Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 601 - 569: Commanding Old Mo with Death (Second Update)

Chapter 601: Chapter 569: Commanding Old Mo with Death (Second Update)

I have to say, calling a parent’s name really works.

Even Mephisto, after Hawk brought up the name of Death, became less unruly, and even his gaze became clear.

At this moment, Mephisto seemed as if he could really let Hawk ask for anything.

Hawk seriously suspected that even now, if he wanted Mephisto’s behind, the latter might just stick his rear out and comply.

Mephisto glanced at Hawk, whose gaze had become somewhat playful, and his heart tightened.

The next moment.

Hawk spoke with a smile.

"Any request is fine?"

"Of course!"

Mephisto instinctively wanted to refuse, once again, no one—in fact, no life—could take anything from him without cost.

If it were any other being bringing up Death’s name, he might gamble that they were bluffing and mocking him.

But Hawk is different.

Because Hawk has had contact with Death before, and even drank with him, Mephisto sensed the presence of his superior from Hawk’s soul.

Therefore, others might be bluffing, but Hawk in front of him might really have some connection with his superior.

Thus—

Driven by a strong survival instinct, Mephisto suppressed his greedy nature, nodded, and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Yes, any request."

"Alright then."

Upon hearing this, Hawk wasted no words and directly stated his intentions.

"I want to go to the Main Space-Time."

"Hold on!"

Just as he was about to nod and quickly send Hawk off, Mephisto reacted and wide-eyed looked at Hawk, who wore a smile: "Where did you say you wanted to go?"

Hawk shrugged.

"The Main Space-Time."

"Are you crazy?"

Listening to Hawk’s request, Mephisto’s eyes widened: "The Main Space-Time is already locked down, and the Celestial God Team specifically came to me saying if anyone tries to enter the Main Space-Time through me... wait a minute."

At this point, Old Mo realized again, looked at Hawk, and took a deep breath: "Sss, are you the one the Celestial God Team is waiting for?"

He doesn’t know what the Celestial God Team is doing in the Main Space-Time.

Because the moment the Celestial God Team arrived, the Main Space-Time was completely locked down, even his Hell Dimension was specially notified by the Celestial God Team.

Of course.

Unlike facing Hawk who wielded the name of Death, the Celestial God Team promised him that if he cooperated, they would grant him the management of a Hell Dimension from one universe.

Mephisto naturally agreed gladly.

Anyway, backed by Death, as long as Death doesn’t dismiss him, the Celestial God Team, for him, is at most equivalent to a managerial position in an allied company.

So he wasn’t afraid of the Celestial God Team reneging on their promises, because in terms of reneging on promises, he’s second to none.

Listening to Mephisto’s subconscious words, Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"The Celestial God Team reached out to you? Do you know what they are doing in the Main Space-Time?"

"..."

Facing Hawk’s gaze, Mephisto’s eyes dimmed: "I don’t know what they are up to, and I don’t care, I only care if I let you go over there, the promised management over one universe by them is gone."

Upon hearing this, Hawk’s smile grew radiant.

"Old Mo, you should know, a living person’s promise is called an ally, but you know what a dead person’s promise is called?"

"What do you call it?"

"It’s called an accomplice."

Hawk, smiling, looked at Mephisto: "So, Old Mo, tell me, do you want to be my ally, or do you want to be an accomplice of the Celestial God Team?"

Mephisto took a deep breath and once again looked at Hawk with a dim gaze.

"For any life, Death treats equally, so Hell’s stance is always neutral."

"That is correct."

Hawk acknowledged with a nod, then turned his tone, looking at Mephisto: "But when facing conflict, if a friend maintains neutrality, it essentially means standing with the enemy."

Mephisto’s lips twitched.

"We aren’t friends."

"No, we are."

Hawk said so, then waved his right hand, releasing memories of drinking with the Mephisto from This Cosmos in front of the current Mephisto.

Mephisto looked at these visions, his lips twitching even more.

He looked at Hawk and took another deep breath.

"This Mephisto isn’t me, you should know."

"Is that so, what’s your name?"

"Mephisto."

"He is also called Mephisto, and he is also a Lord of Hell."

"..."

Mephisto fell into total silence.

He could see that Hawk was using his familiarity with his superior to forcefully buy and sell with him.

But...

After a moment of silence, Mephisto looked at Hawk again.

"You don’t even know what the Celestial God Team is doing in the Main Space-Time, why should I believe you’ll win?"

"Then why should you think the Celestial God Team will win after I killed several Celestials?"

