The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 533 Consciousness
David left the refugee zone with unsteady steps, as if he had lost his soul. He wandered aimlessly on the edge of the city like a walking corpse.

At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and pain. In his eyes, the whole world became gray and dull, without a trace of color.

"stop!!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded in his ears.

It instantly woke him up from his chaotic thoughts.

David slowly raised his head and saw a soldier holding a gun with the black muzzle pointing at him. His eyes were full of vigilance and impatience.

"Leave now, this is not a place for you."

The soldier shouted again, his tone cold and hard, leaving no room for doubt.

David then realized that he had unknowingly walked to the edge of the city, which is often called the "rich area".

He slowly turned around, looking past the soldiers and towards the city behind him.

It was still bustling and bustling, and the pre-war bustle seemed to have never dissipated.

Cars are coming and going on the streets, pedestrians are wearing bright and beautiful clothes, shops are densely packed, and the windows are filled with a wide variety of goods.

Compared with the refugee area he had just left, this was a world of difference, as if they were two completely different worlds.

On one side is a hell on earth, where refugees are suffering from hunger and disease, struggling in despair;

On the other side, there are lights and wine, and the rich are enjoying a luxurious life.

Such a huge gap made David feel extremely angry.

But at this moment, he was already exhausted both physically and mentally, and he didn't even have the energy to argue with the soldiers.

His eyes were numb and lifeless, and he just turned around mechanically. At the moment of turning around, he subconsciously looked back, and that look was full of unwillingness and helplessness.

After that, David continued to wander around in a daze, not knowing how long he had walked, and before he knew it, he arrived at the Wailing Wall.

The Wailing Wall was crowded with people who came to worship. Everyone was dressed in traditional costumes and looked solemn and pious.

David was pushed by the surging crowd and involuntarily moved closer to the Wailing Wall.

The sounds of chanting around him rose and fell, one after another, like an invisible force, constantly echoing in his ears.

David involuntarily lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and instinctively began to pray.

He prayed that God could hear his voice, see the suffering of the refugees, and pray that the world could return to peace and tranquility.

His lips trembled slightly, he murmured softly, and tears slipped quietly from the gaps between his tightly closed eyes.

"This is all a lie! If God really existed, how could we have been defeated?!"

This voice filled with grief, indignation and questioning was like a powerful blockbuster bomb, exploding among the originally quiet and solemn crowd in front of the Wailing Wall.

You know, the Wailing Wall is one of the most sacred places for the Jews. Countless Jews place their faith and hope here, and it carries the spiritual comfort and sustenance of so many people.

But speaking such outrageous words in such a sacred place is undoubtedly a naked blasphemy against the gods and a blatant provocation to all the believers present.

In an instant, the solemn and pious atmosphere filled with sacredness disappeared without a trace.

The eyes of the people around were all directed at the person who spoke like sharp arrows, their eyes full of anger, shock, and deep contempt.

That look seemed to be filled with burning rage. If the look could really turn into a sharp blade to take someone's life, this person would have been cut into pieces and died countless times.

"Why are you still so stubborn?" The man not only did not calm down at all, but became even more agitated and started a long and passionate speech.

"There are no gods in this world. Even if there really are gods, a god who watches us suffer like this is not worthy of our belief! Otherwise, how do we explain the war we have suffered? Look at our homes, which are now devastated and broken; our loved ones are displaced and many have even lost their lives. Is this the protection of gods?" His voice kept echoing in front of the Wailing Wall. Every word and every sentence was like a sharp dagger, piercing the hearts of every believer present, causing ripples of pain in their hearts.

David stood in the crowd, originally immersed in devout prayer, but was abruptly interrupted by this sudden change.

At first, he felt a strong surge of anger in his heart. After all, the Wailing Wall was a holy place that he once revered and regarded as spiritual sustenance, and he would not tolerate others slandering it like this.

But as the speaker's words became more and more profound, David's heart began to ripple like the surface of a calm lake, and gradually began to waver.

Aren't these the thoughts that he has been hiding in his heart but has not had the courage to say out loud?
At this moment, looking at the speaker's passionate and fearless appearance, David felt that he was emitting a dazzling light all over his body, as if a bright light suddenly appeared in the darkness, illuminating his confused and bewildered heart.

I must follow him and build a home that truly belongs to us.

This idea was like a seed, quietly planted in David's heart and began to take root and sprout.

There was a glimmer of determination in his eyes, no longer filled with numbness and despair as before, but with more longing and courage for the future.

However, most people around were blinded by anger.

"He's a heretic!"

"He must be executed!"

"Slandering God is a crime that deserves the death penalty!!"

Angry shouts rose and fell, like waves of the sea.

The crowd began to get restless and the situation gradually got out of control. Some radical believers even rushed towards the speaker like crazy.

A man with a red face and excited emotions was the first to lose control. He bent down, picked up a stone on the ground, raised his arm high, and threw it hard at the speaker.

The stone whizzed through the air, drew a sharp arc, and smashed towards the speaker viciously with full malice.

This smash was like igniting a barrel of gunpowder, instantly setting the entire place off.

More and more people, as if controlled by some crazy emotion, followed the man's actions, picking up stones without hesitation and throwing them at the speaker.

In an instant, countless stones flew towards the speaker like dense raindrops.

The speaker was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the stone. His head was instantly broken and bleeding. The bright red blood flowed down his cheek, and his face was full of pain.

However, even after suffering such a severe blow, he still stood up straight and showed no intention of retreating.

"My fellow countrymen..."

He endured the severe pain, opened his bloody mouth, and tried to continue shouting, hoping that these crazy people would stop the atrocities in their hands, calm down and listen to the voice deep in his heart.

However, his voice was too weak, and as soon as it came out, it was ruthlessly drowned out by the angry shouts of the crowd.

"Shut him up now!!"

The angry crowd had lost their minds and did not give the speaker any chance to speak.

The stones continued to hit him, and his body began to shake and his steps staggered under the intensive attack, but with his tenacious will, he still stood firm with gritted teeth, his eyes revealing a firmness and indomitable spirit that would never give in.

As the frenzied attack continued, the speaker's strength gradually wore out, and he was eventually knocked to the ground by the rain of stones.

Even so, those crazy people showed no signs of stopping. Stones continued to be thrown at him one after another, slowly piling up around his body.

The stones gradually formed a small mound.

From a distance, the mound looked like a hastily built grave, burying the speaker's voice, his ideals, and his vision for the future, as if to completely erase him from this world.

(End of this chapter)