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

Chapter 461 Decision

The octopus monsters that were originally surging like a tidal wave, baring their fangs and claws.

Their thick tentacles began to become ethereal and transparent, and their enormous bodies gradually disintegrated, turning into countless crystal-clear bubbles that slowly drifted away in the turbulent airflow.

These bubbles shimmered with iridescent light, like dreamlike illusions, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As the octopus monsters completely disappeared, Wes's figure slowly emerged.

He was radiating the eerie and fiery red light of the Reality Gem.

The power of the Reality Stone flowed around him, forming faint runes.

He is using the power of the Reality Stone to fight against the Time Stone in Strange's possession.

In the universe, the two fundamental forces of reality and time collide and become entangled.

Their clash caused the surrounding space to begin to distort and deform.

The once flat space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, with terrifying cracks appearing. Strange lights flickered from the cracks from time to time, connecting to unknown and mysterious dimensions.

These cracks continued to widen and spread, mercilessly tearing and shattering everything in their path, even distorting light in the face of this immense power.

Wes keenly sensed that the arcane mages outside were already on high alert, gripping their magical artifacts tightly and radiating powerful magical auras, ready to support Strange at any moment.

Under such circumstances, if Strange cannot be dealt with quickly, Wes will be in a very unfavorable situation once the arcane mages join the battle.

He secretly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, and mysterious runes flew from his fingertips, merging into the surrounding space.

As the runes were integrated, the previously sealed space began to loosen, and faint rays of light shone through the gaps.

Before stepping into the passage, Wes turned his head to look at the wary Strange, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of mockery and a touch of threat.

He parted his lips slightly and said in a cold, deep voice, "Strange, from now on I'll play with you properly."

Strange watched Wes's departing figure, his face turning extremely grim.

A terrifying thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind:

Could it be that my actions today led Wes to hand over the Infinity Stones to Thanos?

While the ability to foresee the future is powerful, sometimes knowing the future isn't necessarily a good thing.

Just like today, the actions I take to prevent an unknown crisis may become the fuse that triggers an even bigger crisis.

He tried to stop the incident, but ended up becoming the one who made it happen.

Thinking of this, Strange felt a deep sense of regret. He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out from the force.

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Strange stood there, the Ancient One's words of advice involuntarily echoing in his mind: "No one can truly know the future."

When he recalled the time when the Ancient One said those words to him, he was filled with pride and arrogance.

Having possessed the Time Stone, he believed he had mastered the secrets of time.

Who in this world understands the laws of time better than I do?

The flow, rewind, and stagnation of time were all within his control; that powerful sense of authority made him disregard the words of the Ancient One.

I even have a vague feeling that the Ancient One might be deliberately mystifying things.

Now, he has a deeper understanding of what the Ancient One said.

Even with a powerful artifact like the Time Stone, the future is still full of unknowns and uncertainties.

He thought that by foreseeing the future, he could avoid harm and seek benefit, but he never expected that his actions would trigger a series of unexpected consequences.

Wes flashed back to the mage tower.

Stepping into the tower, his aura remained icy, and his eyes still held the anger from being ambushed by Strange.

He stood in the center of the mage tower, raised his hand and gently waved it. Four Infinity Stones, radiating strange light, slowly floated out of his storage space and surrounded him.

Each of these gems contains cosmic-level energy and is a powerful artifact that countless people dream of.

Wes had had them for a long time, and during that time he had come to deeply appreciate their power.

The Reality Stone can reshape everything in the world; the Mind Stone can control thoughts and see into people's hearts; the Power Stone has the power to destroy a planet; and the Time Stone can control the flow of time.

However, as he spent time with these gems, Weiss gradually realized that although they were incredibly powerful, they were not suitable for him.

Every time he used the power of the gem, he felt an indescribable sense of unease.

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

Moreover, Wes had a vague sense of foreboding that at some crucial moment in the future, these Infinity Stones might not only fail to help him, but could instead become obstacles in his path.

The Infinity Stones can only truly reach their full potential within the unique energy system and rules of the Marvel Universe.

In other worlds, their existence is like that of an alien, out of place; though powerful, they are difficult to integrate perfectly with their surroundings.

What worries him even more is that the powerful energy fluctuations emitted by the Infinity Stones may expose the coordinates of this world.

Once detected by powerful beings with ulterior motives, this world will inevitably face annihilation.

"It's time," Wes murmured softly, his voice low but filled with unwavering determination.

He has made the decision to let Infinite return to its own stage.

In the vast, boundless, and mysterious universe, Thanos's massive fleet is approaching the solar system with a chilling momentum.

The ships in the fleet, like colossal steel beasts, exuded a cold yet powerful sense of oppression.

Hanos sat high on the throne of the flagship, his massive body resembling a majestic mountain.

Thanos's gaze was deep and sharp, as if it could pierce through endless space and fall directly on the distant Earth.

He slowly closed his eyes, and those eyes hidden beneath his heavy eyelids seemed to be accumulating some kind of powerful force.

When Thanos opened his eyes again, the scene before him had suddenly changed.

He found himself sitting at an antique yet luxurious long table, surrounded by completely unfamiliar surroundings.

I noticed someone sitting across from me.

"Wes Irwin".

Thanos whispered the other person's name, his voice low and hoarse.

Despite being in such a bizarre situation, Thanos showed no sign of panic when facing Wes.

His mind raced, and with his rich experience and great wisdom, he made a judgment on the current situation immediately.

[I haven't entered the solar system yet; this must be the mental space created by the Mind Stone.]

(End of this chapter)