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

Chapter 534 Summoning

David stood frozen in the crowd, witnessing all that horrific thing.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and fear, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

The bloody and insane scene before him was like an incredibly heavy hammer that slammed into his heart, causing waves of turmoil to surge within him.

At this moment, his heart was plunged into extreme struggle and torment. His faith in God, which had once been sacred and unwavering, began to falter and was gradually shaken in this bloody and violent conflict.

The speaker's unyielding figure under heavy attacks was deeply imprinted in his mind like a branding iron, impossible to erase.

He couldn't help but recall every word the speaker had said. Those words were like torches suddenly lit in the darkness, instantly igniting the flames of dissatisfaction and resistance that had been lurking deep within him, making those flames burn ever brighter.

We did nothing wrong; those people were just poor bastards who were kept in the dark and deceived.

What use are gods? We have suffered so much for so long, have they ever offered a helping hand? Why should we still have faith in them?

Is it only when we no longer rely on deities that we can truly focus our efforts on rebuilding our broken homes, instead of engaging in meaningless and futile prayers?

David's thoughts were like wildly growing weeds in spring, chaotic yet unstoppable.

Those thoughts that he had once suppressed deep in his heart now surged and roared like a raging flood in his inner world.

He could no longer suppress the intense anger and deep resentment in his heart.

The speaker who bravely spoke the truth, who was so righteous and courageous, ended up with a tragic end. His body was thrown into the desolate wilderness like trash, and no one cared about him.

When there was no one around, David quietly went to the wilderness.

His eyes revealed a firmness and determination, as if he had made an unshakable decision.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if the tools in his hands were not for digging a hole, but for protecting an incomparably precious treasure, for fear that even the slightest bit of force would hurt the body that had already passed away.

In fact, he was not merely burying the speaker's corpse.

He was burying his past self—a cowardly, confused version of himself who still harbored a sliver of hope for the divine.

Although David's movements were very gentle, his heart was churning with a turbulent mix of complex and intense emotions.

Hatred burned like a raging fire in his heart, growing ever stronger.

This hatred is anger at this unjust world, and resentment towards those who are ignorant and blindly believe in gods.

What intense, pure hatred!

Mephisto, hidden in a dark corner, stared greedily at David, his eyes gleaming with a strange yet excited light, like a miser who had spotted a priceless treasure.

His soul is something I absolutely cherish.

Mephisto thought to himself.

But he also had another, stronger emotion in his heart, which was to hope that his "old friend" would suffer misfortune.

As David stood up, a black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand.

This sword exudes a chilling, sinister aura, as if it came from an endless abyss of darkness, containing a terrifyingly powerful force.

The moment David grasped the sword, a strange feeling welled up inside him, and he inexplicably knew the origin of the sword.

"This sword, capable of annihilating gods, is indeed very suitable for me."

David muttered to himself, a cold yet confident smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

His eyes sharpened, filled with confidence.

The surrounding air seemed to become heavy because of the appearance of the sword, and an invisible pressure enveloped the area.

Some small animals foraging nearby sensed this powerful and evil force and fled in panic.

"come out!"

David gripped the Black Death sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The tip of the sword, like a cold, sharp glint, pointed straight in a direction not far away.

He could clearly sense a mysterious and powerful aura lurking there, like a bomb that could explode at any moment, making every nerve in his body tense.

"oh!"

With a soft exclamation that was both slightly surprised and seemingly expected, Mephisto slowly emerged from the void.

A faint smile played on her lips, as if she were not at all surprised that David had discovered her presence.

"You found out."

Mephisto's voice was deep and magnetic.

"Who are you?"

David did not relax his guard in the slightest because of Mephisto's appearance.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, Mephisto."

Mephisto gracefully removed his hat, bowed slightly in a gesture of gentlemanly manners, as if he were attending an elegant ball.

"devil?"

David's pupils constricted sharply when he heard the name, which represents evil and darkness in human poetry, the Bible, and various oil paintings.

"That's right."

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't be so nervous, young man."

Mephisto waved his hand lightly and casually, signaling David to relax.

"I have no ill intentions towards you; on the contrary, I admire you quite a bit."

"Appreciate me?" David frowned, his face full of doubt. "A devil would appreciate me? I don't believe that so easily."

"Haha, you're really smart, David."

Mephisto burst into laughter.

"But I truly admire your courage and determination, and the intense, fiery hatred in your heart. You know, that's exactly what I need."

"What do you need?" David's heart tightened suddenly, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. He keenly realized that Mephisto must have some ulterior motive.

"What exactly do you want from me? Just tell me!"

"I want to make a deal with you, David."

Mephisto took a few steps forward.

"Now that you possess this incredibly powerful Black Death Sword, you have the ability to change the world. And I can help you fulfill your wish. In exchange, you only need to do a small favor for me at the appropriate time. That shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

(End of this chapter)