One question, one answer.
Hawk was taken aback.
Felicia was also stunned.
"A year?"
"A month?"
"..."
Hawk and Felicia exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
The next second.
Hawk realized why he had entered through the storm system at night, but it was still daytime here.
The flow of time here is really different from the outside.
It's just...
"A month outside is equivalent to a year here."
"Then here, a day would equal the outside's..."
Hawk's mind was quickly turning.
Felicia, however, had already provided the answer.
"One day outside is approximately twelve days here."
"Hiss!"
Hawk looked at Felicia, who had already calculated the answer, took a deep breath, and then once again looked at the layout of the wooden cabin.
At first, he felt the cabin was so clean and cozy that it seemed a bit off.
But at first, he couldn't figure it out.
Now he knew what was wrong.
This cabin, whether by decoration or arrangement, or even its adornments, was at odds with the outside natives who liked to tattoo their bodies.
"So, did you and Peter make this chair and table?"
"It was mainly Peter."
Seeing Hawk change the subject, Felicia didn't continue on the passage of time and followed Hawk's gaze, smiling as she said, "Peter is very skillful."
When mentioning Peter, Felicia showed the kind of expression unique to a woman in love with her boyfriend.
Breath cannot deceive.
At first, Hawk thought Peter was here, but in reality, only Felicia was; Peter was nowhere to be seen.
This wasn't a mistake in his perception.
It was the scent of Peter lingering on Felicia, to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing.
There's only one possibility for this situation.
Unity!
So...
When Hawk heard Felicia praise Peter's skillful hands, a strange glint flashed in his eyes but was quickly hidden.
"By the way, weren't you here to find Peter's parents? Did you find them?"
"Found them."
"Then..."
"You just said that a day here equals twelve days outside, which explains why the Uighur tribesmen said Peter's parents died over a hundred years ago. At first, we thought it was a language barrier, but never expected... what they said about over a hundred years ago was true."
One year on Skull Island equals one month outside.
Peter's parents disappeared ten or so years ago, which translates to over a hundred years in Skull Island's time, doesn't it?
At this moment.
Felicia seemed to realize something, looking towards Hawk: "Not right, you said only a month passed outside, it should be the resupply team I arranged before entering, why did you come?"
Hawk snapped back, looking at Felicia.
"I mean, you guys have been here over a month."
"Outside..."
"Everyone at the experimental base died, only one survivor, named Os something."
"Osborn?"
"Yes."
Hawk nodded, briefly explaining to Felicia how the experimental base outside was suddenly attacked on a rainy night, then frowned and asked, "At your experimental base in the Pacific Ocean, do you know of any others who might bear a grudge against you?"
Felicia was silent for a moment, then shook her head.
"I took over Osborn Biotechnology smoothly, and those old shareholders don't seem to reject me as they did Harry. At least our current cooperation is pleasant, so there shouldn't be anyone against me."
"Forget it, we'll talk about this later."
Seeing he wouldn't get any answers out, Hawk didn't press further, as long as Peter and Felicia were safe.
Once again.
He's no Saint, as long as he can make himself and his friends happy, it's enough.
As for others?
Not important.
He still knew Felicia didn't just come with Peter, there should be an operation team as well.
But Hawk didn't even ask.
Because he didn't care, he didn't want to ask.
"By the way, how long has Peter been out? When will he be back?"
"He went out in the morning, the village's hunting party goes out every morning, usually returns before sunset."
When talking about Peter, Felicia once again showed the expression of a woman in love, smiling as she said, "Peter is very capable. Since we arrived here, the Uighur have accepted us. I learned some simple Uighur language, but it's still Peter, Peter is amazing, it's too dangerous outside, Hawk, have you seen..."
At this point, after another glance at Hawk, Felicia's voice paused.
The next second.
Felicia withdrew her gaze: "You're not afraid, you're fine, do you know what the Uighur said when they kneeled to you earlier?"
Hawk thought of the scene of the natives kneeling before him.
"God?"
"No."
"No? Then what?"
"They thought you were their ancestor."
"What the heck?"
Hawk raised his eyebrows.
He didn't even have any descendants yet, so how did he suddenly become someone else's ancestor.
And...
