The All-Around Bronze Saint Hawk!

Crack!

The Chitauri soldier, still in his attacking stance, had his head twisted a full ninety degrees. His compound eyes, like a fly's, glowed with a faint green light as he stared in disbelief at Hawk standing before him.

How did he suddenly appear behind me?

The Chitauri soldier didn't understand.

But he wouldn't need to, because that was the last thought to cross his mind. After it passed, an endless darkness instantly swallowed him.

The Chitauri soldier's body slumped weakly onto the rooftop, his energy weapon slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground with a thud.

"That's it?"

"Hah."

Hawk let out a soft laugh as he looked at the Chitauri soldier, dead from a snapped neck.

The next second.

He sensed it—within his Cosmo, born from the Big Bang, a warm current suddenly surged through his body as the Chitauri soldier died. With that influx, it felt as if a star had been lit within his Cosmo.

At the same time, as that star ignited, a piece of information was transmitted to Hawk.

Within the Cosmo, the phantom images of the forty-eight Bronze Constellations flickered faintly into view after the first star was lit.

Hawk closed his eyes, absorbing the information the Cosmo conveyed.

Grow through countless battles.

Ascend through endless combat.

After all...

The method of Cosmo Cultivation was born for war, born for the Holy War—it was a method of combat, a method of holy battle.

"So."

"If I want to light my own constellation within the Cosmo, I need to fight—constantly fight?"

In the Saint Seiya setting, the awakening of the Cosmo and one's affiliated constellation had a deep relationship, but it wasn't a simple one-to-one correspondence.

If the awakening of the Cosmo was like liquid, then the affiliated constellation was the container.

The constellation was the symbol of a Saint's identity and the vessel of their power.

Bad news.

In the Marvel Universe, there were no Saints at all. So if he wanted to have his own constellation, he'd have to light each star of his affiliated constellation himself.

Good news.

Because there were no Saints in the Marvel Universe, theoretically, Hawk could awaken all forty-eight Bronze Constellations.

Unlike in his memories, where Saints fought like a thousand armies crossing a single-plank bridge—tens of thousands vying for one constellation, with only one final victor.

After all, in his memories, there were few constellations and many Saints.

But here, it was different.

Here, he was the only one who had awakened a Cosmo.

So...

He could be a Pegasus Saint, or a Phoenix Saint—as long as he lit those constellations within his own Cosmo.

That was...

Awesome.

What was that saying again?

Kids make choices. Though he was only seventeen and still a minor, mentally he was already an adult.

He wanted it all.

Wait a second.

If he could choose all forty-eight Bronze Constellations, what about the twenty-four Silver Constellations?

And the Twelve Zodiac Houses?

Hiss!

Hawk suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

Just then.

He heard the wind outside. With a whoosh, he snapped his eyes open and saw two Chitauri soldiers riding hovercrafts. After spotting the corpse of their comrade at his feet, their gazes instantly locked onto him. Without a word, they pulled their triggers.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As if enraged by the sight of their comrade killed by a weak human, the two Chitauri soldiers kept firing, unleashing their fury on the rooftop.

Under their barrage, the already crumbling rooftop finally gave way.

With the mournful sound of continuous explosions, the apartment rooftop collapsed with a roar.

The entire apartment building began to teeter.

Soon.

As the two Chitauri soldiers kept firing around the apartment rooftop, the building itself began to collapse, crumbling from the top down.

The ground seemed to tremble in that moment. With a massive cloud of dust rising, the five-story apartment building was reduced to complete rubble.

Some residents who had managed to flee before the collapse but hadn't gotten far now stood frozen, mouths agape, staring at the apartment swallowed by dust.

But they snapped out of it quickly.

Because the two Chitauri soldiers descended to a lower altitude and came into view.

They realized what they were seeing—these soldiers, who looked nothing like humans—and screamed as they turned to run.

Too late.

Their orders from base were to kill Earthlings, so without hesitation, they squeezed the triggers again at these fleeing humans.

Energy bolts exploded in rapid succession.

Bystanders fell dead one after another.

In the blink of an eye, this already impoverished, unremarkable street turned into something like a war-torn road in Iraq.

After clearing the area of humans, the two Chitauri soldiers stepped off their flyers, pulled out the energy weapons slung across their backs, and aimed at the apartment ruins.

Because they detected that the human who had just killed their comrade was still alive.

And not only was the life signal not fading—it was growing stronger.

Stronger by the second.

The two Chitauri soldiers exchanged a glance.

The next moment!

Boom!

The rubble burst apart as a blur shot through.

The Chitauri soldier on the right vanished from where he stood. With a deafening crash, he was now plastered against the wall of the apartment across the street like a mural.

Dark green blood pooled on the ground.

The remaining Chitauri soldier stared wide-eyed at his suddenly launched comrade.

Too bad his eyes were too small—no matter how wide he opened them, they still looked like little green beans.

He instinctively moved to help his wall-mounted partner, but before he could take a few steps, a blur crossed his vision, and he was sent flying backward.

Only then did a thunderous sound reach his ears.

Boom!

Thud!

The Chitauri soldier's chest burst open midair. Like a broken ragdoll, he crashed into the rubble of the ruined apartment.

His body bounced once on the debris like a pinball, then lay still.

Not a twitch.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Hawk appeared right where the Chitauri soldier had been sent flying. He brushed the dust off his clothes while glancing around with curiosity.

Killed one Chitauri soldier, and two showed up.

Now he'd killed two. Next, three should come, right?

He thought to himself, then looked up at the Leviathan beast descending from the space portal over Manhattan...

His eyes burned with excitement.

He was itching for a fight.