Hawk with a Lawyer's Dream!

Actions speak louder than words.

The Phoenix was just two stars short of being lit; it was only a matter of time.

Even if he didn't fight, training with ten thousand punches a day, he'd light the remaining two stars in no more than three months.

But Hawk still had no clue about the Saint Cloth.

More precisely, he had no clue about 'Gamaneon.'

The other two were easier.

In theory, as long as he had enough money, he could buy them directly.

Take the meteorite used to make Silver Star Sand, for example.

Not just across America, but in New York City alone, there were plenty of wealthy collectors hoarding meteorites, and meteorite trade fairs happened often.

So as long as he was willing to spend, he could buy them outright.

Though Vibranium was priceless and hard to come by on the market.

That didn't matter.

He knew where Vibranium originated on Earth. If Vibranium was all he lacked and the other party wouldn't give it up after a polite request, he wouldn't mind taking it himself.

Same old story.

I want Vibranium—what's it to you?

So now there was only one problem left.

Gamaneon!

These days, after class, Hawk would head to the library, borrowing books on Gamma Rays while using the public computers to search for relevant information.

Along the way, he also found out who owned the most meteorites in New York City.

Norman Osborn.

Yeah.

That Norman Osborn of Osborn Bio-Industry, the villain from the Spider-Man movies.

Hawk found a post on a meteorite forum from a month ago.

According to that meteorite enthusiast, in Norman Osborn's mansion, there was a room dedicated to storing the meteorites he'd bought over the years.

He'd even found information online about the Wakandan ambassador to the United Nations.

That Wakandan ambassador was in New York City, since the UN headquarters was there.

Now Hawk had leads on both the meteorite and the Vibranium. Only the last and most crucial piece—Gamaneon—still left him clueless.

Right now, Hawk was hogging a library computer, continuing his online search for anything related to Gamma Rays.

Actually, if anyone in the Marvel Universe knew Gamma Rays best, it was undoubtedly Dr. Bruce Banner, the Hulk's father.

Too bad...

Even if Hawk wanted to find him, he couldn't.

After the Battle of New York ended, Dr. Bruce Banner had ridden off on a little donkey and left New York City—no one knew where.

S.H.I.E.L.D. might know.

But Hawk didn't want to deal with any superheroes, let alone S.H.I.E.L.D., which was practically a magnet for trouble.

Still, no big deal.

Because Dr. Bruce Banner wasn't the only one studying Gamma Rays. Others were researching them too, even if they weren't as skilled.

Like the paper Hawk had just found.

"On the Discovery of Gamma Rays in the Field of Biological Therapy."

"Dr. Curtis Connors."

"Osborn Bio-Industry..."

"Hiss."

Wasn't this the Lizard?

Hawk realized it, blinking at the paper title on the screen in front of him.

"Hey, you're reading Dr. Connors's paper?"

"..."

Hawk snapped back, recognizing the familiar voice, and turned his head to look behind him.

What met his eyes.

Standing behind him, holding a book in her arms, a few strands of golden hair falling over her pale, smooth forehead, was Gwen, leaning in to look at the screen in front of Hawk.

"On Gamma Rays..."

Gwen glanced at the paper on Hawk's screen, then looked curiously at him as he turned around. "Aren't you planning to go to New York University's law school? Why are you researching Gamma Rays?"

No, I was doing that to make money.

Hawk answered in his heart.

Before his cheat had awakened, he had already set a goal for himself.

Study law.

Actually, his first thought was to study medicine.

In the Eastern Kingdom, persuading someone to study medicine might be a curse, because in the Eastern Kingdom's setting, if a doctor lived in a mansion and drove a sports car, that doctor was definitely corrupt.

But here, it wasn't like that.

Let's put it this way.

If a doctor didn't live in a mansion and drive a luxury car, people would probably think your medical skills were lacking.

So, if he could succeed in medical studies, being a doctor here was very lucrative, especially a surgeon.

But Hawk gave up on being a doctor after some consideration.

The reason was simple.

He felt he had no talent for medicine, so he could only settle for the next best thing and choose to become a lawyer in the future.

A lawyer was no worse than a doctor.

Most importantly, after studying law, if he didn't want to go to a law firm, he could go to the District Attorney's Office and become a prosecutor, or even a judge in the future.

But that was the path Hawk had planned for himself before awakening his Cosmo, aiming to make his future easier.

Now, it wasn't needed anymore.

Although Hawk didn't have the idea of skipping college entirely, at least the urgency to study law was gone.

Hawk thought to himself, then shook his head with a smile and said to Gwen, "Just browsing online, stumbled upon it by accident."

As he spoke, he closed the webpage, then got up from his seat, gave the computer to someone else, and planned to head to the Old Gymnasium to complete today's ten-thousand-punch task.

As always.

After persisting for over two years, if he didn't punch for a day, he felt like something was missing.

Gwen watched Hawk leave the library, blinked her eyes, and was thinking about something when her female classmate called her back, pulling her to find a place to sit and read.

After all, the end of the month meant the start of the holiday, and from tomorrow, Midtown High School would enter the most terrifying exam week for slackers.

Every school had slackers.

Midtown High School was no exception. Apart from a few students, most were paying tens of thousands of dollars in tuition each semester just to attend.

And the slackers mostly came from this group.

So these days, you could see everywhere that the usually energetic slackers, with exams approaching, were cramming, hugging books and studying hard.

Hawk didn't need to.

Before his Cosmo awakened, he didn't need to cram, and after awakening his Cosmo, he needed it even less.

After all, his future was already destined to have only two options: comfortable and more comfortable.

So...

Hawk kept his own pace of life.

In the Old Gymnasium.

Hawk was focused on practicing his punches.

With a creaking door sound that set teeth on edge, a striking figure walked in from outside.

"The Council said that after the holiday, they're going to tear down this Old Gymnasium and turn it into a swimming pool."

"...Boom!"

Hawk punched the sandbag in front of him.

The sandbag hung in place, motionless, but its surface shuddered violently, and then a puff of dust was shaken out.

The midday sunlight streamed in through the glass of the Old Gymnasium.

It just happened to illuminate this scene.