The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 468 The Devil Reappears
"We, the awakened ones, have never been rebels. We are just resisting, resisting this unfair treatment and the brutality of the US government!"

Spencer spoke passionately, his words like a blazing flame, igniting the emotions of those present.

The audience in the audience began to whisper and talk, and kept looking at Spencer with sympathy.

On social media, related topics also quickly fermented, and netizens made comments and strongly condemned the actions of the US government.

Spencer's remarks were like a storm that swept across the United States and pushed the US government to the forefront of public opinion.

"Damn!!"

In the Oval Office, the President of the United States slammed the table, causing the documents on the table to rustle. His face turned red with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and his roar echoed in the empty office.

At this moment, he was watching Spencer's fierce criticism of the government at the press conference through the live broadcast, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Cut off the live broadcast." He shouted without thinking.

"Sir, this is impossible." The staff beside him carefully advised him, and he bowed slightly.

As the president's think tank, he knows that the current situation is like an intricate chess game, and every move is crucial.

"Doing so will only make people think that they are the victims."

The aide's voice was low and calm, and he tried to calm the president down and analyze the current situation rationally.

In this era of information explosion, people have a strong desire for the truth. Once the live broadcast is forcibly cut off, it will undoubtedly send a guilty signal to the public, which will only make people more inclined to believe Spencer's words.
Putting the government in a more disadvantageous position.

"What should we do?" There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in the president's voice. He sat back in his chair dejectedly, holding his head in his hands, his eyes revealing fatigue and confusion.

, the former president turned into ashes with the snap of Thanos' fingers, and he hurriedly took over this devastated country.

Before he could even get comfortable in the presidency, he encountered such a difficult issue as the Awakener Rebellion.

He racked his brains but could not come up with an effective solution. The pressure in his heart was like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Forget it," the president sighed deeply, his face filled with frustration and helplessness. "Half of the life in the universe is dead. Who cares about the Awakened anymore?"

There was a hint of desperation in his voice.

At this moment, in his opinion, the problems of the awakened people seemed insignificant in the face of the huge disaster caused by Thanos's snap.

He seemed to have given up struggling and let the situation develop in an unknown direction.

After Spencer's speech, more and more awakened people and their families headed towards Seattle with a desire for freedom and equality.

Their figures shuttled across the deserted roads and in the bustling city, forming a huge flow of people.

Spencer formulated laws for the awakened ones and also established his own set of operating rules. From material distribution to security, from education and medical care to cultural construction, every link was carefully planned.

Soon, Seattle became like an independent little world, and thanks to the efforts of the awakened people, it gradually regained new vitality and vigor.

Weiss, hidden in the void, is quietly observing all this with a perspective beyond ordinary people.

He saw something that ordinary people could not perceive - "silk thread".

Those countless threads, like an invisible giant net, entwine and intertwine with each other, connecting everyone in Seattle and even extending into the universe.

Weiss's heart surged with curiosity. He slowly reached out his hand and tried to touch these mysterious threads. The moment his fingertips touched the threads, a huge stream of information flooded into his consciousness like a surging tide.

In an instant, countless images, emotions, and thoughts flashed through Weiss's mind, and he suddenly understood.

"Is this cause and effect?" he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the void.

These threads carry the intricate connections between people and the complex cause and effect interwoven between the past, present and future.

Perhaps, it can also be called fate.

Wes recalled his series of actions, from initially using the Mind Stone to catalyze the awakeners to his "transformation" of Spencer, pushing the situation forward step by step.

This seemingly inadvertent action actually changed the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.

Before becoming a demigod, he was completely unaware of the power of fate, but now, he truly felt that fate was everywhere. It was like an invisible hand, controlling the development of all things in the world.

"Have I changed their fate?"

A hint of doubt welled up in Weiss's heart.

His actions brought about a huge chain reaction, but he was not sure whether he was following the arrangement of fate or truly changing the course of fate.

"Charming, isn't it?"

A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind Weiss.

The sudden sound did not make Weiss panic at all. His expression was calm as water, as if he had already expected such an uninvited guest.

In fact, ever since he began observing those mysterious threads, he had keenly sensed a faint aura wandering around.

The devil from hell - Mephisto.

Mephisto, as always, transformed into the appearance of an old gentleman, wearing a black tuxedo with a bright red rose pinned to his collar, holding an exquisite cane in his hand, his silver hair combed neatly, and a faint smile on his face, looking very elegant.

But behind the smile lies endless cunning and evil.

"We meet again, wizard." There was a hint of teasing in Mephisto's voice, as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Good evening, Lord of Hell."

Weiss turned around and responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference and confidence.

Facing such a powerful and dangerous being as Mephisto, he showed no fear at all, and his tone was just the right amount of politeness.

"Hahaha, you've become braver."

Mephisto threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed in the void, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

His words seemed to be a compliment to Weiss, but also contained a hint of sarcasm.

Mephisto was still vividly remembering the last time Weiss had run away as soon as he became aware of his presence.

This aroused a sense of curiosity in Mephisto. He really wanted to know what Weiss had experienced during this period of time to be promoted to a demigod.

(End of this chapter)