The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 16 Side Quests Unlocked

Who is Mephistopheles?

That is the real Lord of Hell!

In the vast and boundless multiverse, it has always been known for its cunning and cruelty.

He is a powerful being on the same level as Satan, Dormammu, Odin, and other powerful figures who command respect in their respective regions.

Wes became wary again. "So, Mage, you're not here to deliver gifts, but to assign a task?"

"Mephisto. No, I think you overestimate me."

Wes knew that he was not strong enough to face Mephisto head-on, and that would be sending him to his death in vain.

Seeing that Wes had clearly misunderstood, the Ancient One explained slowly, "It's not that I want you to directly confront Mephisto. After we banished Him from Earth, His true form could no longer descend here, and now He can only rely on his clones to bewitch humanity."

"Even if it's just an avatar of His, I still can't deal with it," Wes said, frowning.

"I didn't say you were going to fight Him," the Ancient One said seriously, no longer keeping her in suspense. "I want you to protect something—the San Venganza Pact."

"Once the mission is completed, the gift will naturally be yours. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with it."

Wes didn't believe the Ancient One's words, but he couldn't simply refuse a powerful figure's request.

He remained silent for a long while, the Ancient One simply sipping her tea and waiting for Wes's reply.

"Are you sure I won't run into Mephisto during the mission?" Wes asked cautiously, still somewhat uneasy.

"I swear, I can swear to God..." the Ancient One said, raising his right hand as if preparing to swear.

Weston was speechless for a moment, and said helplessly, "Now that you say that, I'm even more hesitant to go."

I swear to God, if you ever meet God and don't give Him a good beating, you're practically on good terms.

After careful consideration, Wes finally decided to agree to the Ancient One's request.

Of course, he could simply disappear through the panel, but Wes didn't want to do that. He couldn't guarantee that the next time he returned to the Marvel universe, he would still be able to sit so amicably across from the Ancient One, drinking tea.

He was indeed a little curious about the gift that Gu Yi had mentioned.

"Here, take this."

The Ancient One handed Wes a spotless white quill pen.

"It can guide you to the San Van González Pact."

After saying these words, the Ancient One seemed to be afraid that Wes would change his mind, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

"I think I've been tricked?" Wes's lips twitched involuntarily.

"I'll trust you this time. Surely a dignified Supreme Master wouldn't lie to me."

"Jandy!"

As Wes called out, the house-elf Jandy appeared before him.

"Please give your orders, Master," Jandy said respectfully.

"I've packed everything up, I'm going to rest now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Weiss then returned to his bedroom to prepare for a good rest and recuperation.

The following afternoon, Wes appeared on Arthur Avenue.

However, what he didn't know was that his photo went through layers of rigorous screening before finally appearing on Nick Fury's computer screen.

"This is the mysterious magician."

Nick Fury maintained his cautious demeanor as always.

"Since last year, the intelligence team has been screening the identity information of everyone on Arthur Avenue, whether they are local residents, tourists, or even homeless people. They have all undergone at least three comprehensive reviews."

"In the process, we also helped the FBI successfully locate several escaped criminals."

Coulson shrugged, seemingly a little tired of such intense work.

"So, what exactly makes Wes Irwin so special?"

Nick Fury's gaze sharpened as he pressed for an answer.

"For the entire year, apart from tourists from other places, he was the only unfamiliar face on the whole street."

As Coulson spoke, he touched his increasingly thinning hair.

You should know that he spent countless hours throughout the year investigating the situation of all the residents on the street, including all kinds of tourists.

"Moreover, his background is almost too clean."

Nick Fury nodded slightly, signaling Coulson to continue.

"According to a detailed investigation, Wes Irwin mysteriously disappeared from the orphanage when he was 11 years old and never returned."

"There is no record of any education, not even a single medical visit, not even a credit card, no Twitter account, and no close contact with anyone."

"His car was bought with cash. Over the past ten years, he has left very little trace in this world, as if he has been living in another unknown world."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Coulson's gaze was firm, and he said with certainty, "Sir, I'm 80% sure that Wes Irwin is that mysterious and unpredictable magician. Even if he isn't, he must be hiding a great secret."

"Not even having a credit card immediately tells you he's not a respectable person," Nick Fury said after a moment's thought.

"Keep a close eye on him. Send out three squads to track and monitor him day and night. If necessary, even use satellites. I will grant you temporary Level 7 clearance."

"Mission accomplished, sir!"

Without hesitation, Coulson immediately mobilized manpower to arrange the relevant matters.

Weiss drove quickly away from New York, following the direction indicated by the quill pen.

Not long after, he left New York State.

He was completely unaware that he was being followed.

"Sir, he headed north. The area there is open and not conducive to our tracking."

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Coulson made a swift and decisive decision:

"Immediately deploy satellites and keep a close watch on him. You must take turns following him, and absolutely do not let him detect you."

"Based on his route of movement, the intelligence team quickly analyzed the specific places he might go."

As soon as the order was given, dozens of agents quickly began to take action.

Wes handed the steering wheel to Jandy and sat in the back seat, taking out a notebook to read intently.

Later, he simply used magic to make the car drive itself, following the direction of the quill pen.

Except for refueling along the way, the car never stopped.

Anyway, Wes's magical suitcase was stocked with plenty of supplies and had enough space for him to rest.

This really put Coulson and his agents through a lot of trouble.

Upon arriving in Texas, the car veered off the main road and onto a narrow side road.

After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived at an extremely desolate cemetery.

The quill pen was pointing in the direction of a dilapidated wooden house.

After getting out of the car, Wes stretched and couldn't help but complain, "This journey was terrible. It would have been much more convenient to ride a flying broom. I need to find some time to properly modify this vehicle."

This journey made him very uncomfortable, and Wes planned to use alchemy to transform the car into a luxury version.

Wes turned to look at the dilapidated wooden hut and muttered to himself, "Is this where the 'San Venganza Pact' is located?"

He stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Squeak~~"

The door emitted a sound that made one's teeth ache.

However, what greeted Wes was not his owner's kind and friendly smile, but a cold double-barreled shotgun.

(End of this chapter)