Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 529 - 497: I Am Not Merciful, Only Playing Games (Second Update)

Chapter 529: Chapter 497: I Am Not Merciful, Only Playing Games (Second Update)

Hawk laughed out loud after hearing what his daughter Jean said.

His smile was radiant to the extreme, so much so that he felt his cold had been completely healed by this genuine laughter.

"Can the peace bill not bring peace?"

"Take off the last word."

After all, she was his daughter, so Hawk just chuckled and didn’t continue, then looked at her seriously: "Even though killing is a bad habit, the fact is, if you can’t get what you want with a fist, no matter how much you say, others will only see your compassion as your weakness."

What you can’t gain on the battlefield, you’ll never get at the negotiation table.

Hawk remembered a joke.

It says that his nation was carried into the United Nations by African black uncles.

Ha!

What nonsense.

Did they enter the United Nations because they once took on seventeen territories alone on the peninsula, forcing the US into inviting them into the United Nations?

The most important point.

Hawk crossed his arms and smiled at his daughter, Jean: "My dear daughter, you wouldn’t think your dad could stay in this world with your mom for so long because the people in Washington love peace, right?"

At this moment, Wanda, watching from the side, also smiled at Jean and said: "When we first arrived in this world, within a day, no, to be precise, within a dozen hours, do you know what your dad did?"

First, he ran into bank robbers who were mutants and stole fifty thousand from them.

He initially thought of abiding by the local law, but unfortunately, encountered a Sentinel raid from the Mutant Underground Community.

The mutants were being slaughtered, but even as they were being killed, they were desperately trying to delay, allowing more mutants with weaker abilities to escape.

Hawk exploded on the spot.

First attacked Quantico.

Then attacked... Quantico!

Hawk grinned: "I also gave the Pentagon a chance at that time, but I knew they would likely take my compassion as weakness, then, as expected, my wife and I had just arrived at the X Mansion and encountered another Sentinel strike."

As is well known.

His compassion is not infinite, except for Mephisto, there’s always only one chance.

So—

Quantico was leveled.

The Pentagon turned into ruins.

The White House was cut in half.

And precisely because of this, we now live here, and the IRS doesn’t dare to send any property tax demands to this address.

Otherwise, relying solely on the fifty thousand US Dollars they grabbed on the day of arrival could never sustain them until now.

So—

"There’s a saying that goes."

"Compromise for peace, then peace dies!"

"Fight for peace, then peace survives!"

"Expecting a piece of paper to bring peace, this notion is akin to going back to change history."

The past is immutable.

So what is exchanged for through compromise is doomed not to bring peace.

Jean frowned as she heard Hawk’s words, and after a while, she looked at Hawk: "So, Dad, do you still not agree with Professor X’s philosophy?"

Hawk smiled slightly and waved his hand: "Whatever philosophy others hold is their business. I respect any philosophy they want to express, as long as they don’t try to impose it on me."

Freedom of belief.

Freedom of philosophy.

Some are cruel, some are tough, and others are compassionate, and some are saintly.

In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets.

Hawk doesn’t mind others expressing their philosophy, as long as they don’t try to make him agree with it.

His heart is iron, indestructible!

"But Dad is also compassionate, right?" Jean looked at Hawk: "Didn’t you also give the Pentagon a chance?"

The corners of Hawk’s mouth curled up with an inexplicable smile, quietly looking at his daughter, Jean.

They locked eyes.

Jean was slightly stunned.

"Isn’t it so?"

"... Sort of."

Hawk smiled slightly, his expression a bit conflicted.

Because—

Some reasons cannot be spoken.

Anyone studying psychology seeing Hawk’s past would feel he is a very contradictory existence.

Because Hawk’s style and methods aren’t really compassionate.

Slightly, it’s exterminating a family.

Severely, it’s eradicating a race.

Exterminate India.

By any account, people can’t reconcile Hawk’s decisive actions with always giving people one chance.

Not just them, actually, Hawk doesn’t want to either.

But there’s no choice!

Taking the initiative is one thing.

Self-defense is another.

Because Hawk’s soul came from an ancient nation, always emphasizing righteousness, even if he has to flip through the history books, he must find a reasonable excuse to act.

Of course, that’s the high EQ approach.

Low EQ?

The River Crab Divine Beast not only protects its most fundamental timeline, but also observes its every move.

