Chapter 2

One thousand days.

Two years, nine months, and five days.

Having completed today's task and currently taking a shower in the gym's shower room, Hawk once again summons the cheat interface visible only to himself, looking at the progress bar that is just one day away from completion and activating 'Cosmo Cultivation', still feeling as if he is dreaming.

After all...

Throwing ten thousand punches a day, for one thousand consecutive days without interruption, is easy to say, but very difficult to do.

Hawk sometimes doesn't even know how he persisted.

Perhaps it is because he has an unyielding personality?

Or perhaps, it has to do with this being the Marvel Universe.

Hawk doesn't know either.

But...

One thing is certain.

"One day."

"Just one day left."

Once today passes, he can activate the cheat tomorrow.

"Cosmo Cultivation..."

"I wonder if it's the one I have in mind."

Hawk thinks to himself.

In his memory, there is only one thing that can be linked to 'Cosmo Cultivation'.

If it really is what he has in mind.

Then...

The future is promising!

According to the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, all things are made of atoms, and there is also a miniature universe within the human body.

That is, the Cosmo!

And cultivating the Cosmo is to successfully activate the Cosmo hidden within one's body by constantly stimulating one's own life source energy, improve one's Cosmo through constant cultivation, and then obtain combat power that transcends physical laws by burning one's own Cosmo.

Hawk remembers that there was an anime work in his previous life that described the Cosmo.

The name of that anime is—

Saint Seiya!

Bronze Saints who control the first five senses and touch the sixth sense.

Silver Saints who comprehend the sixth sense and touch the seventh sense.

And Gold Saints who comprehend and thoroughly master the seventh sense.

But above the seventh sense, there is the eighth sense, and even the ninth sense...

Hawk recalls the fragmented images of that Saint Seiya anime from his previous life in his mind.

The next second.

Hawk comes back to his senses, seems to have thought of something, and cannot help but shake his head and smile.

He is not even sure if the Cosmo of his cheat is the one in his memory, so why think so much.

And...

He doesn't have any thoughts of punching Odin or kicking Zeus.

The most important point.

He has transmigrated into this world for seventeen years, and even before he was fifteen, before the cheat went online, he had already prepared himself psychologically to face this bloody world without a cheat.

So...

"Mindset is very important."

"The higher the expectation now, if it turns out not to be it, the greater the disappointment will be."

Hawk thinks to himself, brushes away the distracting thoughts in his mind, wrings out the washed T-shirt in his hand, puts it in a plastic bag on the side along with the just-washed pants, then wraps himself in a bath towel while wiping his hair with a towel and pushes open the shower stall door.

With a thud!

The shower room door is pushed open, and immediately after, a figure that looks somewhat thin seems to have been pushed in from the outside.

The thin figure stumbles a few steps, then lands on their buttocks, falling onto the tiled floor of the shower room.

"This is..."

"Peter?"

Hawk raises an eyebrow as he looks at the original Spider-Man who was pushed in from the outside and fell on his buttocks.

Peter also sees Hawk walking out of the shower room at this moment.

His expression is a bit awkward.

Just as he is about to greet Hawk, who is in the same grade but has never really interacted with him, laughter comes from outside the door.

Immediately after, Flash Thompson, who has the nickname 'Flash' and also the moniker 'Midtown Bully', is tall and sturdy, and is also the captain of the school football team, walks in from outside with a football, laughing with his three followers.

The next second.

The laughter stops abruptly.

Hawk, who just came out of the stall, wiping his wet hair with one hand, holding the plastic bag with washed clothes in the other, and wrapped in a bath towel on his lower body, also fixes his gaze on Flash Thompson after he enters.

Flash Thompson is tall and sturdy.

Hawk is no worse.

Hawk, who has persisted for nine hundred and ninety-nine consecutive days without interruption, maintaining a workload of ten thousand punches every day, also possesses a body of lean and tough muscles.

And this is not like the muscles concocted by technology and harsh words in the gyms outside.

His arm lines are full of power, not overly exaggerated, but refined and containing explosive force.

The bath towel is tied at the waist and abdomen, creating a shallow indentation above the hip bone, making the waist and abdomen look even tighter. The contours of the abdominal muscles are clearly visible, eight neatly arranged, like meticulously carved armor.

Eyes meet.

The air seems to have solidified at this moment.

As everyone knows.

In American schools, there is a very clear contempt, or bullying chain.

Logically speaking, Hawk, who started as an orphan with no father or mother, is in the camp of being bullied just from the perspective of family background.

Unfortunately, that is not the case.

This is not because he once dealt with the school bullies, so the school bullies know he is not to be trifled with.

The reason why the school bullies don't come to provoke him is also very simple.

After all...

Whether it is from his appearance or his physique, he, Hawk, in any case, will not be associated with the words 'easy to bully'.

Of course.

For the past three years, the school bullies haven't come to provoke him, and naturally, he doesn't have any thoughts of standing up for others.

No one is anyone's savior.

This time is the same.

Hawk withdraws his gaze, takes out a clean T-shirt and pants from the backpack on the rest chair and puts them back on, then puts the plastic bag into the backpack, carries it on one shoulder behind his back, and walks towards Flash Thompson standing at the entrance of the shower room.

Flash Thompson frowns, looking at Hawk who walks in front of him.

He knows Hawk.

After all, it's hard not to know someone who has been punching ten thousand times by himself in the corner of the gym every day for more than two years.

But to say they are familiar, that is absolutely not the case.

Because Hawk never participates in any gatherings or parties. Although he can be seen at school every day, Hawk seems to live in a parallel world by himself.

Flash Thompson looks at Hawk who stops in front of him.

"Haw..."

"Excuse me, let me pass."

"..."

Flash Thompson subconsciously moves aside. The three followers behind him originally wanted to say something, but the moment they made contact with Hawk's blue eyes that seemed not to care about anything, they also followed their inner calling and moved aside.

"Thanks."

Hawk looks at Flash Thompson who cleared the way, says thanks in a calm tone, and then leaves the shower room by himself.

Flash Thompson looks at Hawk's disappearing back, frowning, not knowing what he is thinking.

Just then.

The three followers let out an exclamation.

"Holy shit."

"Boss, Peter ran away."

"What?"

Flash Thompson comes back to his senses, looks at Peter Parker who ran out behind Hawk while he wasn't paying attention, and immediately reacts, roaring.

"Chase him."

"Nerd Parker, stop right there."

"..."