Chapter 1157: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 630

After all—

Whether it is the sister of this universe, the sister of the main 616 timeline, or the sister of this timeline, they are all his sisters.

Pity, searching the entire main multiverse, one cannot find a fourth biological sister.

Because the only biological sisters he can count as such and acknowledge are these three.

Even if the dubious version of himself that the Celestials are currently concocting also has a sister, I'm sorry, that sister is not his sister.

Very quickly.

After arranging the respective tasks for the two women at home, Hawkeye, under their gaze, directly used the power of the 'Space Gem' to open a gate to the 'Hell Dimension', then immediately stepped a foot into the Hell Dimension.

The next second.

The unique scent of Hell, where even the air was filled with endless ash and a strong smell of sulfur, instantly reached Hawkeye's nose.

Indeed.

Whether it is Mephisto of this universe, Mephisto of the Mutant universe, or Mephisto here, their governance of their home base's environment is equally crude, resembling the room of an unhygienic, lonely old man who has lived alone for eight or nine hundred years.

Hawkeye thought to himself, then determined the direction, and while flying towards the direction of the Hell Tavern on his own, his calm voice echoed across the entire Hell.

"Mephisto, the tavern awaits you."

"Hehe!"

Mephisto, who was in his own palace pondering what conditions he should propose if Kamar-Taj was unwilling to give up Doctor Strange, heard the voice echoing above Hell, first froze in surprise, then his demonic eyes rolled, followed by two hideous, grotesque laughs, then he rose and likewise left his palace, flying towards the tavern.

By the time Mephisto arrived at the Hell Tavern, Hawkeye had already turned the tables, currently mixing drinks behind the tavern's bar.

Hawkeye, who was holding the fine wine treasured by this Mephisto to mix, heard the door push open and did not turn his head.

"Sit."

"Hehe!"

After Mephisto reacted, he walked towards the bar while laughing "Hehe" and looking at the drink-mixing Hawkeye: "There is a saying in the East of Earth: 'If one offers kindness without cause, it is either treachery or theft.'"

Hawkeye did not raise his head.

"Do you also manage the souls of the East?"

"No."

"Then are you an Easterner?"

"No."

"Very good."

Hawkeye raised his head, smiled, and pushed the mixed bourbon over to Mephisto, who had already sat down opposite him: "Then you are neither a treacherous person nor a thief."

This statement...

Can it be understood this way?

Mephisto heard this sentence, then looked at the expression on Hawkeye's face, felt slightly dazed for a moment, then looked at the bourbon placed before him and laughed "Hehe" once more.

"You have a request of me!"

"Wow, you can see that even? Impressive!"

Hawkeye feigned an exaggerated expression and gave a thumbs-up to Mephisto, who had exposed his purpose for coming.

This time Mephisto did not laugh "Hehe", but changed to a "Hehe" chuckle: "A deity from another universe, who has descended in the form of a soul, and even comes here to mix drinks for me, must have something on his mind, and I am also very certain of one thing."

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, what?"

"You also want me to help for free."

"... Alright."

Hawkeye met Mephisto's eyes, which were squinted into a single line, opened his mouth, then shrugged, acting as if he had been seen through, and raised the wine glass in his hand towards Mephisto: "Since you have seen through me, I won't pretend anymore, I'll lay my cards on the table. Yes, I am here to ask for your help."

Mephisto laughed upon hearing this.

"Making a deal with a demon requires paying a price."

"I have already paid."

"Oh."

"If you don't believe me, ask Death."

"..."

Mephisto, who had already started thinking in his heart about how to cut Hawkeye a deal, to the point where a rat-like smile began to appear on his face, heard Hawkeye's words, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Hawkeye, meanwhile, looked at Mephisto before him with a smile: "The price has already been paid to Death. If you don't believe it, you can go ask Death."

The smile on Mephisto's face vanished completely; he looked at Hawkeye, and his eyes began to become deep.

"You are using Death to pressure me."

"Just stating the facts."

Hawkeye's expression did not change: "Once again, if you don't believe it, go ask Death. The price has already been given to Death."

As everyone knows.

No matter which Mephisto it is, they all share one common point: their direct superior is Death, one of the five primordial deities of creation.

Hawkeye initially thought that this Mephisto here needed to be trained before he would obey properly.

But as he stepped through the dimensional gate, he suddenly thought of another method.

If his true body had descended, he would have a hundred ways to make this Mephisto here obey obediently.

But currently, he had only descended as a soul; although he could activate the powers of the four Infinity Gems, without attracting the attention of this universe's instinct, the power he could call upon was still very small.

At the very least, if this Mephisto here belonged to the type who would rather die than submit, he would have no way to make Mephisto obey obediently.

But he could not, did not mean others could not.

As everyone knows, there is such a supreme art in the Jianghu.

The name of this move was also thunderously famous.

It is called!

Call the Parents.

Although dragging Death into this at this moment might make him owe Death a favor, it was still better than being extorted by Mephisto, whose personality was that of someone who would climb up the pole as soon as it was offered.

One sentence.

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

Moreover, he was not afraid of Mephisto going to verify it with Death on the spot; after all, once Death learned of it, she would surely be very happy to find that she owed him a favor again.

So—

Watching the calm expression on Hawk's face before him, the expression on Mephisto's face began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a dye factory had opened.

After a long while.

After Mephisto's face had repeatedly shifted between green and pale, he looked at Hawk: "You just want a soul, right? Fine, here it is. Now, you can leave my Hell."

At this moment, he no longer felt inner joy toward Hawk, who had come uninvited and turned the tables, but was filled with utter disgust.

Good heavens.

He had originally thought Hawk was there to negotiate terms with him, but instead, Hawk didn't even pay him any mind and went straight to interface with his direct superior.

This behavior...

Was despicable.

Unforgivable.

Simply shameless!

Mephisto thought this in his heart, then watched Hawk standing before him, unmoved, still smiling calmly while sipping the bourbon in his cup.

"You don't want that person's soul?"

"I do."

"Then why haven't you left? Take that soul and leave my Hell."

"I still need you to help me with something."

"..."

Hearing this, Mephisto's expression fell silent once more, then he silently looked at Hawk: "I have already helped you."

Hawk smiled: "Yes, but I still need you to help me with something."

Mephisto laughed.

He 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 Weasel seeking recognition."

Looking at Mephisto who was asking for recognition, Hawk replied as such, then seeing the extremely resistant expression on Mephisto's face, he did not force the issue.

He simply shrugged, putting down the bourbon in his hand.

"If you won't contact Death, fine, then I will con..."

"Let's plan it out!"

Watching Hawk's movement, Mephisto hurriedly reached out, grasping Hawk's arm, and looked at Hawk with a serious expression: "How should I help you?"

He indeed very much wanted to confront Death.

But absolutely not right now.

Although Death had always been in a state of non-supervision regarding them, these Lords of Hell, Death held the authority to make a final decision for them.

Once again.

The divine authority of all Lords of Hell was granted by Death; if Death said you could, you could; if Death said you couldn't, even if you could, you couldn't.

Moreover, Death was unpredictable in her moods; one only needed to refer to how Death had played havoc with Thanos in a certain timeline to know this, so the Lords of Hell did not really want to meet their direct superior.

Let alone going on the spot to ask Death if this matter was true.

This was not a workplace; if Death got angry, it wouldn't be as simple as being fired, but rather disappearing entirely.

Watching Mephisto, who was holding his arm and whose eyes had become clear, Hawk also smiled.

"If it is too much of a strain, then forget it; I can ask Death directly."

"It is not a strain."

"Really?"

Mephisto's eyes were clear.

"These are words from the depths of my heart!"

"..."