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

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"This isn't yours."

Wes met Golden Flash's imposing gaze without flinching.

"All the treasures in the world belong to me." Gilgamesh's words revealed an absolute confidence and domineering aura.

It was indeed impossible to persuade Gilgamesh, a fact Wes knew from the very beginning.

Gilgamesh is known for his arrogance and stubbornness; once he makes up his mind, it is almost impossible to change it.

Wes never intended to persuade this arrogant king; he knew that in Gilgamesh's heart, his authority was not to be challenged.

The last bit of 'black mud' was swallowed by the Mind Gem, and the ink-like evil thing vanished without a trace in the gem's dazzling light.

Angolan Manuel, the being that represents all the evil in the world, is like a mayfly before the Mind Stone, unable to cause any ripples.

Wes could clearly feel a sense of satisfaction in the Mind Stone, much like a human being after a good meal.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

"Scum!" When Gilgamesh saw that Wes ignored him, his anger was instantly ignited.

His aura erupted like a storm, and his powerful force caused the surrounding air to tremble.

"Sinking." Wes uttered these two words softly.

He used the Mind Stone to construct a world for Gilgamesh, a world full of illusion and deception.

In this world, Gilgamesh is trapped in an endless fog, unable to extricate himself.

His vision was blurred, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

It could at least hold him off for a few seconds, a very short time, but that was enough for Wes.

Wes reached out and touched the Holy Grail, his heart filled with anticipation and nervousness.

He slowly revealed his wish: "Let me witness the 'roots' of this world."

From Wes's perspective, the entire world turned black, and there was nothing around him but an endless void.

It was a suffocating silence, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

There was a point of light ahead, and he carefully touched it, as if touching a fragile dream.

Countless pieces of information flooded his mind in an instant, creating a shock that words could not describe.

He saw how the world was born, and he saw the origin and development of the universe.

He saw the source of the magic, a mysterious and powerful force that permeated the entire history of the world.

His eyes were glazed over; he had received too much information, and his brain was instantly overloaded.

He felt as if he were in an endless ocean of knowledge, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

His mind went blank, unable to withstand the sudden shock.

The pain seemed to erupt from the depths of his soul; the intense stinging sensation was like countless sharp daggers, relentlessly stabbing deep into his brain.

Wes clutched his head tightly with both hands, the pain on his face clearly visible. The splitting headache was like a terrible storm, almost completely destroying his sanity and making it impossible for him to think clearly.

At this moment, his condition was indeed extremely poor.

His body trembled slightly, bearing immense pressure. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.

His breathing also became rapid and disordered.

However, despite the immense pain his body was enduring, a faint smile remained on his face.

It was a satisfied and gratified smile, a smile full of a sense of accomplishment.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he recalled the incredibly mysterious and magnificent vision of the origin of the world he had just witnessed.

He gained an unprecedented and profound understanding of magic and magical power, as if someone who had been groping in the dark for a long time had suddenly seen a bright ray of light, opening a door to a completely new world.

Once he has fully digested the vast amount of information in his mind, his strength will experience a qualitative leap.

But right now, the most important thing is to leave this place.

Gilgamesh is about to awaken from the illusory world.

Given Wes's current weakened state, he has absolutely no chance against Gilgamesh.

Wes didn't hesitate to travel back to the Marvel universe.

In the vast and boundless universe, a golden spaceship sped past like a dazzling shooting star.

This spaceship is reserved for members of the Asgardian royal family, and every detail of it reflects the majesty of Asgard.

This is a gift from Thor to Wes.

When Wes returned, he seemed to have all his strength drained away. He lay helplessly in the chair, and it took him a while to recover from the overwhelming headache.

Because of his headache, he was now soaked in sweat, and his clothes clung tightly to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned and decided to take a shower first to relieve his fatigue and discomfort.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

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

The water temperature was just right, gently washing over Wes's body.

About 20 minutes later, Wes emerged slowly, wearing a bathrobe. His hair was still damp, and the moisture from his body had not yet dissipated, filling the spaceship with a fresh scent.

He stood quietly by the window, his gaze piercing through the transparent porthole, looking out at the vast and boundless universe.

In the dark universe, countless brilliant stars twinkle like jewels set in black velvet, beautiful yet full of endless unknowns.

Those distant galaxies and mysterious nebulae intertwine in this endless darkness to form a magnificent picture.

Wes narrowed his eyes slightly, beginning to consider his next plan.

His destination was Xandar.

That was the headquarters of the Nova Corps, a planet steeped in legend.

Xandar possesses a powerful military and advanced technology, which gives it a pivotal position in the universe.

The area was very safe and orderly, making it the perfect first stop for Wes to make contact with extraterrestrial civilizations.

His heart was filled with anticipation.

But the next second he suddenly froze, his expression instantly freezing.

"I think I've forgotten something," he murmured softly.

Reach out and make a sweeping motion in the air

Space seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible blade, revealing a crack.

Matou Kariya and Matou Sakura slowly emerged from the crack.

They looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with curiosity, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

"Where am I?" Matou Kariya's voice was tinged with tension and unease.

He looked around at the high-tech equipment and unfamiliar decorations, his mind filled with questions.

His gaze finally settled on Wes, awaiting his answer.

Weiss gave a brief explanation.

"So that means we're in outer space right now." Matou Kariya's mouth dropped open slightly after hearing Wes's explanation, her eyes filled with shock.

He walked to the window, looked at the vast and boundless starry sky outside, and murmured to himself, "So there really are aliens."

Sakura Matou stared wide-eyed, her face full of curiosity, as a meteorite drifted past the window.

(End of this chapter)