The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 473 Screening

New York, an international metropolis standing in the west of the world, has always been famous for its prosperity, bustle, bright lights and feasting.

On weekdays, 850 million permanent residents travel through the streets and alleys, with traffic flowing constantly and high-rise buildings standing side by side, creating a city picture full of vitality and opportunities.

However, Thanos' earth-shattering snap of his fingers shattered all this beauty.

In just a moment, lives disappeared like a candle in the wind, and the city's population dropped sharply to 400 million.

The once bustling streets have now become deserted, filled with endless sadness and despair.

Grieving figures can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Some people are immersed in the abyss of pain of losing their best friends. They sit on the street blankly with empty eyes, recalling the happy times they once spent with their friends. Tears flow unconsciously, sliding down their cheeks and soaking their clothes.

Some people cry all day long because of the loss of their loved ones, and their sorrowful cries are heartbreaking.

However, in the face of this huge change, the complexity of human nature is fully revealed.

Some people sink in pain, while others completely indulge themselves.

In this world full of uncertainty, no one can tell which will come first, an accident or tomorrow.

As a result, the idea of "living in the moment" burned like wildfire in the hearts of many people.

The United States, a country where hedonism is already prevalent, is now getting worse.

As night falls, the city's neon lights flicker, reflecting a series of absurd pictures.

Nightclubs and bars were packed with people, and the dim lights flickered in the smoke.

People were dancing wildly, with seemingly happy smiles on their faces, and the wine glasses in their hands were constantly clinking and splashing. They were trying to use alcohol and noise to numb the fear and confusion deep in their hearts.

But behind this seemingly carnival is the gradual collapse of social order.

Fights often break out on the streets.

Several people were fighting with each other, throwing punches and kicks, cursing at each other, but the people around them just watched indifferently, and no one stepped forward to stop them.

Robbers took advantage of the night to rob passers-by in dark corners. The victims' cries echoed in the empty streets, but no one responded.

The New York Police Department faces such a serious situation and is seriously short of police force. The police are exhausted and have to deal with one case after another, but they are still unable to curb the spread of these chaos and are completely unable to effectively control the city.

Weiss stood quietly on top of the Stark Tower, the tallest building in New York.

The biting cold wind whistled past, blowing his hair, and his figure looked particularly lonely under the neon lights of the city.

He looked down at the city that had fallen into chaos and corruption, his eyes full of disgust and disdain, as if he was looking at a disgusting monster.

After a long moment, he opened his lips slightly and uttered two words coldly: "How ugly."

A faint golden light radiated from his entire body, which flickered and jumped like a flame, becoming brighter and brighter.

A powerful divine power surged out from his body, like an invisible wave, quickly spreading around and enveloping the entire New York.

At the same time, in every corner of New York, whether it was a luxurious villa or a simple apartment, the sleeping children had the same dream.

In this strange dream, they saw a magnificent castle. The walls of the castle were made of huge stones and engraved with mysterious runes. The towering towers reached the sky, and under the moonlight, it exuded a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Or more precisely, it is a school full of mystery.

At school, there was a group of children of the same age as them, wearing peculiar school uniforms, while the teachers, all wearing long robes, looked solemn and mysterious, as they shuttled between the corridors and classrooms.

But the strange thing was that the other party seemed to be unable to see him. "Where is this place?"

A little boy woke up from his sleep and found himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a group of equally confused children. He was full of confusion and asked in fear, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Barry is that you?"

Another little girl was surprised to find her friend in the crowd. Her eyes lit up instantly and she shouted excitedly while squeezing towards the other person.

"Tom, is that you?"

Another child recognized the familiar face, an expression of disbelief on his face and a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"I was sleeping at home, wasn't I? Why did I dream about you?"

The children talked to each other, and gradually found their friends and classmates in surprise and confusion.

They soon realized that this was no ordinary dream, but a supernatural event.

Faced with this sudden change, most of the children were frightened and started crying.

Their little bodies trembled in fear, tears kept flowing, and they cried and shouted for their mothers.

They hugged each other tightly, trying to get some warmth and comfort from each other.

There were also a small group of precocious and courageous children who were not swayed by fear, but were full of curiosity about this mysterious castle.

They looked at each other and began to explore cautiously.

They walked along the long corridor.

Strange noises could be heard from the rooms on both sides of the corridor from time to time.

They slowly approached a classroom and looked inside through the window. They saw a teacher standing on the podium, holding a wooden stick in his hand and telling something to the students.

I pricked up my ears, but could only hear some vague whispers.

At this moment, something magical happened. A dazzling flame suddenly burst out from the top of the stick, like a nimble fire snake, dancing in the air.

"???" A child opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and his mouth was so wide that an egg could be stuffed in.

"That's cool, is this magic?"

A braver child broke the silence first, his voice full of surprise and anticipation.

"This is a school that teaches magic."

A child who loves to fantasize said this in a firm tone, as if he had discovered a shocking secret.

The children immediately started chattering and discussing, their voices getting louder and louder.

"I want to learn magic too!"

"I want to make lots of candies!"

"I want to use magic to help mom and dad!"

Their words were full of yearning and longing for magic, and their little hearts were completely ignited by the magical magic.

This dream was created by Weiss, and his purpose was to select children with magical talents in the Marvel world.

(End of this chapter)