If he starts rampaging at the slightest disagreement, the moment he starts, the River Crab Divine Beast would devour him right after.

After all, this ancient nation has always cultivated gentlemen, not madmen who kill at the slightest disagreement.

So!

Many times, it’s not that Hawk doesn’t want to rampage, but he can only wait. Even knowing the other side won’t keep their promise, he still chooses to let them go.

He can only retaliate in self-defense, unable to act at will.

At least until he reaches the end of this journey, if he doesn’t want to be defeated halfway, this is what he must do.

But this reason cannot be told to his daughter Jean.

Hawk thought, then looked at his daughter Jean, slightly smiling: "Because I’m a cat."

His daughter Jean was slightly stunned.

"A cat?"

"Yes."

"Your dad means because it’s fun that way."

Beside him, Wanda looked at Jean’s confused expression and couldn’t help but interject again, shaking her head and saying: "When a cat catches a mouse, sometimes it won’t eat it right away. Instead, it might let the mouse go, catch it again, and only then eat it."

Jean listened to her mother Wanda’s explanation, her eyes widening as she looked at Hawk. It was as if in that moment, the bright and lofty image of her father in her heart completely crumbled.

So, every time dad shows mercy to an enemy, it’s not genuine mercy, but just playing with them like a cat plays with a mouse?

In response to Jean’s questioning look, Hawk shrugged, refusing to explain.

Because the real reason can’t be shared.

Yet he would not lie, at least not to his daughter, for whom he had no taste for lying.

If by chance his daughter really thought he was merciful and developed a merciful personality, that wouldn’t be good.

So—

Let the father’s image crumble if it must.

Parents love their children and thus make long-term plans for them.

Hawk thought to himself.

Jean took a deep breath: "So, dad, you don’t agree with me going to Washington?"

Hawk shook his head, smiling slightly: "If you want to go, then go."

Hearing this, Jean looked at Hawk again.

"I can go?"

"Why not?"

"Didn’t you say the agreement is useless and that it might be a trap?"

"You can only really understand the limits of theory by putting it into practice!"

Hawk said with a smile: "If you don’t go, how will you know the agreement is useless? If you don’t go, how will you know it’s a trap? Go ahead, it’s okay, your mom and I are here for you, you can go wherever you want."

Not to mention Wanda.

Let’s just say his Little Cosmos power has already surpassed this Universe. Although it hasn’t fully arrived, his power has begun to manifest in this Universe.

So—

Even if Jean goes to Washington and encounters some kind of accident—

One word.

So be it if she dies.

Anyway, after Jean dies, she will be reborn from the Phoenix Fire here where anything is possible.

But if that really happens, the consequences would be severe.

This world is much disliked by Hawk.

Because when the Federal Sentinels massacred the defenseless mutants in the Mutant Underground Community back then, it filled Hawk with deep disgust.

Originally, Hawk intended to use that opportunity to just explode and flatten this world.

But at the time, his power hadn’t fully arrived.

So Hawk just punished them lightly, and passed over the Federal Sentinels and the Pentagon.

But if his daughter goes to the Federal Washington and anything happens—

Heh!

This Earth can be flattened.

Avenging his daughter is only right and proper!

Jean listened to Hawk’s carefree words, seemingly a little in disbelief. She looked from the smiling Hawk to her mom Wanda.

"Mom?"

"Why are you looking at me."

Wanda smiled: "I agree with your dad. If you want to go, go. For all we know, by the time we leave, this world might really be at peace."

After receiving the same answer from Wanda, a happy smile appeared on Jean’s face.

Seeing this, Hawk and Wanda exchanged a glance and also smiled.

As evening fell, satisfied with the answers she received, Jean stayed over in the guest room on Palm Street.

Wanda, wearing pajamas, emerged from the main bedroom’s bathroom, got into bed, and touched Hawk’s forehead: "Hmm, it’s alright. You should be fine by tomorrow."

Hawk laughed and said: "Of course, even if I were an ordinary person, my physique is very strong."

Back then, he even practiced boxing until he fainted from a fever, but once he woke up, he was fine.

Looking at the proud expression on Hawk’s face, Wanda shook her head and then seemed to remember something, lowering her voice: "The Federation seems quite confident in their Sentinel project."

Hawk murmured a confirmation.

"Remember when we came over, this Universe experienced a reset?"

"I remember."

"It’s because of that thing."

"..."