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

Chapter 393 sequel

The remaining surviving superheroes also returned to Washington, looking exhausted and bewildered, as if they had just woken up from a long and bizarre nightmare.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

Everyone asked questions one after another, but after looking at each other, they realized that no one could figure out what had happened.

Just then, the snowstorm that had been enveloping Washington seemed to receive some kind of command and began to gradually dissipate. The ice covering the city also melted rapidly, and the dripping sound of water echoed through the streets, like a symphony of the city thawing.

The residents who had been frozen gradually regained their vitality. They looked around blankly, their eyes full of doubt.

They had no idea what was happening to them. In their memory, time had stopped a few weeks ago when Washington was a prosperous and peaceful city. But now, the streets were a mess of ruins, with rubble and broken building debris everywhere. This stark contrast left them terrified and bewildered, standing there helplessly.

Even someone as intelligent as Tony was now deep in thought, unable to figure out Wes's purpose.

The series of things Weiss did in Washington, though seemingly grand, appeared to have no real significance and were simply unnecessary.

Tony knew in his heart that now was not the time to think about that; the most urgent task was to deal with the thorny issues at hand.

After all, so many superheroes sacrificed their lives in this sudden tragedy. They gave their lives to protect this city and the world, and their affairs must be handled properly. This is the most basic respect we can show to these heroes.

The military responded swiftly, deploying large numbers of soldiers to Washington, D.C., and establishing defenses at key locations throughout the city in case of any further unforeseen circumstances.

At the same time, explaining this matter to the international community has also become a problem.

This matter has a huge impact, and if not handled properly, it could trigger international panic and chaos. Therefore, it is necessary to find a way to minimize the impact. This series of complicated matters weighed heavily on Tony's mind, requiring him to worry about and devise countermeasures.

For the next month, the entire city of Washington was engulfed in a tense and busy rebuilding effort.

Construction workers toiled day and night, and various construction vehicles shuttled through the streets and alleys, carrying building materials and making a rumbling noise.

Finally, the White House was rebuilt and once again stands in the heart of Washington, its solemn and majestic appearance seemingly proclaiming to the world the city's resilience and indomitable spirit.

To commemorate the fallen superheroes, a grand funeral was held. On the day of the funeral, the sky was overcast, as if even the heavens were mourning for these heroes.

The streets were lined with people who came to mourn, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with tears, and their hands holding flowers, silently bidding farewell to the heroes.

The heroes' names were engraved one by one on that tall monument, the golden lettering shining brightly in the sunlight. It was the glory they wrote with their lives, and it will be remembered by the world forever.

As time went by, people's lives gradually returned to normal, the city's wounds seemed to be slowly healed, the streets regained their former liveliness and prosperity, and people began to busy themselves with their lives. That thrilling incident was gradually sealed away in the depths of memory.

However, one day, their peaceful life was disrupted once again.

As we all know, school bullying is a thorny problem that exists in every country. It is like a shadow hidden under the pure and happy land of the school, which will emerge from time to time, bringing pain and trouble to the teenagers who should be growing up carefree.

Adolescents are at a special stage where they crave self-expression and seek attention from others. However, some of them choose to demonstrate their so-called "extraordinary" status through wrong means of violence, building their happiness on the suffering of others, which has led to countless heartbreaking bullying incidents.

Scorpion was such a pitiful creature; he was like a frightened little rabbit, living in constant fear in the schoolyard, a place that should be full of sunshine.

His striking red hair, which should have been a unique and eye-catching feature, became the reason he was ostracized and bullied by his classmates.

His classmates always looked at him with strange eyes, pointed at him and whispered. They would often play pranks on him or even bully him. Being in such an environment for a long time shaped his sensitive and humble personality.

At school, he always tried his best to hide himself, walking with his head down as much as possible and silently weaving through the crowd, hoping to become less noticeable, like a transparent person. As long as he was not noticed by others, he might suffer less harm.

However, his bright red hair was so eye-catching that no matter how hard he tried to keep a low profile, he was like a fire in the darkness, easily spotted by those with malicious intent.

That day, during the break between classes, Scorpion, as usual, carefully walked to his locker to get the books he needed for the next class.

He had just opened the cabinet and hadn't even reached in when, with a loud "bang!", the cabinet was slammed shut, the force of which nearly pinched his hand.

Green was startled and angrily looked up, but when he saw who had closed the cabinet, the anger that had just surged up vanished instantly, replaced by deep fear. Like a mouse being watched by a cat, he immediately lowered his head again, not daring to meet the other person's gaze, and his body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.

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

The person who closed the cabinet was a Black man, as burly as a small hill, exuding an aura that inspired awe.

He was Carl, the school's notorious bully, who often bullied other students because of his strength and physique, in order to satisfy his twisted vanity.

Moreover, it is said that he has close ties with gangs outside the school, which makes everyone even more afraid of him. On weekdays, everyone would like to take a detour when they see him, for fear of getting involved with this plague.

Today, for some reason, this bully has set his sights on Green, seemingly preparing to "tease" him.

"Hey, Green."

Carl's lips curled into a malicious smile, which, to Green, resembled the smile of a demon, sending chills down his spine.

"Hello, Carl," Green replied tremulously, his voice barely audible, as he tried to shrink his body as much as possible to appear smaller, as if that would help him escape Carl's oppressive gaze.

But he knew in his heart that he was likely to suffer another ordeal today.

(End of this chapter)