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

Chapter 404 Time Controller

Lu Xun's quote: "If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who created it."

This statement is absolutely the most crucial and truthful statement that hits the nail on the head regarding the current predicament.

"Mental storm".

Weiss uttered these words softly, yet beneath his seemingly calm exterior lay a devastating power.

In an instant, the invisible and intangible spiritual energy swept outwards at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

It penetrates all material defenses, acts directly on the depths of the human brain, and strikes the most hidden corners of the soul.

In an instant, the agents of the Time Mutation Administration fell in large numbers, like wheat being harvested by an invisible, incredibly sharp scythe, without any resistance.

Their eyes instantly lost focus, becoming empty and lifeless, as if their souls had been ripped from their bodies. They collapsed limply to the ground, while various instruments and equipment flashing eerie lights emitted chaotic, sharp, and piercing alarms around them.

The attack abruptly stopped, but Wes moved like a black lightning bolt, without the slightest pause or hesitation.

Taking advantage of this brief but precious lull in the chaos, they swiftly stormed into the command center.

Inside the command center, the lights flickered.

The walls were covered with all sorts of complex and dazzling control devices, and on the huge screen, countless data flashed and changed rapidly, making it hard to keep up with the flow.

Meanwhile, Mr. Paradox, the core figure of the Time Mutation Administration, stood there in terror, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hands trembled as he tried to issue a final order, attempting to salvage the already out-of-control situation.

Seeing this, Weiss did not hesitate to lift Mr. Paradox high up with one hand, like a pair of iron clamps, as if he were picking up a chick.

His eyes were like two icy pools, filled with a chilling coldness and an urgent desire. He stared intently at Mr. Paradox and said coldly, "Let me see what secrets are in your head."

Then, Wes began reading Mr. Paradox's memories.

During this process, Mr. Paradox felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his head from all sides at the same time. The excruciating pain almost made him faint. His facial muscles twitched violently, his eyes rolled back, and his entire face was distorted beyond recognition. He kept making weak groans, as if a chopstick was really stirring inside his brain.

Finally, amidst that tangled web of memories, Wes discovered a treasure—the "Time-Space Controller!"

His eyes seemed to be lit up by the glittering stars, instantly bursting with dazzling excitement, and a greedy desire burning fiercely deep within them.

"Where is it!"

Weiss intensified his efforts, continuously extracting memories from Mr. Paradox.

"Then farewell, Mr. Paradox."

After getting the information he wanted, Weiss ruthlessly threw Mr. Paradox out of the command room like a rag.

Mr. Paradox's body traced an arc in the air, like a falling meteor.

As he fell, something incredibly strange happened: his body began to swell continuously, his skin taut like a balloon about to burst, and its color turned increasingly red.

"Bang!"

The instant his body touched the ground, a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, erupted. Mr. Paradox instantly transformed into a giant fireball, its raging flames soaring into the sky like a red lotus blooming in hell, engulfing everything around it.

Amidst scorching heat and towering flames, the Time Mutation Administration was plunged into utter chaos, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wes, like a master strolling leisurely through a sea of ​​hellfire, found the spacetime controller as if he were in an empty field.

When his hand touched the cold and mysterious controller, his movements became exceptionally gentle, as if he were caressing a rare treasure, his eyes filled with fascination and awe.

The time controller contains the power to overturn the entire multiverse.

It can even destroy all other timelines, causing countless worlds to vanish into thin air; pressing a button can determine the fate of billions of lives.

However, Wes had no interest in such a mad act as destroying the world. He had a much higher and purer pursuit in his heart: to unveil the mystery of time and master the supreme "law of time".

This time controller must contain the time law that Wensi has been longing for; it is the key for him to unlock the mysteries of time.

After carefully retrieving the time controller from the mage tower, Wes beamed with satisfaction and muttered to himself, "A great harvest."

This unexpected gain filled him with joy.

After leaving a "gift" for the Time Mutation Administration, Wes turned and left with a flourish.

Meanwhile, the belated agents rushed in, armed with various advanced weapons, looking around blankly and shouting, "Where is everyone?"

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

They were completely unaware that as they breathed, they inhaled extremely fine green dust, which, like ghosts, flowed rapidly through their bloodstream to various parts of their bodies.

Gradually, their pupils began to turn green, and they became restless and agitated.

Someone was the first to lose their temper, shouting, "Damn it!"

Seeing this, bystanders quickly stepped forward to dissuade him, saying, "Calm down."

But the man was like a powder keg that had been lit; he completely lost control of his emotions and hysterically roared, "How can you expect me to calm down?!"

Another agent, his eyes red with emotion, chimed in, "That's right! So many comrades have sacrificed their lives; we can't just let this go!"

Others brandished their weapons, shouting menacingly, "Find that wizard! I'm going to cut him into eight pieces!!"

At this point, a more rational agent tried to dissuade this impulsive behavior, saying, "This is against the rules."

But his words only added fuel to the fire, immediately drawing rebuttals from the crowd: "To hell with the rules!"

In an instant, these normally well-trained agents were engulfed in a heated argument, each arguing back and forth, their emotions growing increasingly agitated.

Finally, amidst the chaotic pushing and shoving and arguing, someone accidentally swung a stun gun at an agent standing nearby.

The agent touched by the stun baton was instantly erased, as if he had never existed in this world, leaving only a blank space.

This scene stunned everyone, before they could even react.

The riots erupted like a raging flood, turning the entire Time Mutation Management Bureau into a living hell. Everywhere there were shouts of killing, screams, and the sounds of clashing weapons, and chaos and despair enveloped every corner.

(End of this chapter)