Originally, he thought Peter's love life would be tumultuous, and no matter what, he would definitely have children before Peter.
But then...
Damn time differences!
While Hawk was shocked, he glanced at Felicia's belly out of the corner of his eye.
There...
The little spider was thriving robustly.
Felicia glanced at Hawk, thinking that Hawk was surprised by the Uighur people's worship of him, and explained, "In the Uighur legends, they are said to be descendants of the Celestial God. That male god could also fly through the air, with extremely powerful strength. Just like their legendary ancestor, you can fly and possess great strength."
Hawk chuckled.
"I don't have that many descendants."
"I know, it's just a saying. If they were descendants of the Celestial God, they wouldn't be on this perilous island."
Felicia said this, then looked at Hawk: "By the way, are you thirsty? There's a special kind of fruit here, a bit like a coconut from outside, but it tastes better. Peter brought back a few a few days ago, I'll get one for you."
Hawk responded with a nod.
"Sure."
"Just a moment."
Felicia smiled slightly, turned around, went into the inner room, and soon came back with a blue fruit that looked like a coconut.
After Hawk took the fruit, Felicia grabbed a piece of metal in her hand: "This thing is hard, you can only use this..."
Before she finished speaking.
She found the metal in her hand had disappeared.
Looking.
Felicia saw Hawk holding the metal knife, lost in thought.
"Uh... Hawk?"
"Yes."
Hawk snapped back, looked at Felicia, holding the metal knife in his hand: "Where did this come from?"
Felicia instinctively said, "Peter saved a Uighur child before, and they gave this to us as a thank you. Why, is there something wrong with the metal?"
Hawk shook his head.
No problem with the metal.
Except when he saw the piece of metal, the Sixth Sense that had been alerting him suddenly disappeared.
Clearly.
The Sixth Sense brought him here, likely requiring some time, but finding what he wanted was this piece of metal right in front of him.
At first, he was curious what he needed to spend time to find.
Hawk originally thought it was something hard to find or hard to obtain.
But it turns out...
The Sixth Sense saying it would take some time was due to the time flow between Skull Island and the outside world being different. Even if he spent a day here, twelve days would pass outside, fulfilling the Sixth Sense's suggestion of taking some time.
As for this piece of metal?
Hawk's right hand holding the metal suddenly ignited with flames, almost white-hot, yet the small metal piece showed no sign of softening or melting.
Hiss!
Was this metal's melting point higher than Vibranium's?
Hawk looked at the metal that showed no sign of softening even under his Little Cosmos, and took a sharp breath, his mind conjured up an idea of a metal indeed with a higher melting point than Vibranium, which could be found on Earth.
Adamantium!
Vibranium is strong, can absorb any kinetic energy, but this absorption isn't limitless, and once beyond its limit, it still breaks.
Using Captain America's shield as an example.
Captain America's shield almost broke after three slashes from Thanos's dual-bladed axe made of Uru Metal.
But if Captain America's shield was made of Adamantium instead of Vibranium.
Let's put it this way.
Even if Thanos chopped at it forever, it wouldn't crack.
Because the characteristic of Adamantium is its hardness!
There's unprecedented hardness.
Adamantium must stay at high temperatures, once solidified, it form completely, can no longer change shape, nor can it be decomposed, and won't melt even under high temperatures again.
Put simply.
Wolverine used this metal to resist Jean's entire Phoenix Power.
The entirety.
The only metal that can penetrate Adamantium is Adamantium itself.
Hawk understood why the Sixth Sense said there was something he wanted here now.
Adamantium is indeed what he wanted.
Of course.
Uru Metal is also what he wanted.
But...
For crafting his complete Phoenix Holy Armor, Uru Metal would replace Vibranium.
But Silver Star Sand and Gamma Rays also needed equivalent substitutes.
He wasn't in a rush before; he had no clues for a while.
But now.
Hawk looked at this seemingly Adamantium metal in his hand, his eyes started to burn with passion.
He found the substitute for Silver Star Sand.
It's Adamantium.
The Phoenix Holy Armor made by fusing Uru Metal and Adamantium would be utterly invincible.
But...
How could there be something resembling Adamantium on this isolated island?
And...
...