The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 467 The Awakener

"Spencer Quentin~"

"Spencer Quentin~"

The voice echoed in the thick, inky darkness, like a ghostly whisper or an ancient curse that penetrated deep into Spencer Quentin's consciousness.

Spencer suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, his body trembling as if he had been electrocuted, but he found himself in an endless fog.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, the dead silence seemed to swallow up all sounds, except for the calls, which seemed to come from the distant end of the universe, or whispered right next to the ears, but the exact direction could not be determined.

"Who, who is talking..."

Spencer's voice trembled slightly. His usual courage and fearlessness disappeared without a trace at this moment. Fear was like a surging tide, completely drowning him in an instant.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and every beat seemed like it was going to burst through his chest.

Out of instinctive defense, his hands instantly released boiling heat, and the blazing light illuminated a small area around him. That was the superpower he awakened after the "Ice Frozen Incident" - controlling fire.

His palms were like two small volcanoes, with orange flames surging and jumping in them, instantly dispelling some of the cold mist.

As the high temperature was released, the fog gradually dissipated.

Spencer slowly raised his head and saw Wes floating leisurely in the air.

Weiss looked down at him, his eyes as deep as an endless black hole, as if he could see through Spencer's every thought.

"It's you, wizard!"

Spencer recognized Wes at a glance. During the battle in New York, Wes's mysterious and powerful magic left a deep impression on Spencer.

The brilliant magical light is still vivid in my mind.

At this moment, in addition to fear, there was also a hint of anger and vigilance in his eyes.

"What do you want to do? Where is this place?"

He questioned loudly, his voice becoming a little hoarse due to tension and anger, while he quickly rolled out a fireball in his hand and shot it at Weiss without hesitation.

However, the fireball passed straight through Weiss's body, and he was just an illusion.

Spencer froze, his arms still stretched forward.

This is not the real world, but a dream, and the Weiss in front of him is just a ball of mental power.

[Irritability and lack of calmness.]

Weiss secretly evaluated Spencer in his mind.

He quietly observed Spencer's every move, as if he were examining a worthless object.

The reason Spencer Quentin became the leader of the awakened was nothing more than courage and a bit of luck.

He lacks the calmness, wisdom and decisiveness that a true leader should have.

When faced with a crisis, he acts instinctively, lacking forethought and long-term planning.

Weiss really had no interest in wasting time talking to such a person.

He just waved his hand lightly, and Spencer Quentin was as if grabbed by an invisible big hand, floating uncontrollably in front of Wes.

Wes reached out and grabbed Spencer's head with one hand.

"Let me help you."

Weiss's voice carried an irresistible authority.

A powerful stream of information rushed into Spencer's brain like a surging torrent.

"what!"

Spencer Quentin let out a painful wail, the sound was sharp and shrill, as if he was tortured by endless pain.

His body began to tremble violently, his face twisted in pain, his features almost squeezed together.

Then, he suddenly jumped out of bed, sweating profusely, his pajamas already soaked with sweat and clinging to his body. His eyes were full of fear and confusion, and he was gasping for breath, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

"Is it a dream??"

He gasped and looked around with lingering fear. The familiar room came into view, the dim lights, the messy bed, everything seemed so real, yet so unreal.

It seemed like everything was just a nightmare.

However, the pain I just experienced was so real, the pain could not be faked, and the pain that penetrated deep into my bones seemed to still be spreading in my body.

He felt his throat was so dry that it seemed to smoke, and every breath seemed to burn his throat.

Subconsciously, I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table.

But the moment he touched the cup, it melted instantly and turned into a pool of boiling liquid, slowly flowing across the table.

"My ability?"

Spencer looked at his hands in surprise, which were still emitting a faint red glow.

My superpowers were not this powerful before.

Before he could recover from his shock, some information suddenly began to emerge in his mind uncontrollably.

The information was like a surging tide, constantly impacting his brain. Ancient tactics, sophisticated leadership methods, complex insights into human nature... countless knowledge and concepts poured in, and his head was about to burst.

He rolled around on the bed in pain, holding his head tightly with both hands, his nails almost digging into his scalp.

Sweat rolled down like beans, quickly soaking the sheets and forming a large puddle of water on the sheets.

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

Spencer gasped for breath, each breath a struggle.

Wes not only strengthened his superpowers, but also forced a lot of knowledge about political tactics and leadership into Spencer's mind.

All of this will completely change Spencer's fate, and will also have an immeasurable impact on the entire awakening group and even the pattern of the United States.

Weiss disappeared into the void, his figure perfectly concealed.

Even the most perceptive observers would find it difficult to detect his presence.

He was full of anticipation and curiosity about how things would develop next.

Under Wes's "transformation", Spencer Quentin seemed to be reborn.

Not long after, he held a high-profile press conference.

The press conference was crowded with reporters from major media outlets, all carrying cameras and long guns, surrounding Spencer tightly.

Spencer stood on the stage, his expression excited, his eyes red and tears welling up in his eyes.

"Everyone, I stand here today to reveal a cruel truth to you!"

Spencer's voice was slightly choked but powerful, and it spread throughout the venue through the microphone.

He began to tearfully describe how the US government oppressed the awakened people.

Every detail seemed to be filled with blood and tears, stinging the hearts of everyone present.

"They treat us as monsters and threats, and subject us to unwarranted surveillance, arrests, and even cruel experiments!"

Spencer became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his hands in the air, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

To prove his point, he also showed a lot of video footage.

In the video, the awakened ones were treated roughly by fully armed soldiers, imprisoned in small and dim cells, and suffered inhuman torture.

As soon as these images appeared, the entire venue was in an uproar, reporters pressed the shutter button one after another, and flashes of light appeared one after another.

(End of this chapter)