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

Chapter 384 Game

Halfway through the meal, the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to have eased slightly due to the delicious food, but in reality, undercurrents were swirling.

Natasha was meticulous and knew that she could not let go of any opportunity to obtain information, so she quietly began her plan to extract information.

With a seemingly casual smile on her face, she skillfully posed a series of seemingly unintentional questions, attempting to extract useful information from Seraph Nami.

To everyone's surprise, Seraph Nami did not hide anything from these questions and answered them all, telling them everything they wanted to know.

The more candid the response, the more uneasy Natasha and Steve felt, and an ominous premonition spread through their hearts.

They knew in their hearts that this meant the enemy didn't take them seriously at all, as if they were nothing more than ants, unable to cause any trouble no matter what they did.

The root cause was simply that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. This cruel reality was like a heavy boulder, making it hard for them to breathe.

The four people sitting at the table listened to Seraphim Nami's answer while exchanging glances. They were all thinking about the same question: should they take advantage of the moment and use force to subdue the two Seraphim in front of them?

However, Seraph Nami and Seraph Usopp seemed completely oblivious to their thoughts, continuing to enjoy their food as if no one else was around.

The two of them had a really big appetite. They moved quickly but gracefully, and in no time at all, the table full of delicious food was completely devoured by them.

After finishing her meal, Seraph Nami gracefully picked up a napkin and gently wiped her lips, her demeanor as elegant and composed as if she were attending a high-class banquet.

Then, she sat up slightly, clapped her hands, and with a slight flicker of light and shadow, a projection slowly appeared in mid-air.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the projection, which showed Seraph Usopp fighting against Tony and Hawkeye.

The battle in the scene was very intense, but it was one-sided. It was clear that Tony and Hawkeye were being suppressed by Seraph Usopp, and they could only dodge, making it difficult for them to organize an effective counterattack.

The once mighty armored legion of the Steel Legion is now reduced to just a handful of soldiers struggling to hold on, their battered state suggesting they might collapse at any moment.

"How long do you think they can hold out?"

Seraph Nami rested her chin on her right hand, tilted her head, and asked leisurely with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Punisher could no longer contain his anger.

He jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with rage, and with a sudden burst of strength, he overturned the table to the ground with a loud crash.

Without saying a word, he quickly pulled out a submachine gun from his waist, aimed it at Seraph Nami and Seraph Usopp, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da~ da~ da~ da~ da~"

A barrage of bullets whistled towards the enemy.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded: just as the bullets were about to hit the two people, they instantly transformed into brightly colored candies.

It fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound.

"???"

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight, and he was anxious to help.

Before he could make a move, the chair he was sitting on suddenly seemed to come alive, instantly growing handcuffs and shackles that firmly bound him.

The handcuffs and leg irons looked quite fragile, as if they could be easily broken with a little force. However, to Peter's despair, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free and could only stand there anxiously.

"calm."

Just as the Punisher was still immersed in anger and preparing to launch another attack regardless of everything, he suddenly felt as if a pair of gentle hands were gently massaging his heart. The raging fire of anger was extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water, and he gradually regained his composure.

"What did you do?"

Natasha's hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

It's important to know that the Punisher isn't a good-tempered person, so the only way to make him calm down so quickly is through superpowers.

Moreover, this is a superpower that can influence the mind. Its attacks are invisible and intangible, making them impossible to defend against. Perhaps they were already unknowingly affected the moment they stepped into the candy house.

Natasha couldn't help but recall the journey so far, feeling as if she had been led by the nose by this seemingly innocent little girl. Every step she took seemed to fall into a carefully designed trap. At this moment, they were like trapped in an invisible net, unable to break free.

"You are too weak. I really don't know why the adults told us to be careful."

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

Seraph Nami walked lightly to Natasha, bent down slightly, and used her slender fingers to lift Natasha's chin, her eyes full of disdain and amusement.

"I really want to dig into your heart and see if there's anything special inside."

Her lips parted slightly, but the words she uttered were like the whispers of a demon, exuding a chilling and sinister aura. At this moment, she had completely lost her previous innocent and lovely appearance; she was now a wicked little devil, revealing the ruthlessness hidden beneath her sweet exterior.

"But I have a better idea."

As she spoke, she moved gracefully to the Punisher's side, slowly reaching out and placing her hand on the Punisher's head.

In an instant, an invisible force seemed to surge into the Punisher's body through her palm, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on the Punisher's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.

His features began to contort, becoming incredibly grotesque. He clenched his teeth and emitted muffled groans of pain, as if he were enduring immense torment. His body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

However, just seconds later, the Punisher seemed like a completely different person. The pain on his face gradually faded, his features returned to calm, and his eyes became empty and dull. His original arrogant aura vanished without a trace.

He stood respectfully behind Seraph Nami, his body ramrod straight, like a loyal servant, completely obedient to Seraph Nami's commands, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

"Game start!"

Seraph Nami's face broke into an excited smile.

(End of this chapter)