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

Chapter 468 The Devil Returns

"We, the awakened ones, have never been rebels; we are simply resisting—resisting this unjust treatment, resisting the atrocities of the US government!"

Spencer spoke passionately, his words like a blazing fire, igniting the emotions of those present.

The audience began to whisper and murmur among themselves, casting sympathetic glances at Spencer.

On social media, the topic quickly gained traction, with netizens posting comments and strongly condemning the actions of the US government.

Spencer's remarks were like a storm that swept across the United States, pushing the US government to the forefront of public opinion.

"Damn it!!"

Inside the Oval Office, the US president slammed his fist on the table, causing the documents on it to rattle. His face flushed red with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to spit fire. His roar echoed through the empty office.

At that moment, he was watching Spencer's fierce attack on the government at a press conference via live stream, and he could no longer suppress his anger.

"Cut off the live stream," he roared without thinking.

"Your Excellency, this is impossible," a staff member cautiously advised, bowing slightly.

As the president's advisor, he knew that the current situation was like a complex game of chess, where every move was crucial.

"Doing so will only make the public think that they are the victims."

The aide's voice was low and calm as he tried to calm the president down and get him to analyze the situation rationally.

In this age of information overload, the public has a strong desire for the truth. Forcibly cutting off the live broadcast would undoubtedly send a signal of guilt to the public, only making them more inclined to believe Spencer's statements.

This puts the government in a more disadvantageous position.

"What should we do then?" The president's voice carried a hint of helplessness and anxiety. He slumped back into his chair, burying his face in his hands, his eyes revealing exhaustion and confusion.

The former president turned to ashes with Thanos' snap of his fingers, and he hastily took over this country riddled with problems.

Before he could even settle into the presidency, he was hit with the thorny issue of the Awakened Rebellion.

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with an effective solution. The pressure in his heart was like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Never mind," the president sighed deeply, his face filled with frustration and helplessness. "Half of all life in the universe is dead, who cares about the Awakened Ones?"

His voice carried a hint of despair.

At this moment, in his view, the problems of the Awakened seemed insignificant in the face of the enormous disaster caused by Thanos' snap.

He seemed to have given up the struggle and let the situation develop in an unknown direction.

Following Spencer's speech, more and more awakened individuals and their families, yearning for freedom and equality, headed towards Seattle.

Their figures moved along desolate highways and through bustling cities, forming a vast and mighty flow of people.

Spencer formulated laws for the awakened and also built his own set of operating rules, meticulously planning every aspect from resource allocation and security to education, healthcare and cultural development.

Soon, Seattle became like a small, independent world, gradually radiating new life and vitality thanks to the efforts of the awakened.

Hidden in the void, Wes was quietly observing all of this from a perspective beyond that of ordinary people.

He saw something that ordinary people couldn't perceive—"silk threads".

Those countless threads, like an invisible giant net, intertwine and weave together, connecting everyone in Seattle and even extending into the universe.

A surge of intense curiosity welled up in Wes' heart, and he slowly reached out to try to touch these mysterious threads.

The instant his fingertips touched the silk thread, a surge of information flooded into his consciousness like a tidal wave.

In an instant, countless images, emotions, and thoughts flashed through Wes's mind, and he suddenly understood.

"Is this cause and effect?" he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the void.

These threads carry the intricate connections between people, and the complex cause and effect woven from the past, present, and future.

Perhaps, it can also be called fate.

Weiss recalled his series of actions, from initially using the Mind Stone to catalyze the awakening of the Awakened to "transforming" Spencer, gradually pushing the situation forward.

This seemingly casual act has truly changed the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.

Before becoming a demigod, he was completely unaware of this power of fate, but now he truly feels that fate is omnipresent, like an invisible hand controlling the development of all things in the world.

"Did I change their fate?"

A sense of doubt arose in Wes's mind.

His actions triggered a huge chain reaction, but he was unsure whether he was simply going along with fate or truly changing its course.

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

"Isn't it charming?"

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out behind Wes.

The sudden sound did not startle Wes in the slightest; his expression remained calm, as if he had already anticipated such an uninvited guest.

In fact, from the moment he began to observe those mysterious threads, he keenly sensed a faint aura lingering nearby.

Mephisto, the devil who came to hell.

Mephisto, as always, transformed into an old gentleman, dressed in a black tailcoat with a vibrant red rose pinned to his collar, holding an exquisite cane in his hand, his silver hair neatly combed, and a faint smile on his face, looking quite elegant.

However, behind the smile lies endless cunning and evil.

"We meet again, wizard." Mephisto's voice carried a hint of teasing, as if he were greeting a long-lost friend.

Good evening, King of Hell.

Wes turned around and responded calmly and confidently, his eyes revealing a hint of composure and self-assurance.

Facing such a powerful and dangerous being as Mephisto, he showed no fear whatsoever, and his tone even carried a touch of appropriate politeness.

"Haha, you've gotten bolder."

Mephisto threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed in the void, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

His words sounded like both a compliment to Wes and a hint of sarcasm.

Mephisto still vividly remembers the last time Wes ran away as soon as he noticed his presence.

This aroused Mephisto's curiosity. He wanted to know what Wes had gone through during this time to become a demigod.

(End of this chapter)