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

Chapter 521 Back to Marvel

Wes's creation of the underworld is already taking shape.

Looking out, the vast black land stretches into the distance, the undulating mountain ranges have a cold and austere outline, the dark green River Styx meanders through it, and the sky is dotted with dark blue stars.

Although it appears rather rudimentary compared to the ancient underworlds that have been sculpted over time and are intricately complex, the core structure has been completed, and the various key parts work together to maintain basic operations.

Wes stood in the center of the underworld, his gaze sweeping over the world he had created with his own hands.

With five pillars containing a vast amount of pure soul power as their support, the earth is stable, the celestial phenomena are orderly, and the spirits of the underworld, in accordance with their established rules, move through every corner in an orderly manner, guiding the souls of the dead forward.

While pondering the crucial question of how to manage the underworld, Wes did not intend to appoint anyone to oversee it.

After all, as long as one is human, it is difficult to avoid being swayed by selfishness.

Once selfishness takes hold, one may stray from the path of justice in important matters such as the transfer of souls and the adjudication of cases.

Some souls may be given special treatment due to personal preference, or they may be overly harsh on others due to prejudice.

If this continues, the order of the underworld will inevitably fall into chaos, and it may even trigger a rebellion of souls, endangering the balance of the entire world.

Wes decided to let the underworld operate according to the established procedures.

He meticulously designed a rigorous system of rules that permeated every corner of the underworld.

From the moment a soul enters the underworld, the spirits guide it along a specific route based on factors such as the soul's good or evil deeds and karma in its previous life.

Kind souls will be led to a peaceful and tranquil place, where they will find rest.

The wicked souls will be sent to places filled with suffering and punishment to receive their due retribution.

During this process, the five core pillars continuously provide energy to the underworld, ensuring the stable operation of the entire procedure without external interference.

In this way, without human intervention, the underworld automatically guides the souls of the dead according to a set procedure, just like a precisely running ancient clock, always maintaining stability and impartiality.

Only in this way can the underworld, throughout the long years, uphold its mission as the final resting place of souls and become an important part of the world order.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. In the underworld, after many twists and turns, Wes finally got everything arranged perfectly.

The originally chaotic order of soul reincarnation was brought back to order by his series of swift and decisive actions.

Wess was certain that the Underworld was now operating on its own and did not require his constant presence.

Wesley embarks on another crossover journey.

As soon as he appeared, Wes keenly sensed a very obvious blockage, as if a pair of invisible but powerful hands were trying to push him away from this world.

His body stiffened slightly, as if he had sunk into a thick swamp.

Is it because of merging with the world's consciousness, or is it one of Strange's methods?

Merging with the world's consciousness will drastically change one's aura, potentially triggering the instinctive defense mechanisms of the magical world.

Since completing that fusion, he has exuded an aura that transcends ordinary existence, an aura that may be seen as a threat by the Marvel universe.

Strange most likely sensed his abnormality and thus used magic to try to expel him.

The two sides were already enemies, and Strange would definitely stop him at all costs. Wes looked down at his body and felt a surge of relief.

If this body weren't a native Earthling, it would probably have been regarded as a complete invader by this world and suffered even more intense rejection.

"Perhaps we could consider Mephisto's suggestion."

Wes immediately dismissed the idea.

He knew all too well what cooperating with the devil meant. Mephisto was known for his cunning and ruthlessness. Joining forces with such a being was like asking a tiger for its skin. He never knew when he would be outmaneuvered and fall into an abyss. It was much more reassuring to rely on himself and fight alone.

But what should be the next step?

The most urgent task is to figure out the current situation in the Marvel universe.

Wes slowly closed his eyes, and magic flowed around him once more, radiating outwards from his body a subtle yet highly penetrating spiritual force.

This spiritual force, like an invisible net, quickly spread throughout the Marvel world. Wherever it went, all sorts of recent events in the Marvel world appeared in his mind as clearly as images.

"Are there still remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D."?

Wes's brows furrowed instantly, forming a deep frown, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

"And he's involved with Spencer Quentin?"

The latest novel is first published here!

This was completely unexpected.

Seattle today is a completely different place, a city dominated by awakened individuals.

Looking around, the streets were bustling with activity. Among the crowd were Awakened Ones, who were agile and exuded strange energy fluctuations, as well as ordinary people who looked peaceful, normal, yet full of vitality.

They lived together peacefully, sometimes in small groups, sometimes alone, without any barriers between them.

The shops along the street were thriving, with shopkeepers warmly greeting customers. Children played and laughed in the alleyways, their cheerful voices echoing through the air. The whole city was filled with a harmonious and vibrant atmosphere.

In the heart of the city, Spencer Quentin truly became the leader.

He stood on the terrace of the city hall, his posture upright, his gaze fixed firmly over the entire city.

His eyes held both boundless expectations for the city's future and a calm and confident command of the overall situation.

Beside him, a group of assistants were busy reporting on various matters. He would nod slightly at times and give concise and powerful instructions at others, displaying the demeanor of a leader in every gesture.

Since he came to power, he has implemented a series of policies to promote harmonious coexistence between the awakened and ordinary people, and has vigorously promoted the construction and development of the city, transforming Seattle in a short period of time and making it a desirable place to live for many.

"I have convinced Congress that you will become a member of Congress."

Phil Coulson's voice drifted from behind Spencer Quentin, carrying an undeniable certainty.

Spencer turned around and saw Coulson standing there, still upright, but his face was noticeably more tired, and his once bright and sharp eyes were now shrouded in a light gloom.

S.H.I.E.L.D. once dominated this land, but now it has disintegrated, leaving behind only a lot of legacies.

These legacies are like a double-edged sword, bringing opportunities while also posing numerous unknown risks and challenges.

(End of this chapter)