The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 521 Return to Marvel
The underworld created by Weiss has begun to take shape.

Looking around, the vast black land stretches into the distance, the undulating mountains have cold outlines, the dark green Styx winds through it, and the sky dotted with dark blue stars hangs high.

Although this place seems rather crude compared to those ancient underworlds that have been carved through the years and are complex and exquisite, the core structure has been completed, and the various key parts work together to maintain basic operations.

Weiss stood in the center of the underworld, his eyes sweeping across the world he had created with his own hands.

Relying on five pillars containing a vast amount of pure soul power, the earth is stable and the sky is orderly. The ghosts also shuttle through every corner in an orderly manner according to the settings, guiding the dead forward.

When pondering the crucial question of how to manage the underworld, Weiss did not intend to delegate anyone to take charge of the underworld.

After all, as long as one is a human being, he or she will inevitably be influenced by selfish desires.

Once selfish motives arise, one may deviate from the track of justice in important matters such as soul extradition and adjudication.

Some souls may be given special treatment due to personal preference, or some may be treated overly harshly due to prejudice.

If this continues, the order of the underworld will inevitably fall into chaos, and may even trigger a riot of souls, endangering the balance of the entire world.

Weiss decided to let the underworld run according to the established program.

He carefully designed a strict system of rules that was integrated into every corner of the underworld.

From the moment the soul enters the entrance to the underworld, the ghosts will guide them along a specific route based on factors such as the good and evil deeds, karma, etc. in their previous lives.

Good souls are led to areas of peace and tranquility, where they find rest;

Souls that have committed many evil deeds will be sent to a place full of suffering and punishment to receive the punishment they deserve.

During this process, the five core pillars continuously provide energy to the underworld, ensuring that the entire program runs stably without external interference.

In this way, the underworld automatically extradites the dead through established procedures without any human intervention, just like an ancient clock that runs with precision, always maintaining stability and fairness.

Only in this way can the underworld adhere to its mission of protecting the soul's destination over the long years and become an important part of the world order.

Three days passed in a flash. In the underworld, Wes finally arranged everything properly after many twists and turns.

The originally chaotic order of soul reincarnation became orderly under his series of swift and decisive actions.

Weiss was certain that the Underworld was now able to function on its own, without his constant presence.

Weisdi once again embarks on a cross-border journey.

As soon as he appeared, Weiss keenly sensed an extremely obvious sense of blockage, as if a pair of invisible but powerful hands were trying to push him away from this world.

His body stagnated slightly, as if he was stuck in a thick quagmire.

[Is it because of the fusion with the world consciousness, or is it Strange's method? ]

The fusion with the world consciousness will cause a huge change in one's own aura, and it is very likely to trigger the instinctive defense mechanism of the powerful world.

Ever since the completion of that fusion, he has exuded an aura that transcends ordinary existence, which may be regarded as a threat by the Marvel world.

It is very likely that Strange noticed his abnormality and used magic to try to drive him out.

The two sides were already on hostile terms, and Strange would certainly stop him at all costs. Weiss looked down at his body, a sense of relief welling up in his heart. If this body hadn't been a native Earthling, he would have been treated as a complete invader by this world, subjected to even more intense rejection.

"Perhaps we can consider Mephisto's proposal."

Weiss immediately discarded the idea.

He knew too well what it meant to cooperate with the devil. Mephisto was known for his cunning and unscrupulousness. To join forces with such a being was undoubtedly to seek the skin of a tiger. He didn't know when he would be calculated by the other party and fall into an irretrievable situation. It would be better to rely on himself to fight alone.

But what should we do next?

The most urgent task is to first figure out the current situation in the Marvel world.

Weiss slowly closed his eyes, and the magic power around him began to flow again, radiating outwards with himself as the center, an extremely subtle yet extremely penetrating mental force.

This mental power was like an invisible net, rapidly spreading throughout the Marvel world. Wherever it went, all the recent events in the Marvel world appeared in his mind as clearly as images.

"Are there still remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Weiss's brows instantly twisted into a deep "chuan" shape, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notes.

"Still messing around with Spencer Quentin?"

This was really beyond his expectations.

Today's Seattle is a completely different world. It has become a city dominated by awakened people.

Looking around, the streets were bustling with people. Among the crowd were awakened ones with agile figures and strange energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies, as well as ordinary people with calm expressions, who were ordinary but full of energy.

They travel in groups of two or three, or alone, and there is no barrier between them, living together peacefully.

The shops along the street are doing a booming business, the owners are greeting customers warmly, the children are playing in the alleys, and the crisp laughter can be heard from time to time. The whole city is filled with a harmonious and vibrant atmosphere.

In the heart of the city, Spencer Quentin truly became the leader.

He stood on the terrace of the City Hall, his posture upright, his eyes determined as he looked down at the entire city.

His eyes showed both infinite expectations for the city's future and the calmness and confidence of being in control of the overall situation.

Beside him, a group of assistants were busy reporting on various matters. He sometimes nodded slightly, sometimes gave concise and powerful instructions, and his every gesture showed his leadership style.

Since he came to power, he has formulated a series of policies to promote harmonious coexistence between the awakened and ordinary people, and vigorously promoted the construction and development of the city, making Seattle completely new in a short period of time and becoming a place to live that many people yearn for.

"I have convinced Congress that you will become a member of Congress."

Phil Coulson's voice came from behind Spencer Quentin, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.

Spencer turned around and saw Coulson standing there, his figure still straight, but his face was obviously more tired, and his originally bright and sharp eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light haze.

SHIELD was once a powerful force in this land, but now it has disintegrated, leaving behind only a lot of legacy.

These legacies are like a double-edged sword. While they bring opportunities, they also come with many unknown risks and challenges.

(End of this chapter)