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

Chapter 544

With a mix of trepidation and unease, Wes's clone cautiously returned to Earth.

Upon seeing their true form, they will recount to it everything they saw and heard on Paradise Mountain, as well as the detailed account of how things unfolded, without reservation.

The reason they didn't choose the seemingly convenient method of directly merging memories was because they feared Jesus might do something to this part of them.

After the clone explained everything, it self-destructed according to the pre-set procedure.

Weiss fell into a long and deep reverie.

The choice he faced this time was far too difficult for him. It was as if he were standing at a crossroads in his life, with every path filled with unknowns and challenges. For a moment, he had no idea how to take the next step.

If we agree to Jesus' conditions and choose to cooperate with Heaven, then according to the plan Jesus described, Earth could very well fall under Heaven's control and become Heaven's backyard.

In truth, Wes didn't have much deep attachment or special feelings for Earth. In his vast vision, Earth was just an ordinary existence among many dimensional worlds.

However, what he was really worried about was whether making such a deal with Heaven was truly reliable.

Will he really be able to achieve his goals as he wishes?

Heaven has long been regarded as a synonym for light, a symbol of justice, holiness and beauty, and seems to be the embodiment of all the good things in the world.

However, the fact that it was able to successfully suppress the demon kings in hell is enough to suggest that Heaven is not the simple and pure "good guy" it appears to be on the surface.

Behind that sacred radiance, there must be many unknown methods and unimaginable strength hidden, which are far beyond the understanding and imagination of ordinary people.

Still too weak.

Wes sighed inwardly.

The conditions offered by Heaven are very generous; can I really obtain them?

The gap in strength between the two sides is simply too great. Heaven has an absolute advantage and the powerful ability to "flip the table" at any time.

Given the vast disparity in strength, the seemingly tempting promises made by Heaven were, in his eyes, nothing more than castles in the air, though they appeared incredibly beautiful.

He weighed the pros and cons repeatedly in his mind and pondered all the possible scenarios.

On the one hand, there are the potential huge benefits and rare opportunities;

On the other hand, there are huge potential risks and many uncontrollable factors.

Greed is the original sin. This sentence struck Wes's heart like a heavy hammer, giving him a profound understanding and confirmation of its meaning.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, a smile full of self-mockery and helplessness.

He harbored a侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking), attempting to profit from the chaos caused by David's invasion of Heaven, like an opportunist.

Little did he expect that his actions would play right into Heaven's hands.

[I was greedy.]

Wes silently acknowledged his mistake in his heart.

The conditions offered by Heaven were so tempting that he could hardly resist.

Jesus, as the Son of God in the Trinity, truly lived up to his name, possessing an extremely meticulous mind and brilliant methods.

To be able to so accurately perceive Wes's greatest weakness, to cleverly exploit his greed, to offer these tempting conditions, to lure him into cooperating with them, and to lead him step by step into a trap.

After repeatedly weighing the pros and cons of cooperating with Heaven, Wess ultimately made a wise decision: not to cooperate with Heaven.

The risks of partnering with Heaven are simply too great.

Those high and mighty beings in Heaven are all rich in experience and have profound strategies; they are cunning, shrewd, and ruthless.

With my current strength and wisdom, I am no match for them. If I cooperate with them, I might be outmaneuvered and become a victim in their pursuit of their goals, ending up in a tragic state.

After making this decision, Weston immediately felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and he felt much more relaxed.

I actually possess the ability to travel through the world.

With this advantage, he can steadily develop his strength, taking one step at a time, gradually accumulating resources and experience, without having to take risks.

With this in mind, Wes's eyes became firm and confident.

To hell with paradise.

His figure vanished in a flash.

-

The atmosphere in that cemetery in Washington was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe; sorrow permeated every inch of the air like a thick fog.

Colson's funeral was a quiet affair, with only a handful of people in attendance.

In the public's perception, Coulson had already tragically died during the New York game.

This time, the only people who came to bid him farewell were the members of his personal team.

Everyone stood silently around the grave, watching Coulson's coffin slowly sink.

Their faces were filled with grief, and their eyes were full of reluctance.

Skye's eyes were filled with confusion, and she seemed completely lost. She bit her lip gently and asked in a trembling voice, "What should we do next?"

Right now, she's like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean, completely lost and unsure of which way to go.

"revenge."

Melinda May's voice was icy cold, yet incredibly firm, like a sharp knife slicing through the suffocating silence.

It's easier said than done.

They didn't even know who the enemy was; everything was shrouded in mystery, leaving them completely clueless.

Without Coulson's leadership, the entire team was like headless flies, in complete chaos, unable to find anyone capable of making decisions.

A more troublesome and practical problem lies ahead: taking action requires money, but where will that money come from?

And where do we find the enemy hiding in the shadows?

There were so many things to think about, it was impossible to sort them out. It was like a tangled ball of yarn, leaving them completely clueless as to where to begin.

Simmons clenched his fists silently, his eyes red and brimming with tears, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

Fitz lowered his head, his brows furrowed, racking his brains for a solution.

Ward stood to the side, his expression frighteningly serious, his eyes revealing anxiety and unease.

Previously, under Coulson's leadership, they had accomplished one difficult task after another, but now, without his backbone, they seemed to have lost their souls and were disoriented.

(End of this chapter)