right fist, his heel ground into the earth, his foot like a plow, and as he shattered the rooftop slab, his entire body's center of gravity shifted backward.
Retreat.
And then...
Punch!
Hawk let out a low growl that didn't come from his throat, but from the explosion of his soul!
"Burn, my Little Universe!!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The surrounding air rippled out like Water at this moment.
The surrounding space shattered like glass at this moment.
The flow of time around him seemed to be brutally torn apart at this moment.
Air, space, and even time, under Hawk's punch, seemed to have come to a standstill.
The next second.
"Hiss!"
The air let out a shriek as it was torn apart.
"Bang bang!"
Space wailed as it was crushed.
"Rumble!"
Time was completely shattered by this strike.
But immediately after, a brand new timeline instantly replaced the shattered one.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The outer wall glass of the adjacent apartment building, across the road from Hawk's current apartment, shattered and disintegrated with a deafening sound under the force of that punch.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Woah!"
"Woah!"
The vehicles parked on the road opposite seemed to be suddenly pressed down by an invisible giant hand descending from the sky.
The car windows also shattered, and then the car alarms went off, emitting sharp warning sounds one after another.
At the same time!
Kamar-Taj!
"Hmm?"
"Teacher?"
The mystics of the Sanctum looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, who had suddenly let out a confused sound.
The Sorcerer Supreme, clad in yellow robes, lowered her gaze to the Sanctum's relic hanging around her neck—the Eye of Agamotto.
Ancient One formed a hand seal, and the Eye of Agamotto slowly rotated and then opened, a ghostly green light emanating from the incredibly mysterious and profound ghostly green gem within it.
This gem has a common name in the Marvel Universe.
Time Stone!
It allows the user to reach any point in time, thereby performing time travel, no matter how distant the past, or how far the future.
The Time Stone controls all known and unknown timelines; controlling the Time Stone is equivalent to controlling time.
"This is?"
"The future has been changed?"
"..."
Ancient One formed another hand seal, closed the Eye of Agamotto, stood up, and disappeared from her original spot.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, you have activated Little Universe cultivation!"
"Ding!"
"It has been my honor to be with you for a thousand days. The cheat is about to be unbound. I look forward to our next meeting!"
"Finally, the Little Universe cultivation method is a method of combat, a method of holy war. Grow in battle, sublimate in battle!"
"Goodbye!"
The mechanical voice of the cheat echoed in Hawk's mind.
A thousand days ago, the cheat quietly came online.
A thousand days later, the cheat quietly went offline again.
It came quietly.
It left quietly.
By this time, it was already bright outside.
"Holy sh*t!"
"What happened?"
"My glass."
"Ah, my car."
"Who the hell did this?"
"Wait a minute."
"Look, what's that?"
"Holy sh*t..."
"Jesus Christ."
Hawk, standing on the apartment rooftop, heard various clamors as if they were right by his ears, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the rift in the sky above Manhattan, torn by a ghostly blue light.
Hawk was instantly stunned.
"Hiss!"
"Did I just punch a hole in the sky?"
"..."
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