Two months later, Underground Room.
"287, 288, 289…300."
Hawking, wearing a tank top, gritted his teeth and finished his three hundredth push-up before struggling to his feet and flopping onto the ground.
"As expected of a Saiyan's body, it's incredibly resilient."
His current body looked about eleven or twelve years old, normally not yet in middle school. If he had trained using his methods these past few days, he would likely have been ruined long ago.
At the very least, muscle dissolution would have been inevitable.
But every time he trained until he was completely exhausted, as long as he ate his fill and slept, he would be full of energy the next day, his body fully recovered.
Moreover, he could clearly feel that his body was getting stronger every day.
In just two months, his strength was already comparable to that of an average adult male.
Now, he finally understood the joy of fitness enthusiasts obsessed with working out; it was actually just like leveling up in a game, very fulfilling.
When a person discovers they are making progress every day, they truly become addicted.
"It's just that the economy is still a bit poor."
Sokovia was currently undergoing reconstruction, and Oleg and Elena also had good jobs.
Normally, raising three children wouldn't be a problem, but the Saiyan physique was too good at eating.
If Hawking truly ate to his heart's content, Oleg and Elena's salaries alone wouldn't be enough to feed just him.
One must know that at the World Martial Arts Tournament, Master Roshi's 500,000 prize money for winning first place was eaten by Goku in one sitting, leaving only 480,000.
This also meant that his current training intensity had not yet reached its maximum.
He had thought about whether to let the Goku template possess him; with Goku's strength, going out to earn some extra illicit money wouldn't be a problem.
The public order in Sokovia was not that good nowadays. Robbing some money through 'black-on-black' means could also accumulate some Justice Points.
However, after careful consideration, he ultimately rejected the idea.
Because he suddenly remembered that Sokovia seemed to have a HYDRA Base, and its leader, Baron Strucker, loved to study people with special abilities.
If he were to act rashly and be discovered, not only would he be in danger, but he would also bring danger to Wanda's family.
If he could maintain the Goku state indefinitely, he wouldn't be afraid; he could single-handedly destroy a HYDRA Base.
After all, the strength of a HYDRA Base might not necessarily be as formidable as the Red Ribbon Army.
But he could only maintain the Goku form for one hour, and after it ended, he would be completely exhausted.
Although this side effect had become increasingly smaller as his own strength grew, it was still very dangerous.
The most important point, and also a problem that gave him a headache, was that after transforming into Goku, his personality was somewhat affected. He couldn't handle problems as rationally as he did now; he was too kind, too righteous, and too fond of fighting.
So he felt that he shouldn't rush. It was only 2000, and Iron Man wouldn't appear for another ten years.
He would lay low for a while, at least until his strength was sufficient, before starting to consider earning money and Justice Points.
After resting for a while, Hawking extended the tail hidden at his waist, then wrapped it around a chair and continued to exercise his tail.
The tail was a Saiyan's weakness; once grasped, the entire body would instantly become powerless, so it naturally needed extra time to be trained in advance.
"Hawking, Hawking, come out quickly! The moon is so round today, let's go to the second-floor balcony to look at the moon!"
Just as he was diligently training his tail, Wanda and Pietro poked their small heads through the crack in the door, excitedly waving at him.
Hawking froze at the words, then turned around and smiled:
"You guys go look, I don't like looking at the moon."
Are you kidding? The Saiyan bloodline flowing in his body was the same as Son Goku's. If he went out and saw the full moon, the entire Sokovia would become lively.
He estimated that the next day, a big news story would appear all over the World: King Kong goes wild in Sokovia!
Then, major organizations all over the World would send people to cause him trouble.
Normally, there were twelve full moons a year. From now on, he would have to be careful to avoid each full moon until he could control not transforming, or maintain his rationality after transforming.
"Okay!"
Hearing Hawking's answer, Wanda and Pietro's faces immediately showed disappointment.
In their eyes, Hawking was a very mature and steady older brother who took great care of them, so they always wanted to drag Hawking along for everything.
Plus, their parents worked late every day, so they were also very bored.
"How about this, after you finish looking at the moon, come to the kitchen on the first floor, and I'll make you noodles."
Looking at Wanda and Pietro's dejected expressions, Hawking smiled and comforted them.
His special family environment in his previous life made him learn to live independently very early, and cooking was naturally one of those skills.
Although he couldn't compare to a master chef, ordinary home-cooked meals were no problem.
He felt very bad just eating and doing nothing in this house, so now he basically handled all three meals a day and all the housework, treating it as physical exercise.
In fact, this also aligned with the Turtle Hermit Style's philosophy of cultivation: daily labor is cultivation.
Foreigners' tastes were different from those of China, but it didn't matter; he could make appropriate adjustments.
Wanda and Pietro loved his tomato and egg noodles the most, the super sweet kind.
As for Western dishes, well, to be honest, learning them on the spot wasn't difficult.
"Oh, that's great!"
As soon as the two little ones heard there would be noodles, their disappointment vanished, and they immediately clapped their hands happily and nodded.
In their eyes, Big Brother Hawking was simply amazing. He could make all sorts of delicious food, knew a lot of knowledge, would tell them many stories they had never heard, and always protected them like an adult.
"Hawking, this is a comic Dad gave me before. I've already finished reading it, so I'm lending it to you."
Before Pietro left with his sister Wanda, he suddenly remembered something and handed a comic book to Hawking in a triumphant manner.
"Thank you."
Hawking ruffled Pietro's head, which was half a head shorter than his own, and took the comic book.
Although he wasn't particularly interested in comics, this was a child's kind gesture, and refusing would make the child sad.
"And mine! This is my absolute favorite disc to watch, it's for you."
Wanda, not to be outdone, also handed over a disc, which was the first season of her favorite sitcom, "The Dick Van Dyke Show."
"Thank you too."
Hawking also ruffled little Wanda's head.
After the two left, he put the comic and disc aside, intending to wash up and go to the kitchen on the first floor to make noodles.
However, just as he had finished dressing and was about to go upstairs, he inadvertently glanced at the cover of the comic book, and his expression suddenly changed.
"What is going on?"
It turned out that on the comic's cover, a woman holding a shield was depicted fighting a man with a Red Skull, and next to it, several words were conspicuously marked:
"Captain Carter vs. Red Skull."
Captain Carter vs. Red Skull? Shouldn't it be Captain America vs. Red Skull?
Picking up the comic and quickly flipping through it, Hawking couldn't help but murmur:
"Could it be that I transmigrated to Universe 838!"