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

Chapter 473 Screening

New York, a cosmopolitan metropolis standing tall in the West, has always been known for its bustling prosperity and dazzling nightlife.

On weekdays, 850 million permanent residents traverse the streets and alleys, amidst bustling traffic and towering buildings, creating a vibrant and opportunity-filled urban landscape.

However, Thanos's earth-shattering snap shattered all of this beauty.

In just a moment, lives vanished like candles in the wind, and the city's population plummeted to 400 million.

The once bustling streets are now deserted, filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Everywhere you look, you can see grieving figures.

Some people are immersed in the abyss of grief over the loss of their dearest friends. They sit blankly on the side of the street, their eyes empty, recalling the happy times they spent with their friends. Tears well up in their eyes and slide down their cheeks, wetting their clothes.

Some people, grieving the loss of their loved ones, spend their days in tears, their mournful cries heart-wrenching.

However, in the face of this enormous change, the complexity of human nature was fully revealed.

Some people succumb to suffering, while others completely indulge themselves.

In this world full of uncertainty, no one can say for sure whether an accident or tomorrow will come first.

As a result, the idea of ​​"living for the moment" burned like wildfire in the hearts of many people.

The United States, a country already rife with hedonism, has now taken it to an even higher level.

As night falls, the city's neon lights flash incessantly, reflecting a series of absurd scenes.

Nightclubs and bars were packed with people, and dim lights flickered in the swirling smoke.

People danced wildly, their faces beaming with seemingly joyful smiles. Their glasses clinked together, spilling alcohol everywhere, as they tried to numb the fear and confusion deep within their hearts with alcohol and noise.

But behind this seemingly celebratory atmosphere lies the gradual collapse of social order.

Fights frequently occur on the streets.

Several people were fighting, exchanging blows and cursing, while the people around them just watched indifferently, and no one stepped forward to stop them.

Under the cover of night, robbers robbed passersby in dark corners. The victims' screams echoed through the empty streets, but no one answered.

Faced with such a dire situation, the New York Police Department is severely understaffed. Officers are working tirelessly, handling one case after another, yet they are unable to curb the spread of these chaotic situations and are simply powerless to effectively control the city.

Weiss stood quietly atop the Stark Tower, New York's tallest building.

A biting wind howled past, ruffling his hair, and his figure appeared particularly lonely under the city's neon lights.

He looked down at the city, which had fallen into chaos and depravity, his eyes filled with disgust and disdain, as if he were looking at a repulsive monster.

After a long while, he slightly parted his lips and coldly uttered two words: "Truly ugly."

A faint golden light emanated from his body, flickering and dancing like flames, growing brighter and brighter.

A powerful divine force surged forth from his body, like an invisible wave, rapidly spreading outwards and enveloping the entire city of New York.

Meanwhile, in every corner of New York, whether in luxurious villas or humble apartments, the sleeping children were all having the same dream.

In this strange dream, they saw a magnificent castle with walls made of huge stones engraved with mysterious runes. The towering towers pierced the clouds and, under the moonlight, exuded a mysterious and solemn aura.

Or more precisely, it is a school shrouded in mystery.

In the school, there was a group of children of similar age, wearing unusually styled school uniforms. The teachers, on the other hand, wore long robes, their expressions solemn and mysterious, as they moved between the corridors and classrooms.

Strangely, the other person seemed unable to see him.

"Where am I?"

A little boy woke up with a start and found himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a group of equally confused children. His face was full of doubt, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Where do I am?"

"Barry, is that you?"

Another little girl spotted her friend in the crowd with delight. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she excitedly shouted as she pushed her way towards her friend.

"Tom, is that you?"

Another child recognized the familiar face, his face showing disbelief and his voice filled with incredulity.

"Wasn't I sleeping at home? Why would I dream about you?"

The children chatted amongst themselves, and amidst their surprise and confusion, they gradually found their friends and classmates.

They quickly realized that this was no ordinary dream, but a supernatural event.

Faced with this sudden change, most of the children were so frightened that they burst into tears.

Their small bodies trembled with fear, tears streaming down their faces as they cried out for their mothers.

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They hugged each other tightly, trying to find warmth and comfort in one another.

There was also a small group of precocious and daring children who were not swayed by fear, but instead filled with curiosity about this mysterious castle.

They looked at each other and began to explore cautiously.

They walked along the long corridor.

Strange noises could be heard from the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

They slowly approached a classroom and looked through the window. They saw a teacher standing on the podium, holding a wooden stick, talking to the students.

I strained my ears, but could only hear some indistinct whispers.

Just then, something miraculous happened. A dazzling flame suddenly burst forth from the tip of the stick, like a nimble fire serpent dancing in mid-air.

"???" A child stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"That's so cool, is this magic?"

One of the bolder children broke the silence first, his voice filled with surprise and anticipation.

"This is a school that teaches magic."

A child who usually loves to daydream spoke with certainty, as if he had discovered a shocking secret.

The children immediately started chattering, each one chiming in with their own voices, which grew louder and louder.

"I want to learn magic too!"

"I want to conjure up lots and lots of candy!"

"I'm going to use magic to help Mom and Dad!"

Their words were filled with longing and yearning for magic, their young hearts completely ignited by the wonder of magic.

This dream was created by Wes, with the purpose of selecting children with magical aptitude in the Marvel universe.

(End of this chapter)