"Let go of that girl!"
"No killing!"
"Take this!"
Since knocking out those two soldiers, Hawking had barely been idle.
Whenever he encountered someone doing evil, whenever he encountered someone in danger, he always instinctively wanted to step forward and help, even if his rationality told him it was not right, his body just couldn't resist.
He was now absolutely certain that this was due to the influence of the protagonist template loading.
He knew himself very well; he was definitely not someone so righteous or so fond of fighting.
It could only be said that loading the protagonist template had both pros and cons.
The advantage was that he could instantly possess the same powerful strength as the loaded protagonist, while the disadvantage was that during this period, he would be influenced by the loaded protagonist's personality and habits.
"Soon, soon."
To prevent further delays, he tried to choose secluded paths, reducing the number of incidents he encountered, and finally ran out of the most intense urban war zone, gradually arriving at the city's edge.
Of course, his one-hour protagonist template time was also running low.
"No way, again!"
Just as Hawking was moving at high speed on a rooftop, about to rush out of the city, a miniature missile suddenly appeared from high in the sky, heading towards a two-story civilian house not far from him.
Crucially, he clearly saw a couple in the second-floor room of that house, their faces full of terror.
"Damn it all!"
Hawking pulled out the Ruyi Jingu Bang from his back, leaped towards the two-story civilian house, commanded the Jingu Bang to quickly lengthen, and then with a single strike, sent the missile that was about to hit the house flying away.
He also landed on the second-floor balcony of that house.
"Oh, God!"
The middle-aged couple, who had witnessed Hawking splitting the miniature missile with his staff, looked at Hawking standing on their balcony and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Unfortunately, before they could recover from the emotion of escaping death, their expressions changed drastically again.
Because, to their misfortune, another, larger missile flew in from a different direction.
Given the size of that missile, if it hit this civilian house, not only would the couple not survive, but even the two children in the Underground Room downstairs would likely not escape.
Similarly, Hawking also noticed that missile.
If such a large missile hit, he felt that even Son Goku's body might not be able to withstand it.
So he put his hands together and began to gather energy:
"Ka—me—ha—me—ha—!"
The Turtle Hermit Style ultimate move, Kamehameha, was launched with full force, a powerful beam of energy shooting directly at the large missile flying towards them.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the missile was completely destroyed by the Kamehameha, leaving not even a speck of dust.
"That should finally solve it."
Putting his hands down, Hawking was about to leave and continue fleeing the city when he suddenly felt his body go limp, as if falling from heaven to hell, all his strength instantly vanished, and he closed his eyes and fainted on the ground.
"It's over, time's up."
Hawking hadn't expected such a side effect after the protagonist template finished loading.
The middle-aged couple, whose jaws were about to drop from the shock of Hawking destroying the missile with a Kamehameha, saw their savior faint on the balcony, quickly rushed forward to pick him up, and then hurried towards the Underground Room of the house.
Drowsy, drowsy.
Hawking, whose body was sore and weak, gradually regained some consciousness, his eyelids fluttering slightly.
And in his ear, a little girl's voice, filled with concern, sounded:
"Are you ok?"
"Hello, thank you, thank you for the food..."
Instinctively singing out, Hawking immediately realized something was wrong and quickly opened his eyes.
What appeared before him were two bewildered children, a boy and a girl, both around ten years old.
"What are you saying? We don't understand."
The little girl tilted her head, then turned to the little boy beside her:
"Do you understand what he's saying?"
The little boy also decisively shook his head.
The two had learned English speaking from a young age by watching discs with their parents, but the boy's recent reply left them confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's my problem.
May I ask who you are? Where is this place?"
Hawking reacted, turned to look around the room, and then asked the two children in English.
As a foreign trade salesperson in his previous life, although his salary wasn't high, his English speaking ability was quite good.
His last memory was of himself blasting the missile with a Kamehameha, then the protagonist panel loading ended, and he fainted on the balcony, so he planned to get some information from the two children first.
"My name is Wanda Django Maximoff, you can call me Wanda."
"My name is Pietro Django Maximoff, you can call me Pietro."
After introducing themselves, they replied in unison:
"This is our home's Underground Room. Mom and Dad went out to buy food and told us to stay here."
"Pietro, Wanda, and they're siblings, this..."
Hawking suddenly had a bad premonition. He tentatively asked:
"Do you know what country this is?"
"Sokovia."
Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances, then blinked and replied again.
They felt that the older brother their parents brought back yesterday seemed a bit unintelligent, not even knowing the name of the country they were in.
"It... it really is Marvel, I actually transmigrated to the Marvel Universe!"
After confirming again, Hawking almost blurted out a curse.
Although he wasn't a hardcore Marvel fan, he had seen most Marvel movies, including some TV series, just not the comics.
So he was relatively familiar with the Marvel Universe.
It would be understandable if two children had the same name, but Sokovia doesn't exist in reality; it's a fictional Eastern European small country in Marvel.
Marvel, this is not a safe World. Not only are there countless Universes, but most Universes are not safe; a single major event could destroy dozens of Universes.
Even the main Universe in the movie version he watched had its share of chaotic crises.
"Let's try to survive."
After some thought, Hawking couldn't help but sigh.
Actually, if Marvel wasn't so unsafe, he wasn't particularly resistant to transmigration.
Anyway, his parents divorced very early in his previous life, each forming their own families and having children. He had always been an dispensable presence in both families, having long lost any emotional connection.
Living in any World is still living.
"I didn't expect to save Scarlet Witch's parents at the start; that's not a loss."
Looking up at the young Wanda wearing a red jacket, Hawking felt a hint of comfort in his heart.
This future existence is a Multiverse-level being, a solid super powerhouse. If he latches on well and is a bit clever, at least his safety is guaranteed.
The premise is not to let Wanda turn evil.
However, since he saved Wanda's parents, the gears of fate would turn, and Wanda would surely have a happy childhood, greatly reducing the possibility of her turning evil.
"What I need to consider now is how to survive in this World."
His current body was only eleven or twelve years old, and he had no identity. Although his golden finger was powerful, he could normally only use it for an hour, and the side effects were not small.
After some communication with the two innocent children, Hawking gradually formed a plan in his mind.