The best way to address someone’s question is not to give an answer, but to ask them in return, passing the question back to them.

While speaking, Hawk waved his right hand again, playing scenes of the Celestial God Team members who died at his hands to Mephisto.

Mephisto watched the projected scenes this time, his expression changed again, and he fell into silence once more.

Clearly, he was considering.

Hawk didn’t rush him.

Indeed.

He could promise Mephisto the same thing the Celestial God Team promised.

But Hawk didn’t want that.

Because he understood Mephisto better than the Celestial God Team.

Once again.

Mephisto has no bottom line. If you take half a step back, he’s willing to take a full step forward. The more you concede, the more he’ll push the limits.

Hence, Hawk has figured out the correct way to deal with Mephisto.

Simply put, you have to be more shameless and tougher than Mephisto.

I have connections with Death; how does that threaten you?

If you have the guts, contact Death now.

Just in time.

"Old Mo, by the way, Death shouldn’t know about your deal with the Celestial God Team, right?"

"...I’ll send you there!"

Originally deep in thought, Mephisto shuddered, quickly coming to his senses, eyes narrowing at the faintly amused Hawk. Without further deliberation, he said in a deep voice, "I’ll send you to the Main Space-Time, and I guarantee I won’t tell the Celestial God Team."

Hawk shook his head with a smile.

Mephisto frowned.

"What else do you want?"

"I don’t want anything more; I just don’t trust your promise."

Hawk said calmly, "You say you won’t tell the Celestial God Team now, but I know you too well. As soon as I leave, you’ll report me to the Celestial God Team."

With someone else, this might be a possibility.

But with Old Mo, it’s a certainty.

Hawk didn’t even add ’most likely’ as a qualifier; he spoke with confidence.

Mephisto met Hawk’s gaze, utterly speechless.

"Then what do you want?"

"I need a guarantee."

"What kind of guarantee?"

"Your soul."

"What?"

Mephisto’s eyes widened.

Hawk smiled and said, "Give me your soul. As long as my whereabouts remain undiscovered, I’ll return your soul to you once it’s all over."

Upon hearing this, Mephisto immediately slammed the table.

"What, that’s impossible!"

"Then I’ll contact Death."

Hawk looked at the enraged Mephisto standing, glaring at him, "Throughout my journey, everyone I’ve wanted to kill has died. Similarly, every promise I’ve made has been kept. Can you, Old Mo, say the same about your promises? If you dare to swear by it..."

Before he finished his sentence.

Mephisto pounded his chest, full of conviction.

"I dare."

"See..."

Hawk’s smile was brilliant, "Speaking lies with your eyes wide open, just like that. Besides, you could’ve waited a moment; I hadn’t finished stating my final guarantee."

Mephisto’s expression was as ugly as could be.

"I absolutely cannot give you my soul."

"Then there’s nothing more to be done."

Hawk wasn’t angry. Watching Mephisto determined to resist till the end, he shrugged, stood up, and pretended to leave: "Alright, since you refuse to give me your soul, then I’ll ask Death about whether the Death who helped me betray the Celestial God Team in the last cosmos is..."

Hearing this, Mephisto shivered, feeling like his doomed fate was flashing red.

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking at Mephisto who was stopping him.

Mephisto looked serious, said nothing, but after taking a deep breath, extended his right hand, revealing a brand mark in his palm.

A brand of the essence of Hell.

Or one could say, his soul.

Seeing this, Hawk opened his right hand and directly grabbed Mephisto’s soul, then stored it in the Space Gemstone he carried.

Mephisto watched Hawk with a tense face.

"You’ll return it to me, right?"

"Of course."

Hawk nodded without hesitation, meeting Mephisto’s eyes, making a promise: "I swear by the name of Phoenix that when it’s all over, whether I win or lose, I will return your soul, no regrets."

He would definitely return it.

He’s very trustworthy.

He always keeps his promises.

However, Hawk felt that this soul wasn’t going to return to Mephisto, and by that time, Mephisto would certainly respectfully want him to keep holding onto the soul.

As for the reason?

The same saying applies.

The winner takes all.

Very soon.

With Hawk’s promise, Mephisto took him to the dimensional gate leading to the Main Space-Time.

Hawk looked at the dimensional gate now open in front of him and glanced at Mephisto beside him.

"If I cross over, they won’t find out, right?"

"No, this is Death’s law, not that of the Celestial God Team."

"Got it."

Hawk nodded and stepped forward directly.

In the next second.

Hawk exclaimed aloud!

"Where the hell did you send me?"

"..."