The next day, Nathan Hawk arrived at the Sanctum. Awaiting him was the king of the Sanctum, a figure exuding solemn authority. The king nodded respectfully toward Hawk. "Good morning, Mr. Hawk. The Supreme Sorcerer has arranged everything for you."
Hawk offered a faint smile, acknowledging the gesture. He knew that Strange's guidance would point him in the right direction, showing him how to proceed.
"Master Strange, do you have any further instructions?" Hawk asked, curiosity evident in his tone. He felt that the old sorcerer's words carried a deeper meaning he had yet to fully understand.
The king studied Hawk quietly, then shook his head ever so slightly. "No."
Hawk nodded, realizing that some things were not meant to be revealed just yet—perhaps Strange would disclose more at the proper time.
The king then led Hawk to a spacious chamber, where a mysterious portal stood at the center. At first glance, it appeared unremarkable, yet Hawk could sense the immense magical energy it contained. He knew this because he had seen it firsthand.
"This portal has been prepared by Master Strange for your travel across the multiverse," the king explained, pointing to it.
Hawk studied the portal, feeling the undulating energy waves, as if it could transport him to unknown worlds. Excitement and anticipation surged within him.
"Now, I shall activate the magic using the Eye of Agamotto, allowing you to journey into another universe," the king said, lightly tapping his fingers. A stream of green light poured from his fingertips, enveloping the portal.
Hawk stepped forward. The portal began to glow with radiant green light, quickly filling the entire room with a dazzling, fantastical spectacle. He could feel the energy flowing through the portal, linking him to its power.
The king began to chant, ancient words rolling off his tongue. The light surged around the portal like fireworks exploding in a night sky.
Under the king's enchantment, the portal's glow intensified, warping the space around it, as though opening the gateway to an infinite world. Hawk felt the very fabric of space and time begin to twist.
The light reached its zenith, and the room was bathed in an overwhelming green brilliance. Hawk trembled slightly, sensing that he was about to step into a completely new world.
With a final flash, the scenery beyond the portal shifted dramatically. Hawk found himself in a strange and mysterious environment.
This world was starkly different from his own. He stood in a narrow alley, the buildings, atmosphere, and even the scent of the air alien to him.
The smell was unbearable! Hawk had never encountered such a place before.
No sooner had he appeared than a small group of thugs noticed him. They gathered along the side of the alley, young men sneering at Hawk's conspicuous attire.
"Hey, buddy, lost your way? This isn't your bright and colorful world," one thug jeered, reaching for a weapon.
Hawk's face remained calm, a cold glint in his eyes. Though he was capable of smooth talk, he would never back down if provoked.
"These people really lack manners," Hawk murmured, shrugging lightly. Lightning flickered across his fingertips, a surge of telekinetic energy shooting out to strike the iron rod in one thug's hand.
The rod shattered instantly. The thugs' expressions changed in an instant. They tried to retaliate, only to find Hawk already blocking their path.
"Enjoy yourselves. Consider being born in this world a privilege," he said.
In a blur, Hawk moved like lightning. Each motion of his fingers unleashed precise psychic strikes on the thugs, and they fell one by one. Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, watching from the shadows is fun, huh?" he called toward someone hidden in the dark. "Care to join the conversation?"
No response came.
Hawk's telekinesis erupted again, followed by a muffled grunt.
About thirty seconds later, a man in a tight suit stepped forward.
"Whoa… are you Daredevil?" Hawk asked tentatively.
"Who are you? What are you doing in Hell's Kitchen?" the man—Matt Murdock—asked, wary and alert.
Hawk thought of the previous Tony Stark incident and replied casually, "I'm here to take care of some matters. Any strange events? Citizens turning rogue? Criminals reforming? Or any major incidents?"
Matt remained silent, observing Hawk carefully.
After a moment, he asked skeptically, "You don't know?"
"Know what?" Hawk fanned away the unpleasant stench, then leaped to the rooftops.
Matt's lips twitched—he clearly struggled to conceal his surprise.
Even without seeing Hawk's expression from the roof, Matt could sense his relaxed confidence.
"Currently, the ruler of Hell's Kitchen is Kingpin. Have you crossed paths with him?" Hawk asked, turning toward Matt.
Matt shook his head. "You really have no idea."
"Huh?" Hawk's interest piqued. "Tell me more, then. I'm intrigued."
"Kingpin is dead. Spider-Man killed him," Matt said, focusing to sense Hawk's mental state.
Hawk's eyes widened, scanning the information.
"So… who controls Hell's Kitchen now?"
"Spider-Man. Or you could call him the Spider-King."
After gathering intelligence all day, Hawk walked through the streets, processing the information.
"I never imagined that Spider-Man, Aunt May, and Mary Jane would all die in this world…"
According to information collected by both Matt Murdock and Hawk himself, this universe's Peter Parker had turned evil after losing his family and spouse.
Hawk also noticed changes in Spider-Man's costume. The black suit, unlike Kingpin's attire, suggested a darker, possibly symbiote-infused Spider-Man—brutal in his methods. After killing Kingpin, he displayed the body and head in the center of Hell's Kitchen, spreading terror, and rallied a group of subordinates:
Bullseye, Shocker, Rhino, Tombstone, Riddler, and Mister Negative.
Bullseye, Shocker, and Rhino followed Peter Parker directly. Tombstone, Riddler, and Mister Negative were allied partners, with Parker firmly leading the coalition.
They unified New York's underground forces and expanded outward.
Late at night.
Hawk gazed into the distance, noticing a beam of intense light shooting upward. The Space Stone around his neck began to glow, signaling a rift.
"There it is," Hawk muttered, flying straight toward the source.
As he approached, he identified a massive device resembling an experimental apparatus.
Landing nearby, he activated his telekinesis and cloaked himself, observing carefully. The device appeared to be a particle-beam fusion accelerator, sprawling with intricate high-tech structures, its surface covered in instruments and pipes, faint blue lights flickering.
A group of scientists in white coats busied themselves at control panels, monitoring data and images. Standing in front was Spider-Man himself—Peter Parker.
Parker wore a black-and-gold combat suit and mask, exuding authority and menace. His gaze was cold and unyielding, focused entirely on the experiment.
He manipulated the controls deftly, adjusting parameters and commands while the data on screens jumped rapidly.
The scientists, tense yet eager, monitored the progress, while the low hum of the machinery and flowing blue light created an eerie, beautiful tableau.
Parker's brow furrowed in concentration, fingers flying over the controls in a critical operation.
Suddenly, the blue lights intensified, swirling around the device. The scientists stared at the data, waiting for a pivotal moment.
Parker lifted his head, eyes gleaming with excitement and determination. Everything was aligned for the critical moment ahead.
The device's hum grew louder, the energy coursing faster. The atmosphere thickened with tension, as if the entire space held its breath for the coming climax.
A confident smile tugged at Parker's lips as he gripped the controls tightly, sensing the peak moment approaching. The experiment and his inner resolve were about to set an irreversible turning point in motion.
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