Chapter 270: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 139

In short.

The three women were in the kitchen, enjoying a harmonious time together.

The three men were in the living room, drinking and boasting.

Well.

Mainly Thor and Tony were drinking.

Hawkeye did not drink.

He would only be nineteen after this Christmas; there were still three years until the legal drinking age of twenty-one.

The Hell Tavern at the edge of life and death did not count.

In a word.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; the Hell Tavern had no law forbidding those under twenty-one from drinking.

At this moment, Hawkeye was gripping Mjolnir on the table with his hand, trying to lift it.

Thor, sitting beside him, held a beer, watching the scene with a calm expression, seemingly not at all worried that Hawkeye could lift his Lei Shenzhichui.

The fact was indeed so.

Even Hawkeye, who could now hold up a hill with one palm and do so without turning red or panting, still could not budge the Lei Shenzhichui.

After all...

The hammerhead of this hammer was forged from a dead star.

Simply put, there were only two ways to lift this Lei Shenzhichui.

The first was the Lei Shenzhichui's own recognition, such as Thor and the future Jane.

The second was that you harbored justice, your heart was pure, and you met the conditions to wield the Lei Shenzhichui, such as Captain America.

But besides these, there was a third way.

Lift this hammer with absolute power.

When you can hold up a star with one hand, you can lift this Lei Shenzhichui with absolute power.

However, the current Hawkeye obviously could not do it.

However...

On the way home after the gathering.

Gwen, driving toward Palm Street, glanced curiously at Hawkeye in the passenger seat: "Hawkeye, you have challenged Thor so many times; your strength should be no different from Thor's."

Hawkeye nodded: "Yes."

In these ten challenges, under the premise of only burning the Little Universe without unleashing it, his wins and losses against Lei Shen were basically fifty-fifty.

Gwen blinked her eyes.

"Then are you a god now?"

"No."

"Then you and Thor..."

"He has not fully mastered his divine authority."

Hawkeye already knew what Gwen wanted to ask; he smiled and explained: "If Thor had completely mastered his Lei Ting divine authority, in ten challenges, it would be quite good if I won once."

Although he now also possessed the Phoenix's two great authorities: immortality and nirvana.

But he was not a god after all.

After comprehending the Sixth Sense, his life level had already undergone a transformation, but there was still a long way to go before being called a god.

You must know that comprehending the Eighth Sense was merely touching the edges of a god.

The Ninth Sense was hailed as the realm of gods; only by comprehending the Ninth Sense could one truly be called a god.

The current Hawkeye...

was indefinitely far away from even the Seventh Sense, let alone the Ninth Sense.

Actually, Thor was much the same.

Both possessed divine authorities, but neither of their divine authorities could be applied to others.

For example, Hawkeye's Nirvana divine authority currently could not be bestowed upon others; similarly, Thor's Lei Ting divine authority could not be given to others.

So...

"To say god is not an exaggeration; a pseudo-god is still a god."

Hawkeye thought this, chuckled, then looked at Gwen, somewhat curious: "Why suddenly ask about this?"

Gwen opened Zhang Zui and brought up the conversation content of the three women in the kitchen just now.

Mainly Jane was speaking; she was recounting what she saw and heard during that day and night in Asgard, and then somehow the conversation suddenly turned to the gap between mortals and gods.

The life level of mortals had already determined a lifespan of no more than a hundred years.

But gods, their lifespan was nearly immortal; as long as they were not killed, their lifespan was almost infinite.

"Jane seems somewhat worried."

"She indeed should be worried."

Hearing this, Hawkeye chuckled: "King Odin, and the entire Asgard, have always preferred their own person, Sif, for Thor's wife; moreover, Jane is right, mortals live no more than a hundred years; Thor might accompany Jane for a lifetime, but Jane cannot accompany Thor for his whole life."

Speaking here, he realized something.

Hawkeye turned his head to look at Gwen: "So, are you worried about this issue?"

Gwen also turned her head, a gentle smile appearing on her face: "No, I am just very happy that I can walk ahead of you; at the very least, I will not grieve for you, but you will grieve for me."

Hearing the answer Gwen gave, Hawkeye unconsciously froze for a moment.

The next second.

His Yu Guang caught sight of a familiar tavern through the window on the right side of the vehicle.

"Stop the car!"

"Screech."

Gwen pressed the brake, looked through the window at Hawk staring at a vacant lot across the street slated for demolition, and blinked: "What's wrong?"

Hawk snapped back to reality, smiled slightly, and said to Gwen, who was looking at him curiously, "Wait here for me."

With that said.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the car door, got out, and walked toward the Hell Tavern in his eyes, which was the vacant lot in Gwen's eyes.

The next second.

Just as Hawk pushed open the door of the Hell Tavern, the real Hawk suddenly vanished from Gwen's line of sight.

Seeing this, Gwen raised an eyebrow.

But she was not surprised.

As before, the current Gwen felt that her threshold for surprise had already risen to a very high level.

Sure enough.

This Hell Tavern was a projection cast up by Mephisto.

After entering the Hell Tavern, Hawk felt the familiar aura of the edge between life and death, then saw Mephisto already holding up a wine glass at the table, smiling at him; he silently said a word in his heart, then lifted his foot and walked toward Mephisto.

Mephisto smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and greeted Hawk.

"Merry Christmas, Hawk."

"Merry Christmas."

After sitting down, Hawk lifted the wine glass before him, clinked it against Mephisto's to celebrate, then asked curiously: "Projecting the Hell Tavern into Niuyuecheng where Kamar-Taj is located, Mephisto, aren't you afraid the Supreme Sorcerer will come over and beat you up again?"

Mephisto said disdainfully: "Besides using the Time Stone to repeatedly force me into compliance, what else can she do? I'm just too lazy to drag it out with her."

Hawk's mind recalled Dormammu of the Dark Dimension, who would later suffer torture from the Time Stone.

So Mephisto was also a victim of the Time Stone.

Thinking this in his heart, Hawk went straight to the point: "Your appearance this time means you've changed your mind and can help me resurrect my sister?"

Mephisto did not speak immediately; instead, he first filled Hawk's glass with wine, then set the bottle aside, and finally lifted his own wine glass.

"Hawk, I always thought you were a smart person."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Hawk raised his sword-like eyebrows, lifted his wine glass, and clinked it against Mephisto's again: "What do you mean?"

Mephisto drained the cup in one gulp, then leaned back against the sofa behind him, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and smiled at Hawk: "Releasing your sister's soul is very easy for me; I have no need to offend a future deity over a single soul."

Hawk said nothing.

Because he knew there was a "but" after this sentence.

Sure enough.

"But—"

Mephisto shifted his tone, then a hint of helplessness appeared on his face; he shook his head and looked at Hawk: "If you want me to release your sister's soul, you must at least prepare a body capable of housing a soul first."

Hawk: "..."