Action speaks louder than words.
Only two more stars are needed to complete the Orion constellation; lighting them up is just a matter of time.
Even if he doesn't fight, with his daily routine of ten thousand punches, he can light up the remaining two stars in no more than three months.
But Hawk still had no clue about the Holy Armor.
To be precise, he had no clue about 'Gammanien'.
The other two are still manageable.
Theoretically, as long as you have enough money, you can directly buy them.
Like meteorites that can be used to make Silver Star Sand.
Not to mention the entire United States, just in New York City, there are many wealthy collectors of meteorites, and there are often meteorite trade fairs and such.
So as long as you're willing to spend money, you can directly buy them.
Although Vibranium is valuable but not easily available.
But it doesn't matter.
He knows where the original source of Vibranium is on Earth, and if he only lacks Vibranium and the other party refuses to give it, he doesn't mind taking it himself.
Still the same words.
I want Vibranium, what's it to you.
So now there is only one question left.
Gammanien!
These days, after class, Hawk would go to the library, borrowing books related to gamma rays while using the library's public computer to search for relevant information.
Incidentally, he also found out who owns the most meteorites in New York City.
Norman Osborn.
Yes.
The very same Norman Osborn from Osborn Biotechnology who appeared as the villain in the Spider-Man movies.
Hawk found a comment on a meteorite forum from a month ago.
According to this meteorite enthusiast, there is a room in Norman Osborn's estate specifically for the meteorites he has purchased over the years.
He even found information online about the Wakanda ambassador to the United Nations.
This Wakanda ambassador is in New York City because the United Nations headquarters is in New York.
Currently, Hawk has tracked the locations of the meteorite and Vibranium, but the last and most crucial Gammanien still leaves him clueless.
Hawk at this moment occupies a computer in the library, continuing to search online for information related to gamma rays.
Actually, if you consider who is most familiar with gamma rays in the Marvel Cosmos, it would undoubtedly be the Superhero Hulk's creator, Dr. Bruce Banner.
Unfortunately…
Even if Hawk wanted to find him, he couldn't.
Because after the Battle of New York, Dr. Bruce Banner rode out of New York City on a donkey, and no one knows where he went.
S.H.I.E.L.D might know.
But Hawk doesn't want to deal with any Superheroes, especially not S.H.I.E.L.D, which is synonymous with trouble.
But it's not a big issue.
Because Dr. Bruce Banner isn't the only one researching gamma rays; there are others as well, maybe not as proficient.
Like the paper Hawk just found.
"On the Discovery of Gamma Rays in the Field of Biological Therapy."
"Dr. Curtis Connor."
"Osborn Biotechnology..."
"Hiss."
Isn't that Dr. Lizard?
Hawk realized, blinking at the paper title on the screen in front of him.
"Hey, you're reading Dr. Connor's paper?"
"..."
Hawk returned to his senses, hearing a familiar voice, turned his head to look behind him.
In sight.
Gwen stood behind him, holding a book in her arms, a few strands of golden hair falling over her fair and smooth forehead, peering at the screen in front of Hawk.
"On Gamma Rays..."
Gwen looked at the paper on Hawk's screen, curiously looking at Hawk who turned back to her: "Aren't you planning to go to New York University's law school? Why are you studying gamma rays?"
No, I'm doing this for money.
Hawk answered in his heart.
He set a goal for himself to study law before his Little Cosmos awakened.
Actually, he first thought about studying medicine.
In the Eastern Country, advising someone to study medicine might be heaven-smiting, because the stereotype there is if a doctor lives in a luxury house and drives a sports car, that doctor must be corrupt.
But here that's not the case.
Put it this way.
If a doctor doesn't live in a luxury house and drive a luxury car, it's probably assumed he's not good at his job.
So if one can excel in the medical field, being a doctor here is very lucrative, especially as a surgeon.
But Hawk gave up on being a doctor after some consideration.
The reason is simple.
He felt he didn't have the talent for medicine, so he settled for the next best thing, choosing to become a lawyer in the future.
Being a lawyer is not inferior to being a doctor.
The most important point, after studying law, if I don't want to go to a law firm, I can go to the prosecutor's office, become a prosecutor, or even a judge in the future.
But this was Hawk's plan before his Little Cosmos awakened, aimed at making his future easier.
Now it's not needed.
Although Hawk doesn't have the idea of skipping college, he no longer feels compelled to study law.
Hawk thought to himself, then smiled and said to Gwen, "Just browsing online and stumbled upon it by chance."
He spoke while closing the webpage, then got up from his seat, giving the computer to someone else, and planned to head to the old library to complete today's ten thousand punches.
As I said before.
Having kept it up for over two years, he feels something is missing if he doesn't practice punches for a day.
Gwen watched Hawk leave the library, blinking as she pondered something when a female classmate beside her snapped her back to reality and dragged her to find a place to sit and read.
After all, the end of the month would be break time, and starting tomorrow, Midtown High School would enter the finals week which terrifies the underachievers the most.
Every school has underachievers.
Midtown High School is no exception; apart from a few students, most students pursue their education by pouring tens of thousands of US Dollars into tuition every semester.
And most underachievers come from this group.
So, these days, it's common to see formerly vibrant underachievers cramming with a book before exams.
Hawk doesn't need it.
Even before his Little Cosmos awakened, he didn't need to cram, and now after awakening, he doesn't need it even more.
After all, his future path is already set between comfort and more comfort.
So...
Hawk continued to maintain his life routine.
In the old gym.
Hawk was diligently practicing his punches.
With the gritty sound of a door opening, a charming figure walked in from outside.
"The council said that after the break they would tear down this old gym and rebuild it as a swimming pool."
"...Bang!"
Hawk punched the sandbag in front of him hard.
The sandbag hung in place, motionless, but its surface suddenly shook, immediately sending out a puff of dust.
Noon sunlight shone through the gym's glass.
Shining perfectly on this scene.
...